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

At this time, Bu Zuhua asked another person about the situation of the Taicang Dynasty.

The man bowed and answered, his tone full of sarcasm.

"The Taicang Dynasty lost 30,000 cavalrymen in the battle of Ningzhou, and the divine soldiers of the Great Yuan Daoist Lord descended from the sky, which almost frightened their emperor. At this moment, he is hesitant and afraid of the Great Yuan's reckoning."

Compared with the Yuan Dynasty, they were more afraid of the warrior in golden armor.

If warriors in golden armor could be summoned on every battlefield, this battle would be impossible to fight.

Bu Zuhua, who was already unhappy because of the destruction of the Shatuo nation, became even more upset after hearing the news.

He originally wanted to use the power of the dynasty to drive out the wolves and tigers, but he didn't expect that they were all useless guys.

It was just the loss of 30,000 cavalrymen, but it made the emperor become timid. How could he achieve great things?

However, the Xianyue Holy Land cannot show up in person. If this matter were to be leaked, who knows how many masters would get involved.

"Tell them that we, the Great Yuan Dao Zun, will take care of it. Let him go."

After saying this, Bu Zuhua turned away.

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Inside Fuzhen Temple.

In the courtyard.

Shou Yuan and Shou Qing each sat cross-legged in front of Yan Xiu, who was pointing out the bottlenecks in their martial arts.

After an incense stick of time, Yan Xiu suddenly raised his head and looked somewhere.

Shou Qing saw this and asked, "Brother, did Junior Nephew Tang Yu break through to the Xiantian realm?"

Yan Xiu smiled slightly and nodded.

Shouyuan and Shouqing also showed excitement on their faces when they heard this.

In addition, Tang Yu now has four innate realm masters in Fuzhen Temple. He is undoubtedly the leader in the martial arts world in the Yuan Dynasty.

You must know that in the martial arts world, if a sect has a Xiantian realm leader, it is enough to dominate an area, and no one within a thousand miles dares to disobey him.

Even the Yuan Dynasty royal family before could only count on one hand those who were at the innate realm.

Thinking of this, Shouyuan suddenly sighed.

Yan Xiu turned his gaze towards him upon hearing the voice and asked, "Why are you sighing?"

Shou Yuan shook his head and said frankly: "I just feel a little sorry for Senior Brother Helian..."

When he said this, Yan Xiu's expression did not change much and his tone was very calm.

"Everyone has their own pursuits. Some people pursue the ultimate in martial arts, while others pursue high positions and generous salaries. There is nothing wrong with all of this."

Ever since Yan Xiu moved Dayuan Mountain to the capital, Helian Cheng has often appeared in the capital.

Relying on the reputation he had made when he came down the mountain, as well as his own outstanding cultivation and the reputation of the Fuzhen Temple as the state religion, many princes and nobles in the capital extended olive branches to him.

Helian Cheng was very flattered at first, but as time went on he became like a fish in water, frequently going in and out of the mansions of high-ranking officials in the capital, and hanging out in the brothels of princes and nobles.

Over time, he gradually integrated into the Beijing circle, but the price he paid was that his martial arts level remained stagnant for many years.

Although Yan Xiu had reminded him openly and secretly not to neglect his martial arts, Helian Cheng didn't seem to care, so Yan Xiu had no choice but to let him go.

Just as a few people were chatting, Tang Yu rushed in with an excited look on his face.

"Master, I have finally reached the Xiantian realm!"

His face was filled with unconcealable ecstasy, and even his eyes were sparkling.

After all, reaching the innate realm is the dream of many martial arts heroes. Now that he has finally achieved it after years of hard training, how can he not be excited.

Yan Xiu smiled faintly and said, "It's just the Xiantian Realm. It's nothing to you. As long as I am here, the Tiangang Realm will be no problem."

Yan Xiu's calm words contained absolute confidence.

Tang Yu became more excited upon hearing this, and imagined himself reaching the Tiangang realm.

His talent is definitely not just at the Xiantian level. As long as he continues on the path of martial arts, Yan Xiu is confident that he can cultivate him to the Tiangang level.

