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

While nearly half of the Yuan Dynasty's provinces were mired in refugee uprisings, the capital was peaceful.

Although many wealthy businessmen in the capital and princes and nobles in the palace knew about this, no one dared to discuss it.

After all, they were not only under the feet of the emperor, but also under the nose of the Taoist Master, so how could they dare to comment?

If this were to be known, even without the Taoist Master or the Emperor saying anything, countless people would rush to send themselves to the Heavenly Prison in order to gain a great merit.

After all, in this land, the crime of slandering the Taoist master is more serious than the crime of deceiving the emperor.

Although Fuzhen Temple is still very popular, many disciples are missing.

Of course, they did not flee after hearing the rumors. Instead, they went down the mountain in groups to join the army and help suppress the troubled Xianyue Holy Land and the remnants of the previous dynasty.

They were not conscripted by the emperor, but volunteered.

Now that the Yuan Dynasty is at a critical juncture in its rising fortunes, how could it allow these people to disrupt its progress?

In terms of justice, it means defending the country with utmost loyalty.

From a selfish perspective, they are enemies who have prevented countless martial artists from reaching a higher level in the future. How could they be let go so easily?

Although he could not go to the battlefield in person to kill a few Dongyun bandits, he was able to suppress the riot on the territory of the Yuan Dynasty, which was a slap in the face of Emperor Dongyun.

Seeing his disciple enjoying himself, Taoist Mingxu's originally calm mind began to become a little anxious.

The refugee uprisings in various places are getting bigger and bigger, and the remnants of the Xianyue Holy Land and Nanhua are also showing signs of revival.

If this continues, I'm afraid the Yuan Dynasty will be in a precarious situation again.

If there is anyone who can end all this, it can only be this disciple of mine.

"Yan Xiu, the situation seems to be getting out of control. When are you going to come forward?"

Yan Xiu, who was lying on a bamboo chair reading a book, closed the book with a snap and stretched comfortably.

He either practices or meditates all day long, and his buttocks are almost covered with calluses.

Occasionally reading the popular novels at the foot of the mountain can help pass the time.

"Master, don't worry. Everything is under my control."

After saying that, he put down the book in his hand, waved his hand gently, and several more books flew out of the house and were neatly stacked on the stone table in front of him.

It’s not that he wasn’t anxious, but if he took action himself, it would be exactly what Lingxu Palace wanted.

What they wanted was for Yan Xiu to take action personally, and then they would hide behind the scenes and use an invisible hand to secretly control everything, making everything increasingly out of control.

Once Yan Xiu shows up, he will most likely be led by the nose by Lingxu Palace.

Although the uprisings in various places seem to be getting more and more fierce, they have not yet reached a critical point.

Yan Xiu believed that with the ability of the current emperor, he could completely control the situation.

Besides, this is also a rare opportunity.

Since the fall of the Xianyue Holy Land and the Nanhua Dynasty, many people have been acting in secret.

Although it could not cause any substantial impact on the Yuan Dynasty, it was ultimately a thorn in the flesh that would not go away unless it was removed.

They wanted to take advantage of this good opportunity to muddy the waters and make a comeback, but the Yuan Dynasty also wanted to catch them all in one fell swoop.

In the past, it would have been a lot of trouble to catch a single remnant.

In the current situation, they are all exposed, just like fish that swim to the surface to breathe when a storm is approaching.

They thought this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, but they never imagined that a dead end would be waiting for them.

"We can take this opportunity to let the disciples in the temple go down the mountain to join the army and have some training. Otherwise, they will only be talking about war on paper all day long, and they will suffer a great loss when they really fight with others in the future."

Yan Xiu adjusted himself to the most comfortable position, then gently put his fingers together and waved.

Suddenly, the book on the table floated in front of his eyes and began to turn page by page.

"Isn't this much more comfortable than the lazy stand in my previous life?"

Yan Xiu thought to himself.

"Having said that, I am still a little worried. After all, the Dongyun Dynasty and Lingxu Palace have been famous for a long time and are far beyond the reach of the Xianyue Holy Land."

Taoist Mingxu was still worried.

"Master, don't worry. According to my calculations, the riots in the Yuan Dynasty will gradually subside in three months at most. By then, the mastermind behind the incident will come out on his own."

Yan Xiu consoled him.

As long as all this is suppressed, the person controlling it behind the scenes will surely be unable to hold back and come in person.

Although he didn't know how the other party would appear in front of him, Yan Xiu was already prepared to wait and see.

It seemed that all of this was controlled by Lingxu Palace, but little did they know that Yan Xiu was sitting above them.

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, more than a month has passed.

The development of the situation was exactly as Yan Xiu had expected.

The seemingly unstoppable uprising was suppressed by the army in a short period of time, and countless remnants of the Xianyue Holy Land and Nanhua who took advantage of the chaos lost their heads.

The others were frightened and sobered up when they saw this, and had to flee in panic.

In the Yuan Dynasty's pursuit and killing, the remnants who fled were all killed.

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boom--!

Xue Ling suddenly smashed an eight-immortal table that was carefully carved from thousand-year-old ebony into pieces.

Broken wood chips flew everywhere, and even cut a tiny wound when they passed by Master Qin's face.

Master Qin didn't dare to say anything, he just lowered his head even lower.

"What a Taoist, sitting on the Diaoyutai like a mountain, I underestimated you."

Xue Ling's face was full of anger and his voice was low.

He thought that even if the situation he had stirred up would not cause the Dao Zun to show up in person, it would at least make him feel very uncomfortable.

However, no one expected that Yan Xiu not only did not even show his face, but also did not even say a word, and he suppressed the situation.

"Look, I told you, instead of beating around the bush, it's better to just go straight to the door and get straight to the point."

The impatient elder spread his hands and said with an expression as if he would have known this would happen.

The other elder laughed and comforted Xue Ling, "It's okay, it's okay, just treat it as some fun with that Taoist priest, the final outcome will be the same anyway."

After everyone consoled him for a few words, Xue Ling's ugly expression finally recovered a little.

"It seems that what the elder said is right. If that's the case, then we really don't need to waste any more time."

Xue Ling adjusted his mentality and regained his calm expression.

"Listen, call back all the disciples within seven days."

Xue Ling's voice echoed above the Qin residence, dispersing the wind and snow in the sky a little.

"Yes!"

There came a response from somewhere.

Then several figures shuttled through the snow and dispersed in all directions.

"Da Yuan Dao Zun, I will show you what it means that there are always people who are better than you."

Xue Ling put his hands behind his back, walked into the snow, and muttered.