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

Now is the hottest time of the year, and even the ice stored in the palace cellars is running out.

This child is so amazing that he can emit cold air. If I prepare it and present it to the current emperor...

Many people had the same idea in their minds.

They all looked at each other and nodded secretly.

Seeing their expressions, the woman became alert.

"Don't touch my Qing'er!"

She roared angrily, and blood gushed out of her cracked lips. With her disheveled hair and haggard face, she looked like a ghost.

But those men were not afraid at all. Three or five big men held the girl down tightly, while the others took cotton cloth and wanted to carry the girl away.

At this moment, the woman suddenly burst out with amazing strength and threw away several big men who were controlling her.

She quickly snatched her child and held him tightly in her arms.

The child was also miraculous. After being held in his mother's arms, he no longer emitted cold air and returned to his normal state.

Such a magical sight makes the greed in the eyes of those with evil intentions even stronger.

"Take them all down!"

Women are weak, but mothers are strong.

The strength he had just burst out was only to protect his child. Now that his anger had subsided, he was no match for the strong man.

In broad daylight, as the woman was about to be abducted, the sound of horse hooves suddenly sounded on the street behind her.

They saw a group of soldiers in armor and on horseback galloping towards them, and it was obvious that their target was them.

The leading gangster's eyes turned fierce, and instead of stopping immediately, he urged the others to move faster.

Seeing this, the general of Qiantianwei opened his eyes wide with anger, shouted loudly, soared into the sky, jumped dozens of feet away on his toes, landed in front of them, drew his sword and started to chop.

Blood was spilled all over the place and several criminals were killed on the street.

Seeing this, the remaining people dared not resist anymore and all squatted down with their heads in their hands.

The woman held the child tightly, curled up on the ground, her body shaking uncontrollably.

At this time, Zhu Miao walked out from the sergeants, came to her and said, "It's okay, just follow me."

The woman stood up with difficulty, hugged the child and said: "Thank you for saving my life, sir. I came to Beijing only to ask for one thing, and I hope you can fulfill it."

Zhu Miao seemed to have expected her to say this, and said straight to the point: "I already know your purpose. I am here to pick you up on the order of Dao Zun. Come with me."

After saying that, he walked towards Dayuan Mountain without looking back.

Hearing this, the woman was stunned, and then her eyes showed great ecstasy.

Did Dao Zun already know that I was coming?

It seems that my actions must have reached the ears of the gods and reached the ears of the Taoist Master.

She didn't have time to think about it, and followed Zhu Miao up to Fuzhen Temple with her child in her arms.

Outside the courtyard.

Zhu Miao pointed to the tightly closed courtyard door and whispered, "The Taoist Master is in the courtyard, go in by yourself."

After saying that, he left without waiting for her to reply.

The woman looked at the gate, her heart filled with excitement, her whole body trembling uncontrollably as if she had been electrocuted.

It took about three years, more than a thousand days and nights, and more than 80,000 miles of rugged and bumpy road.

Today, she finally arrived at the place she had always dreamed of.

The woman dragged her broken body forward step by step, then gently knocked on the gate.

"Enter."

Following a sound like gurgling water, the gate opened automatically.

In the yard, a young man in blue was sitting quietly under a big tree.

He has sharp eyebrows, bright eyes, black hair like a waterfall, deep eyes, and a sense of indifference between his brows that transcends the world.

The branches and leaves of the Jianmu tree swayed gently, making a rustling sound, and the spring water drawn from the mountains flowed, making a tinkling sound.

The wide hem of his clothes swayed gently in the wind, and the sunlight shone through the gaps in the leaves onto his sleeves, creating a faint halo. Just sitting there, he seemed to be one with the nature.

The woman was stunned at the scene before her.

Seeing her standing there in a daze, Yan Xiu pointed at the stone bench and said with a faint smile: "Come and sit down."

The woman came and sat down at the stone table, and Yan Xiu poured her a cup of tea.

But the woman did not drink the tea. Instead, she suddenly fell to her knees and burst into tears.

"I am Ji Yun, please save my daughter!"

She went through so much hardship to come to the capital not just to drink a cup of tea, but to hope that the Taoist Master would save her daughter.

Yan Xiu helped her up, pointed at the tea and said softly, "Drink the tea and I will save your daughter."

Although Ji Yun didn't understand what Dao Zun's intention was, she had no choice but to obey.

However, the child in her arms made her feel a little restrained. Seeing this, Yan Xiu signaled Ji Yun to give him the child.

But Ji Yun was afraid that the coldness emanating from her daughter would hurt the Taoist Master, but she didn't expect Yan Xiu to not care at all and just gently embraced the child.

Suddenly, a bone-chilling chill broke out, as if even the Jianmu trees were affected, and their branches and leaves began to fall.

Yan Xiu gently tapped the girl's forehead with his slender index finger.

Suddenly, the spreading coldness receded like a tide and shrank back into the child's body.

Ji Yun stood there in a daze, at a loss as to what to do.

At the same time, the hope that had long been extinguished in my heart became active again.

Since Dao Zun can suppress the cold easily, he must be able to save his daughter.

Yan Xiu's arms rocked gently like a cradle, he hummed a song from his previous life, and the child in his arms fell into a deep sleep.

"Let's have tea."

Ji Yun took a sip of tea and immediately felt a warm current flowing through her body, slowly healing her broken body.

He was shocked and took a few sips.

By the time he had finished the tea in the cup, all the injuries his body had suffered over the years had been fully recovered.

Even her weather-beaten, haggard face had disappeared, returning to her youthful and beautiful appearance.

Ji Yun's appearance cannot be described as absolutely beautiful, but she is fresh and refined, gentle and virtuous, and has the temperament of a beautiful girl from a small family.

Although her daughter Qing'er is three years old, she is thin and malnourished.

Only then did Ji Yun slowly tell her story.

She was originally from Fengming City, Jinglan Prefecture, Wanzhou. She married a teacher in the city four years ago. The couple loved each other very much.

It was not until she became pregnant that her husband was robbed by bandits while out of the city. He was taken to a village and forced to become a legal advisor by the bandits.

Later, the government sent troops to suppress the bandits, and her husband was not spared and died in the chaos.

After ten months of pregnancy, she gave birth to a daughter, but unexpectedly she was suffering from a strange disease.

Not only was his body cold as ice, he had never opened his eyes or cried since he was born. Ji Yun consulted many doctors but none of them could figure out what was wrong.

In the end, the elders of the clan pointed out a clear path for Ji Yun, which was Fuzhen Temple.

However, she needs to kneel down and kowtow three times and nine times all the way to the foot of Dayuan Mountain in the capital, so as to show her sincerity and the Taoist Master will help to save her daughter.

After this was said, many people thought that since Dao Zun was an immortal, there was no way he would condescend to take care of such a matter.

But the speaker may not have meant it, but the listener took it to heart. Ji Yun took her daughter on the journey without saying a word, and they were gone for three years.