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

"Junior brother, what kind of pill is this? Why have I never seen it before?" Shu Jianqing asked curiously while pinching a pill.

The elixir exuded a refreshing and exotic medicinal fragrance. Just one sniff made her feel that the depression in her heart had dissipated and her mind was calm and peaceful.

Yan Xiu swallowed a pill of Peiyuan Pill and used his spiritual energy to digest it.

"The Pei Yuan Dan was passed down from an old farmer. Senior Sister, why not give it a try?"

Shu Jianqing frowned immediately.

Old farmer?

If you have to find an excuse, you don't have to make such a lame one. I guess some old farmer might have a recipe for the elixir.

She snorted in displeasure and took the pill into her mouth.

The Peiyuan Pill melted as soon as it entered the mouth, turning into a stream of cool air that fell into the stomach, and then suddenly exploded, forming a powerful and raging true energy.

"this..."

Shu Jianqing was shocked and hurriedly sat down cross-legged to refine the surging true energy.

After an incense stick of time, a breath of energy surged out from her body.

Sixth-grade bone forging!

With just one pill, the bottleneck that had troubled her for a long time was broken through, and she successfully entered the middle third level.

Shu Jianqing immediately looked at Yan Xiu with eyes full of undisguised surprise.

This junior fellow disciple is really not a simple person.

"Junior Brother Yan, I have a favor to ask of you."

Yan Xiu closed his eyes and practiced the Purple Mansion Immortal Scripture, and replied softly: "Senior sister, please feel free to speak."

Shu Jianqing has always been arrogant and has never asked anyone for help regarding alchemy. However, this matter is crucial not only to her but also to Fuzhen Temple. If it goes wrong, no one can take the responsibility.

Suppressing his excitement after the breakthrough, Shu Jianqing spoke slowly.

Ten days ago, the governor of Daming Prefecture visited Fuzhen Temple.

Prefect Zheng handed Taoist Mingxu a pill recipe and asked him to refine the pill within half a month. Taoist Mingxu found out the reason after asking indirectly.

In recent years, the emperor has been obsessed with the pursuit of the art of immortality, so he ordered the search for all the recipes for longevity elixirs in the world, and recruited many strange sorcerers to make elixirs for him.

It was unknown where the prefectural governor Zheng got the recipe for the elixir from, and upon learning that Fuzhen Temple was a well-known Taoist sect in Daming Prefecture, he went to visit the temple.

It's just that Taoist Mingxu is not good at refining pills, but it is difficult to refuse. At the very least, it would offend Prefect Zheng, and at the most, it would obstruct the current emperor's pursuit of immortality.

If the blame is placed on them, the entire Fuzhen Temple will be in trouble.

So he had no choice but to take it and hand it over to Shu Jianqing, who was good at alchemy in the temple.

However, no matter how Shu Jianqing looked at the contents recorded on the pill recipe, he felt that something was fishy. But he couldn't figure out what went wrong, so he didn't dare to start refining the pill.

Now that he had seen Yan Xiu's attainments in alchemy, he decided to tell him about this matter. In fact, deep down in his heart he had a faint hope that he could see the problem.

Now there are only three days left before the half-month deadline.

After Shu Jianqing finished speaking, he took out the recipe and handed it to Yan Xiu.

He spotted the problem after a quick look.

The recipe for this pill is indeed a way to prolong life, but the dosage of a few key herbs is slightly too high. If taken for a long time, problems will definitely occur in your body.

If he had not mastered the Nine Cauldrons Alchemy Sutra, he would have been helpless in solving this problem.

By then, if the emperor gets sick from eating too much and it is found that the problem lies with the prescription of Zheng Fuyin, the emperor will be furious and at least hundreds of people from all walks of life will be dragged to the vegetable market to be beheaded. I wonder how many blades the executioner's beheading knife will have.

As the last and most important section, Fuzhen Temple is naturally not immune to this.

Who wants to kill Zheng Fuyin?

"Does Senior Sister know the specific origin of this pill recipe?"

Shu Jianqing shook her head, indicating that the recipe was given to her by the prefect, who then passed it to her master, and she knew nothing else.

Yan Xiu pondered for a moment, then stood up and said, "Don't worry, Senior Sister. This pill is not difficult for me. I just need to prepare the herbs."

Shu Jianqing smiled after hearing this. In this way, she could complete the task assigned by her master.

Just before she left, Yan Xiu handed her a bottle of refined Peiyuan Dan.

