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

Looking at the clouds flowing past him, Taoist Mingxu stretched out his hand and waved. At this moment, he felt as if he was in a fairyland.

Zhu Miao and others' minds went blank and the system crashed.

The scene before them seemed pale and powerless no matter what words they used to describe it.

Move mountains!

There are actually people in this world who can move mountains by themselves!

Shouyuan and Shouqing looked at Yan Xiu with more and more admiration. They both believed that it must be because of the smoke coming out of their ancestral graves that they were able to practice cultivation beside an immortal.

Tang Yu was dumbfounded the whole time.

What kind of master did I choose?

Immortal, this must be an immortal!

Only immortals can have such great power to move mountains!

Thinking back to how he had been unwilling at first, Tang Yu felt extremely grateful to his father for forcing him to become Yan Xiu's disciple.

The disciples in the temple shouted loudly and stood on the edge of the cliff looking down.

The destination was within reach, and Yan Xiu could finally breathe a sigh of relief.

The spiritual energy consumed by moving the mountain was far more than he had imagined, and it almost drained him dry.

Fortunately, he is no longer the same as before, and the pure spiritual power emitted by Jianmu can replenish him continuously.

While everyone was still immersed in great shock, Yan Xiu spread out his spiritual sense to ensure that no people were watching the place where the North Gate Mountain was located.

Then he jumped out of the mountain, and his figure appeared in the eyes of everyone below.

Yan Xiu was facing away from the sun, so ordinary people could not see his face clearly.

But Yuan Ge's pupils shrank and a complicated expression appeared on his face.

The same is true for Fu Jingsong.

Is it really him?

The two of them had some natural thoughts in their minds, but more importantly, they felt an indescribable shock.

Yan Xiu was not only able to pull the dead back from the gates of hell, but it shouldn't be too much for him to move a mountain, right?

Yuan Ge left without saying a word, with his hands behind his back.

Since it is clear that they are not enemies, there is no need for me to stay here.

At the same time, he also determined the goals he was pursuing.

That is to become a god-like figure like Yan Xiu!

Yuan Ge left in the blink of an eye. Tang Zheng had no time to ask, so he could only turn his gaze to Fu Jingsong with a nervous tone.

"That person...that person is very serious..."

Fu Jingsong's expression changed, and when the words came to his lips he didn't know how to say them.

Finally, he gave a bitter smile and said, "Your Majesty guessed correctly. The person who came was none other than Master Yan of Fuzhen Temple."

After saying this, he rolled up his robe and left.

After getting the exact answer, Tang Zheng sat down and stared blankly at the sky.

Yan Xiu came to the foot of the mountain, holding up his hands with one hand, and slowly descended to the ground.

At this time, the warriors and civilians who were watching were finally able to see his face clearly.

Yan Xiu, standing under the mountain, was wearing heavenly clothes, shining brightly, as dazzling as the brightest star in the dark night.

Coupled with his youthful and handsome appearance, he gives people the feeling that he is an immortal who has descended from the fairyland!

The scene before their eyes was like a red-hot iron, deeply imprinted into the deepest hearts of everyone in the capital, and would never be forgotten.

Rumbling--

The mountain peak slowly fell to the ground, stirring up a cloud of dust that swept in all directions. The strong wind wave overturned the ground and blew the dense forest in half.

Yan Xiu once again mobilized his spiritual power, forcing the exposed roots of the mountain to sink into the ground in order to stabilize the mountain.

But it’s not over yet.

Because of the landslide of the mountains, the surrounding land was overturned and the trees were uprooted, presenting a desolate scene.

Yan Xiulai was in mid-air, his sleeves rolled up lightly, and suddenly the spiritual energy within a hundred miles gathered there.

Then he pointed his finger, and suddenly emerald green spring rain began to fall from the sky, nourishing all things. Suddenly, the plants at the north gate began to grow wildly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In just a quarter of an hour, the desolate scene disappeared, replaced by a lush green spring scene.

After doing all this, Yan Xiu's voice rang out.

"Today, Fuzhen Temple has entered the capital to protect the country and the people!"