This realm is something no one in the Great Yuan Martial Arts World has been able to reach over the years, and even Yuan Ge is working towards this realm.

If someone else said this, Tang Yu would definitely sneer.

But Yan Xiu created one miracle after another, and that is the most convincing evidence.

Outside the mountain gate.

An old man in ragged clothes and pale face was following the pilgrims up the mountain.

Some people couldn't bear it and stepped forward to help.

But he just shook his head slightly and rejected the other party's kindness.

After finally arriving at the gate of the Taoist temple, a look of reminiscence appeared on his old face, and he stood there for a long time without moving.

The gatekeeper disciple saw him standing in the crowd for a long time and hurried over to ask.

"Old man, are you here to burn incense as well?"

Only then did the old man come to his senses, and when he looked at the disciple guarding the gate, his eyes were filled with tears.

"Great, great, great. I never thought that a gatekeeper disciple of Fuzhen Temple could reach the Bone Tempering Realm. Great!"

He praised several times repeatedly, which made the gatekeeper feel a little elated.

The Fuzhen Temple today is completely different from what it used to be. Among the more than a thousand disciples, the lowest level of cultivation is at the Bone Tempering Stage.

There are also more than a hundred disciples who have reached the state of transformation. It is no longer like the embarrassing situation in the past where Taoist Mingxu was the only one unable to support the team.

"I guess this is your first time here, old man. You should know that there are so many people who are forging bones in Fuzhen Temple now, and people who are in the state of transformation are everywhere.

There are also four Xiantian Realm masters sitting in the temple, and Dao Zun's cultivation is the best in the world!"

The gatekeeper's tone was filled with pride.

This is not only the confidence that Fuzhen Temple brings to him, but also the confidence that Daozun brings to all his disciples.

The old man calmed down his excitement and said in a hoarse voice: "Young Taoist priest, please tell the Taoist master that an old friend wants to see you."

The gatekeeper looked embarrassed when he heard this.

"Old man, the Taoist master is now in seclusion in the mountains. Many people want to see him but cannot. Why don't you take a look at the divine bird Qingluan in our Fuzhen Temple? Just one look at it will turn your fortunes around."

In these days, countless people have tried every possible means to see the Taoist Master.

I have heard so many clichés about "an old friend asking for a meeting" that my ears are callused.

The old man shook his head and said firmly: "Please help me pass a message to the Taoist Master, saying that Shi Wujie is here to see you."

The gatekeeper disciple still shook his head and refused. It was obvious that he had never heard of the name of this former senior brother of Fuzhen Temple.

Zhu Miao, who was sweeping the floor nearby, suddenly had a bright look in his eyes and came to the old man in a flash.

"What's your name? Tell me again?"

Shi Wujie turned his head and repeated, "I am Shi Wujie, and I would like to ask to see the Dao Zun."

Zhu Miao's heart skipped a beat and he waved his disciple away.

The gatekeeper disciple also recognized Zhu Miao and hurriedly retreated.

After inviting Shi Wujie into a side hall and settling him down, Zhu Miao said, "Wait a moment, I will go and inform the Master."

Shi Wujie forced out an old smile and said thank you.

After Zhu Miao left, Shi Wujie walked out of the side hall and looked at the unfamiliar scenery. A sense of desolation suddenly arose in his heart.

When I left, there were only a hundred disciples in Fuzhen Temple. After coming back many years later, I never expected that the once unknown Fuzhen Temple would become the state religion of the Yuan Dynasty.

All these changes made him feel like a dream and he couldn't believe it.

He walked and stopped along Guanzhong Road, and the buildings along the way made him feel both familiar and unfamiliar.

Finally, he came to the hall where he led his disciples to recite morning lessons and stopped there.

The past came flooding back to his mind like a tide, making Shi Wujie feel as if he had returned to the carefree days of the past.

Suddenly he coughed up a mouthful of black blood.

Fortunately, no one noticed at the moment, so he quickly wiped it clean with his sleeve.

"But there are always people who are better than you."

Shi Wujie murmured and slowly walked away.