I have been a saint in the world for three thousand years

From this perspective, Zen Yuan is just an insignificant little character.

Even the black-robed man in front of him might not be a big fish.

Yan Xiu slowly walked up to the man in black robe, his eyes as sharp as torches, piercing straight into the other's heart.

"Go ahead."

With just one glance, the black-robed man's eyes lost their luster and his expression became dull, like a puppet.

When the information from the black-robed man trickled out, everything turned out to be exactly as Yan Xiu had expected.

This person is just one of the many pawns responsible for collecting and gathering evil energy in Lingchuan Prefecture.

There are at least a dozen characters like him in Qianzhou.

As for minions like Chan Yuan, there are probably hundreds or even thousands of them.

If this is the case, I'm afraid that every city in Qianzhou will not be spared.

When Yan Xiu asked where the evil spirit came from, the answer surprised him.

All this does not originate from evil spirits, but from the seven emotions and six desires of mortal people and the birth, aging, sickness and death.

Over the years, the evil energy accumulated and finally gathered in this incense burner.

Chan Yuan was able to compete with the meditative abbot of the Hunyuan realm with only the tiny evil power of the incense burner in his hand, which shows his ability.

If the evil energy in the huge incense burner in front of us were to be infused into a single body, even a martial arts grandmaster at the realm of creation would probably find it difficult to withstand it.

And this is just the tip of the iceberg in Qianzhou.

Today, the Yuan Dynasty has a vast territory with more than a hundred states scattered across it.

If there is such a man in black robe in every state, the depth and breadth of the power behind him would be difficult to estimate.

Thinking about this, Yan Xiu frowned even more tightly.

How come in just over a hundred years, the Yuan Dynasty seemed to have fallen into internal and external troubles again?

Not only was there an endless war with the Daxuan Dynasty, but there were also frequent disasters caused by monsters and monsters in the territory.

If this evil energy is allowed to gain momentum, the situation will not be optimistic.

But then he shook his head gently and smiled with relief.

All the visitors who had been under his protection in the past have now become famous and respected people.

I guess these things shouldn't be difficult for them.

Yan Xiu put his hands behind his back and left the cave without looking back.

The black-robed man and Chan Yuan's remaining souls turned into ashes in an instant when Yan Xiu left.

...

a few days later.

The series of unexpected events in Fanyin Temple were like a bolt from the blue, causing a huge uproar in Lingchuan Prefecture.

First, the shocking duel between the martial arts hero Shen Yidao and Master Chan Yuan was enough to make people's heart tense.

Then, Master Chanyuan was suspected to be infected by evil spirits, which led to the Buddhist Dharma of the abbot in meditation. A thousand-foot-high Buddha light shot up into the sky, and the heaven and earth changed color.

Finally, with the roar of divine thunder descending from the sky, Chan Yuan fell, and everything settled.

This series of sudden changes was beyond everyone's expectations and caused unprecedented shock.

No matter they were high-ranking officials or common people, they were all talking about the shocking events that had happened in recent days.

For ordinary people, this spectacular sight may only be seen once in a lifetime, so it naturally becomes the hottest topic in daily conversation.

Yan Xiu stood quietly in front of the window, his eyes looking deep and distant beyond the bustling streets.

"Brother Yan!"

Shen Zhi suddenly pushed the door open and brought a piece of news.

"Brother Yan, the abbot of Zen meditation has passed away."

In the battle with Chan Yuan, Abbot Chan Ding was willing to sacrifice himself to suppress the demon in order to stop his fellow apprentice from harming the people.

Unfortunately, this move not only failed to be completely successful, but also caused it to suffer heavy losses.

Although many famous sects sent various life-extending elixirs, his life was temporarily saved.

But he could only hold on for a few days, and this enlightened monk finally passed away in the Fanyin Temple.

Shen Zhi also once pleaded with Yan Xiu for help.

After all, if Yan Xiu, a dead man, could be saved back then, there must be a way to revive the abbot of Zen meditation.

