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

In the Fuzhen Temple martial arts arena.

A pale-faced disciple of Fuzhen Temple was lying on the ground groaning, with a horrifying wound on his chest that was so deep that the bone could be seen.

Yan Xiu squatted beside him and pointed a finger. A ray of pure spiritual power shot out from his fingertips and sank into the wound.

The next second, the disciple's bloody wound began to grow buds, and healed rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

All of a sudden, the disciples who were standing in a circle around him exclaimed in disbelief.

The disciple whose wounds had healed also stood up with a look of shock on his face and touched his chest.

“Oh my god, this is amazing!”

"Even the Blood Coagulation Pill from Medicine King Valley can't heal the wound so quickly."

"The abbot is truly an immortal!"

Exclamations came from the crowd.

At this time, a martial artist holding a sharp blade stood up, bowed to Yan Xiu, and looked apologetic.

"Thank you for your help, Taoist Priest. All the responsibility is my fault. Please punish me."

Yan Xiu stood up and said with a faint smile: "When martial artists spar with each other, it is inevitable that there will be accidental injuries. It's not a big deal. It's just that this disciple is not very good at learning martial arts."

After saying this, the injured disciple scratched his head awkwardly, causing a burst of laughter.

While everyone was still marveling at Yan Xiu's miraculous medical skills, he had already left quietly.

"I don't know if this magical power can be engraved into the talisman. If it can, it will be another way to cheat people."

Yan Xiu thought about this while walking towards his own courtyard on the mountain.

From a distance, the crown of the Jianmu tree is much higher than the courtyard wall, and it is lush and tall with luxuriant branches and leaves.

Today, Jianmu is able to gradually emit pure spiritual energy, slowly improving the surrounding environment.

Tang Yu has also successfully broken through to the realm of transformation, leaving Shou Yuan and Shou Qing far behind. In the future, he will surely carry the banner of Ding Fuzhen Temple.

After returning to the courtyard, Yan Xiu sat under the Jianmu tree and practiced his martial arts.

"Master, there is great news!"

After only a short while, Yan Xiu was interrupted by an urgent voice.

Zhu Miao's voice arrived before he did.

Yan Xiu slowly opened his eyes.

"Master, there are changes in the war in the northern border, please take a look."

Zhu Miao walked quickly from outside the courtyard gate and handed over a piece of intelligence.

Yan Xiu took it, took a look and frowned.

After Prince Yi regained the four lost states, he was in a stalemate with the Shatuo Kingdom on the border. However, seven days ago, he unexpectedly rushed back to the capital overnight with a thousand trusted cavalrymen.

The battle situation is now critical, and Prince Yi, the backbone of the army, suddenly leaves. If the enemy knows about this, they will definitely take this opportunity to launch a general attack.

"What's the news from the capital?" Yan Xiu asked with a frown.

Zhu Miao replied: "I have sent spies to the capital to gather information urgently. I think there will be more news today."

As soon as he finished speaking, a black shadow flew over from the horizon, and a Saker Falcon the size of a palm landed on Zhu Miao's shoulder.

After removing the secret letter tied to Haidongqing's leg, Zhu Miao presented it to him immediately.

Yan Xiu spread out the secret letter and became more and more frightened the more he read it.

At this moment, he felt that it was right for him to send spies to keep an eye on Tang Zheng and the capital's every move.

Seven days ago, Prince Yi returned to the capital overnight for unknown reasons and went straight to the palace with his men.

That night, Emperor Tang Di was critically ill. Tang Yao arrested Prince Yi on charges of deserting his post and attempting treason, and all the guards accompanying him were thrown into jail.

The next day, Emperor Tang Di passed away, and according to his will, Crown Prince Tang Yao succeeded to the throne.

Naturally, such a major event had not yet reached Daming Prefecture, and only a few ministers in the entire court knew about it.

However, he did not receive any feedback after activating the talisman. He did not know whether it was because Prince Yi did not carry it with him or if someone was able to destroy the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder Talisman silently.

If it is the latter, then the only possible person in the entire Yuan Dynasty is the Tianyuan realm expert beside the emperor.