"I'll take this pill as a thank you gift from Senior Sister for lending me the alchemy furnace."

Shu Jianqing looked at the full bottle of Peiyuan Dan with disbelief in his eyes and spoke cautiously.

"Junior brother, are you really giving all of this to me?"

You know, with just one pill she entered the middle third level, with this bottle she can hope to reach the upper third level.

Peiyuan Dan is indeed priceless for ordinary people, but for Yan Xiu it is just for practice.

He waved his hand.

Shu Jianqing happily put away the Peiyuan Pill, and his favorability towards Yan Xiu increased significantly.

"Junior Brother Yan is not only handsome, but also very proficient in the art of alchemy. He is really..."

On the way back, Yan Xiu's figure kept lingering in her mind, making her cheeks slightly hot.

Seeing this, some disciples came forward to show their concern.

"Does Senior Sister have a fever?"

...

...

Three days later, Zheng Fuyin happily took away the refined elixir and also rewarded him with a lot of silver.

A few days later, a line of words suddenly appeared in front of Yan Xiu, who was practicing in his courtyard.

[In the 15th year of Jianwu, someone intended to use the hands of Zheng Fuyin to frame the current emperor and put the blame on Fuzhen Temple. You saw through the intention and successfully escaped the disaster. You were rewarded with a magic weapon and a rope to tie up immortals.]

Magic weapon!

Finally, there are weapons that can be used for cultivating immortals.

Yan Xiu's mind moved, and the Immortal Binding Rope appeared in his hand. Although it was called a rope, it was actually a colorful ribbon.

"go with!"

Yan Xiu pointed and the immortal rope flew out, firmly tying a rock weighing several hundred kilograms in the courtyard.

The rope for tying immortals can be extended at will, tied around the waist in leisure time, and used unexpectedly.

Now that the crisis has been resolved, he doesn't care who wants to frame the current emperor.

More than a month later, those who had gone down the mountain to train in the world came back. They were all dusty and had injuries of varying degrees. There was no longer the novelty and excitement on their faces that they had when they first came down the mountain.

There were thirty people when they left, but less than twenty came back. Among them were several new faces, all of whom looked to be between five or six years old and thirteen or fourteen years old, and there was even a crying baby.

More than ten years ago, many people who could not make a living would abandon their children in front of the Fuzhen Temple. Taoist Mingxu could not bear it and adopted them. To date, almost half of the disciples in the temple are orphans.

From then on, this became an unwritten rule in Fuzhen Temple. If disciples came across abandoned babies or orphans when they went down the mountain, they would bring them back to the mountain.

"Master, Fourth Brother...is dead."

Fifth senior brother Li Feng was blind in one eye and knelt in front of Taoist Mingxu crying in pain.

Taoist Mingxu had his back to him and did not turn around. "But which martial arts master did you offend?"

"He is a demon."

Taoist Mingxu shook his whisk and remained silent.

"I was incompetent and fell into a trap set by the evildoers. My fourth senior brother and I tried our best to protect the other brothers, but the other party was even more powerful than us. If it weren't for my fourth senior brother who sacrificed his life to cover our retreat, I'm afraid we wouldn't be able to come back."

There was hatred in the Fifth Brother's words, and blood seeped through the gauze and dripped onto the bluestone slabs.

"Go down and heal your wounds." Taoist Mingxu said softly.

The fifth brother clenched his fists and retreated respectfully.

"Yes, Master."

The experience of one death and one disability of the two senior brothers caused quite a stir in the temple. In addition to their curiosity about the world below the mountain, everyone also felt a sense of fear.

Although Yan Xiu was practicing on the edge of the cliff, he naturally heard the conversation between Taoist Mingxu and the other person with his keen five senses.

"Are you from the devil's way..."

The Purple Mansion Immortal Scripture has reached the third level. Spiritual energy is surging like a stream flowing through the meridians of the whole body. Even a low-level martial arts technique will become a peerless martial art in Yan Xiu's hands.

If converted into martial arts realm, he has now stepped into the upper third level, and is considered a master in the martial arts world. However, he only reveals to the outside world his weak eighth level of Body Tempering Realm.

Yan Xiu understood that only by keeping a low profile could one live longer.

The commotion caused by the worldly training did not last long, but the fifth brother began to become addicted to drinking, and he never left the bottle even when he was leading the morning lessons.

No one knew the specific reason and no one dared to ask. They could only attribute it to the indelible trauma caused by the death of his fourth senior brother.