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

Fu Jingsong was immediately frightened by Yan Xiu's smile.

"What kind of martial arts did the paper figurine you used to escape learn? I'm very curious, could you lend it to me to see?"

Fu Jingsong slowly relaxed after hearing this. He thought Yan Xiu would settle accounts with him.

At the same time, I thought that this Taoist priest was really polite.

"No, no, these are just some unorthodox techniques of mine. They may be used to fool others, but they are just showing off in front of you, Taoist priest."

After saying that, he took out a thin book from his sleeve and handed it to Yan Xiu.

The crooked characters on the paper looked like the tracks of a worm. Even Yan Xiu couldn't recognize what was written.

Yan Xiu flipped through the book of only a few thin pages and memorized everything, then returned it to Fu Jingsong.

This martial art might be a rare treasure in the eyes of others, but in his opinion it is indeed an unorthodox one.

Yan Xiu came to the general of Qiantianwei, Zuoqiu Ren, and once again used his magical powers to bring the dead back to life.

Even though he had witnessed it with his own eyes, Fu Jingsong still felt astonished, and Yuan Ge also widened his eyes, shocked beyond words.

Zuoqiu Ren woke up slowly, and his heart started beating wildly after listening to the imperial teacher's account of how Yan Xiu brought him back to life.

Although he found it hard to believe, the fact was right in front of him, and he didn't think that these two men, who were the imperial preceptors and pillars of the Yuan Dynasty, would team up to deceive him.

Moreover, Yuan Ge and the other man indeed had an expression of respect, following Yan Xiu's lead.

"Thank you for saving my life, Taoist priest!"

Zuoqiu Ren was sincerely convinced and knelt on one knee to pay his respects to Yan Xiuxing.

Yan Xiu accepted it calmly, turned his back, put his hands behind his back and said calmly: "You are all important fighting forces of the Yuan Dynasty. I hope you can assist King Yi in the future."

Yuan Ge and others all responded in unison.

Glancing at Queen Yi who was still distracted, Yan Xiu shook his head in his heart.

Prince Yi may be a brave general when leading troops to fight, but he may not be a wise ruler when he sits on the throne.

After thinking about it, he rose into the air and flew away on his sword.

Yuan Ge had too many puzzles in his mind at the moment and wanted to ask Yan Xiu for advice. Seeing that he was in such a hurry to leave, he couldn't help but try to keep him.

"Taoist Master, please stay."

Upon hearing this, Yan Xiu immediately increased his sword-flying speed, and in the blink of an eye he turned into a streak of purple light in the sky and disappeared.

Fu Jingsong praised him repeatedly: "This young Taoist priest really has the demeanor of an immortal!"

First, he fought against the Yuan Dynasty with his own strength, and then he used his mysterious art of resurrection.

Fu Jingsong, who had originally scoffed at the rumors in the market, was now truly convinced by Yan Xiu.

Half an hour later, Yan Xiu returned to Fuzhen Temple.

He walked up to his clone and sat down, merging the real and the virtual into one.

"it is good to come home."

Yan Xiu sighed, and a line of golden words appeared in front of him.

[At the end of the 29th year of Jianwu, in order to prevent Fuzhen Temple from falling into a dead end in the future, you went to the capital alone to rescue King Yi. You defeated the Xiantian Realm and Tianyuan Realm strongmen by yourself, successfully survived the killing calamity, and received rewards: supernatural powers, moving mountains and filling the sea]

After learning this magical power, one can move thousands of feet high mountains and fill up the vast ocean.

As for the description of this magical power, Yan Xiu believed the former to some extent, but he was skeptical about the latter. After all, compared to the mountains, the bottomless ocean was the real horror.

I don’t know if it’s influenced by my past life, but even though I’m a cultivator, deep down I still have a strong fear of the deep sea.

Shaking off the images of thalassophobia in his mind, Yan Xiu began to delve into this magical power.

There is no description as to how big a mountain this magical power can move, but it must be estimated based on the amount of spiritual power.