The sound like a huge bell echoed over the capital again and again, and it never subsided for a long time.

All the people were impressed by this godly trick. They knelt down in a large crowd facing Yan Xiu, and thunderous roars broke out in the crowd.

"May the immortal bless you!"

"May the gods bless me to be rich!"

"May the immortals protect our great Yuan Dynasty and bring peace and prosperity!"

Tang Zheng came to his senses at this time, stood up and walked to the edge of the city wall.

Looking at the people kneeling down below, a strange emotion suddenly arose in my heart.

What's the point of me sitting on this throne?

...

In the courtyard.

Yan Xiu closed his eyes and sat cross-legged under the Jianmu tree to recover his spiritual strength.

This trip of moving mountains consumed a huge amount of spiritual energy, and a strong feeling of fatigue from the depths of his soul made him feel drowsy.

This was the first time he had felt this way since coming into this world.

Taoist Mingxu and his companions did not dare to disturb them upon seeing this and left quietly.

The commotion caused by Yan Xiu's moving of mountains was not limited to the capital. The news spread throughout the Yuan Dynasty like the wind in a short period of time, and even reached several neighboring countries.

Some people found it unbelievable and sent troops to Daming Prefecture.

Only after they confirmed that the Fuzhen Temple and the mountain had disappeared, leaving only a bottomless pit, did they finally believe it.

For a time, the legend of Yan Xiu moving mountains was spreading throughout the Yuan Dynasty.

After the mountain was stabilized, people in the capital city rushed to Fuzhen Temple to burn incense.

Not only them, even the disciples of Fuzhen Temple have not yet woken up from this dreamlike scene, and everyone has a dizzy expression.

An hour ago, he was still in Daming Prefecture, and an hour later, he traveled hundreds of miles and arrived at the capital city at the feet of the emperor.

It was not until more than a month later that the commotion caused by Yan Xiu's moving of the mountain gradually subsided, but people still flocked to Fuzhen Temple every day.

Yan Xiu sat cross-legged on the edge of the cliff, looking out over the entire capital city.

As he closed and opened his eyes, the scene before his eyes changed.

A large amount of golden light of merit gathered towards him, which was incomparable to the previous two. Even if he could feed thousands of people with a grain of rice back then, it would be far better than what he had today.

"So moving mountains can also earn you the golden light of merit?"

Yan Xiu couldn't help but have some thoughts in his mind, but at the same time he was also a little confused about how to obtain this golden light of merit.

However, now that a rough scope had been determined, Yan Xiu also had a rough outline of a plan for the future.

That is showing off your power in front of others!

In the future, when I split myself into many clones and rush to various states of the Yuan Dynasty, performing a series of shocking divine actions, how much merit and golden light will I get?

Yan Xiu felt a little excited when he thought of this, but there was no rush for this matter.

Anyway, I have unlimited life, so I can take my time.

Ever since the peak of Fuzhen Temple was moved to the capital, the palace has been sending craftsmen to rebuild and renovate the temple.

With the help of skilled craftsmen, the appearance of Fuzhen Temple has been completely renewed, with layers of buildings and pavilions lined up one after another, appearing more majestic and solemn, fully displaying the style of national religion.

However, Yan Xiu's courtyard remains the same as it was, without changing its original intention.

Emperor Tang Zheng even named this mountain Dayuan Mountain.

Naming it after the country's name shows the importance of Fuzhen Temple and Yan Xiu in the emperor's heart.

During this period, many princes and nobles came to visit, including many powerful royal relatives.

Li Feng had never seen such a person before, and he always looked flattered when dealing with these high-ranking officials in the court.

Without exception, they all asked to meet with Yan Xiu, but Li Feng had received orders not to disturb his meditation, so he had to decline.

However, these royal relatives were not angry. Instead, they introduced their young daughters to him.

They are not fools. The first thing the new emperor did after ascending the throne was to support Fuzhen Temple as the state religion. There must be many factors involved.

But they also keenly sensed the opportunity. If they could get in touch with this immortal who could move mountains, or even just show their faces in front of him, they would have more say in front of the emperor in the future.