However, Yan Xiu once said that the abbot of Fanyin Temple should bear the consequences of what happened to Chan Yuan.

So he decided to stand by and watch, not get involved in this disaster, and let fate take its course.

Yan Xiu nodded slightly, indicating that he understood.

Different from Yan Xiu's indifference, Shen Zhi sighed repeatedly.

"The abbot of Chandeng passed away, and Master Chanyuan fell into evil ways and was annihilated by divine thunder. Now the Fanyin Temple is in a state of transition and I'm afraid it will never recover."

Thanks to the existence of the meditative abbot, Fanyin Temple still has a place in the Qianzhou martial arts world.

Now that this eminent monk has passed away suddenly, it also foreshadows the imminent decline of Fanyin Temple.

"Now that the matter of the evil spirit has come to an end, what are your plans for the future?"

Yan Xiu asked.

Upon hearing this, Shen Zhi suddenly smiled.

"I heard that the grand event of Moyun Academy is about to begin. I have to hurry over and meet Ah Cheng and Qiu Qiu."

When talking about these two childhood playmates, a rare happy smile appeared on his face.

Mo Yun Academy is not far from Lingchuan Prefecture.

Shen Zhi had already made plans for this trip, and planned to visit Mo Yun Academy on the way.

In addition, he had not seen Xie Shucheng and Lin Jianqiu for many years, and the deep concern in his heart made him eager to embark on this journey of reunion.

"Brother Yan, why don't you come with me to Moyun Academy to enjoy the literary event together."

Yan Xiu smiled and said, "I have other important matters to attend to, so I can't go with you. But when you meet Shu Cheng and the others, please give them my regards."

When Shen Zhi heard this, a look of confusion flashed across his face and he quickly asked.

"But are there any other issues regarding the Brahma Sound Temple?"

Yan Xiu shook his head, signaling the other party not to worry.

With Shen Zhi's current level of cultivation, he is not yet able to intervene in this matter.

After all, he might not be able to withstand even a demonized Zen Yuan now, and he still needs some time to grow.

Although the real intention of the man behind the black robe is still unknown.

But what is certain is that once its power rises, it will be like a stone hitting water, attracting a lot of vigilance and attention.

If the situation gets out of control, Fuzhen Temple will intervene.

Yan Xiu believed that with Zhu Miao and his colleagues' abilities, handling such matters should be easy.

...

a few days later.

Fanyin Temple welcomed a solemn and dignified scene in the warm autumn sun.

Various martial arts sects and heroes gathered together.

Amid the lingering sounds of Sanskrit and the ringing of bells and drums, the body of the Zen abbot underwent a grand cremation ceremony and ushered in the sublimation of his physical body.

After cremation, the relics were solemnly placed in the quiet and solemn pagoda forest on the back mountain of Fanyin Temple, and from then on they were forever accompanied by the green ancient trees.

In the following period, Fanyin Temple re-elected a new abbot to succeed the Dharma seat.

However, the loss of Chan Ding, a highly respected and revered monk, undoubtedly casts a shadow on the future of Fanyin Temple.

The glory and honor of the past are destined to fade away with the passing of the Zen abbot.

Fanyin Temple will inevitably fall into the ranks of a second-rate sect and will never regain its former glory.

...

In a small stall in a corner of the market.

Ali was happily handing the freshly-baked, steaming hot meat buns to Yan Xiu, but unexpectedly she heard a piece of news that made her heart sink.

"Ali, Brother Yan is going to be away for a while."

Hearing this, Ali's little face suddenly became gloomy and her lips pursed unconsciously, as if she was extremely dissatisfied with this sudden separation.

"Is Brother Yan going to leave Lingchuan Mansion?"

There were already tears in her clear eyes.

After spending time together day and night during this period, Yan Xiu had already become like a brother in her heart.

The dependence and trust deep in my heart grow quietly like vines and entwine around my heart.

Yan Xiu touched her head and smiled faintly: "Don't worry, I will be back in a few days at most. I won't be away for too long."