If you were to fight against someone in the future and move a mountain and smash it at him, it would be a shocking scene.

Yan Xiu was very satisfied with this magical power. He immediately closed his eyes and began to comprehend it.

...

...

After more than a month.

Emperor Taizu Tang Di died after reigning for 29 years and was posthumously named Emperor Yuanwu.

This news quickly spread throughout the Yuan Dynasty, and the entire fifteen states were covered in mourning and the sound of wailing shook the sky.

In the early spring of the following year, the fifth prince Tang Zheng ascended the throne and became the second emperor of the Yuan Dynasty, and established the reign title Zhenghe.

The first year of Zhenghe.

The first thing Tang Zheng did after taking office was to establish Fuzhen Temple as the state religion and promote it widely. This matter became a hot topic among the people.

He then issued many new regulations and formulated a series of policies that benefited the country and the people. Among them, he vigorously supported martial arts. After all, the martial artists he recruited when he conquered the northern border made many contributions.

This opened up the military imperial examination system, which provided many warriors with great skills but no background a way to become officials in the court.

Tang Zheng was overwhelmed by the series of events surrounding the new emperor's accession to the throne, and he reviewed memorials in the imperial study every day.

Although he had no time to visit Yan Xiu, he often sent people from the palace to deliver gifts to Fuzhen Temple.

Since Tang Zheng became emperor, Tang Yu naturally became the crown prince.

Even so, the disciples of Fuzhen were not affected by this identity and still treated him as their senior and junior brothers.

With the secret promotion of Yan Xiu and the extensive publicity of the new emperor, Fuzhen Temple has become a unique martial arts sect in the world. Countless warriors flock here to learn martial arts.

Even those famous sects with hundreds of years of inheritance finally swallowed their pride and the innate master came to visit in person, just to establish a good relationship with Fuzhen Temple.

In the courtyard.

Shouyuan and Shouqing were eating the cakes sent from the palace with gusto and were enjoying them very much.

These cakes were all made by the pastry chef in the palace's imperial kitchen and were exclusively for the emperor to enjoy. Even the ministers in the court probably couldn't afford them.

A white-faced, beardless eunuch in a dragon robe glanced at him with contempt, and then said to Yan Xiu respectfully: "Master, the emperor asked me to bring you a message."

"explain."

Yan Xiu, who was practicing the magical power of moving mountains and filling the sea, did not turn around. He just responded faintly and motioned for him to continue.

Faced with such rude behavior, the eunuch in the dragon robe was not angry. Although he didn't know why the emperor admired this young Taoist priest so much, he felt that if he could leave a good impression in Yan Xiu's eyes, he would be able to gain more favor from the emperor in the future.

After thinking about it, he withdrew his thoughts and relayed to Yan Xiu what Tang Zheng had told him.

"The emperor said that he has found a beautiful place in the capital specifically for you and is planning to rebuild a Fuzhen Temple. After the new temple is completed, he hopes that you can move all your disciples to the capital."

In Tang Zheng's opinion, Fuzhen Temple was hundreds of miles away from the capital, and it was unacceptable for the state religion not to be located under the feet of the emperor.

So he ordered people to look for a Feng Shui treasured site around the capital, and prepared to build a brand new Fuzhen Temple so that Yan Xiu could stay by his side.

Having said this, Yan Xiu still didn't turn around and replied indifferently.

"I appreciate the emperor's kindness. Please tell him that there is no need to waste money and manpower. All we need to do is vacate the land. I hope all the princes and ministers in the capital will wait and see."

After listening to this, the eunuch was a little confused. What did it mean to just vacate the land? Did Yan Xiu intend to build the house himself?

In his opinion, it should be after the new Fuzhen Temple was completed that Yan Xiu would move his family and disciples to the capital.

Although he didn't know what he was up to, the fact that he was wearing a dragon robe among so many eunuchs in the palace meant that he was not a fool, so he responded and quietly retreated.