"Master, what is in this secret letter?"

Even Zhu Miao couldn't help but feel curious.

Yan Xiu handed him the secret letter without saying anything. Zhu Miao's face changed drastically after reading it.

"Prince Yi actually led his troops to invade the capital without permission. How foolish! Isn't this just handing the Crown Prince a handle?"

"Now that he has fallen into the hands of the crown prince, Prince Yi is probably in danger of death!"

Just then, a trembling voice was heard outside the courtyard gate.

"What did you say, father..."

Zhu Miao looked back when he heard the voice and wanted to say something to comfort her, but the words went around in his mouth for a few times and finally turned into a sigh.

Tang Yu took a few steps back, feeling extremely confused.

"Impossible! Father can't possibly be plotting a rebellion! This is all fake!"

He shouted and ran down the mountain.

"return!"

Yan Xiu waved his hand lightly, and the rope flew out from his waist, tying Tang Yu back.

At this moment, his face was covered with tears and his eyes were red.

"Master, please let me go. I want to find my father!"

Yan Xiu sighed slightly and said nothing.

Upon seeing this, Tang Yu immediately began to struggle, like an angry tiger, madly mobilizing the internal energy in his body to try to break free from the binding rope.

Although he was already a master of the realm of transformation, he was still unable to shake the Immortal Binding Rope in the slightest.

After knowing that he couldn't break free, Tang Yu said to Yan Xiu with red eyes and gritted his teeth: "Master, either you tie me up for life until I die, or let me go down the mountain to save my father!"

After saying that, he stopped struggling and regained his composure.

At this time, Zhu Miao said: "Master, in my humble opinion, it is better to save Prince Yi."

Yan Xiu said "Oh" in surprise when he heard this, then turned to look at Zhu Miao and asked him why.

"The emperor has passed away, and Crown Prince Tang Yao will naturally inherit the throne without any surprise. If the new emperor is merciful, he may exile Prince Yi, but this is tantamount to letting a tiger return to the mountain. I think Prince Yi will most likely be beheaded, and as the Taoist priest, as the master of Prince Yi's son, I'm afraid that everyone in Fuzhen Temple will be held accountable by then."

At this point Yan Xiu smiled and said, "Do you think I can't fight against the imperial court?"

Zhu Miao shook his head and continued, "I naturally don't doubt your strength, but you should know that not everyone has your strength.

Even if the imperial court can't do anything to you, Taoist priest, can it do nothing to the other people in Fuzhen Temple? When the new emperor ascends the throne, he will fabricate a crime and everyone in Fuzhen Temple will be wanted by the imperial court. This world belongs to the king, and even if you can hide for a while, you can't hide forever."

After listening to this, Yan Xiu looked thoughtful.

Zhu Miao was right. Although he was not afraid of the Yuan Dynasty, it did not mean that the disciples of Fuzhen Temple were not afraid.

Even if he could protect his disciples, I'm afraid their families would be implicated, and the disciples of Fuzhen Temple would then face a choice.

Should he leave Fuzhen Temple and sever ties with Yan Xiu as soon as possible, or continue to stay in the temple and wait for the new emperor to settle accounts with him.

Although Yan Xiu was like an immortal in the hearts of the disciples of Fuzhen Temple, the imperial power and oppression established in the feudal society over thousands of years had already penetrated into the bones of the people.

Thinking of this, Yan Xiu looked up at Jianmu and made a decision in his heart.

I originally wanted to cultivate immortality in peace and quiet, but you forced me to do this.

After releasing Tang Yu from the immortal rope, Yan Xiu said nonchalantly, "Yu'er, do you want to be the crown prince?"

After being untied, Tang Yu was still thinking about how to save his father. When he heard this, he was obviously stunned for a moment, thinking that he had heard it wrong.

"Master, what did you just say?"

Zhu Miao's heart trembled when he heard this, and his eyes were burning with heat as he looked at Tang Yu.

If this is accomplished, it will be a great achievement for the dragon!

"Master asks you, do you want to be the crown prince?"