Only then did this person dare to speak and said, "The True Lord descended to the thunder and killed Shi Miyuan, the treacherous prime minister of the Song Dynasty, and Torre, the fourth Mongolian prince, the emperor of the Three Kingdoms was frightened and quickly invited the masters of Buddhism and Taoism to wait beside him.

The Mongolian people invited two living Buddhas, Basiba and Jinlun, from the border of Tibet, to go to the desert to preach the Dharma; the Emperor of the Zhao family summoned Zhang Keda, the master of Zhengyi, and gave him the title of Mr. Guan Miao, and he also won over the leader of the Beggar Gang Hong and the Master of Huangdao in Donghai."

Shen Yuanjing had never expected that a slight action caused such a big change in the world. He continued to listen to the person in front of him: "As for Jinting, the emperor of the dynasty visited Mount Hua three times, and when he saw the true king, he seemed to be unreasonable, so he gritted his teeth and came to Songshan. Master Tianming of Shaolin Temple was very skillful in martial arts, so he was favored."

Hearing this, Shen Yuanjing couldn't help but laugh and said, "It's a barren thieves who are cheap." The three of them looked at each other and dared not refute.

Zhu Ziliu continued: "Later, the Emperor of Jin Dynasty found out about the traces of Qiu Qianren, the evil thief, and sent disciples from the original Iron Palm Gang to lure them. The evil thief deceived his master and went out to deal with some private matters together, but he was seriously injured by sneak attacks."

Shen Yuanjing nodded and said, "It turns out that these things are really caused by me." After that, he stretched out his hand and pointed out a force, and a light was hit.

This true qi entered the body, like a key, and flowed with the true qi for the last cycle. A heat spread from the chest. The frost air on the old monk's long eyebrows slowly dissipated, and the face gradually returned to its flesh color, becoming rosy, and its breathing became thicker and stronger.

The three of them stared at each other and smiled unstoppable. Shen Yuanjing said, "I have removed the root of the disease, and the rest depends on you to recuperate. I am not good at the method of lead and mercury, but you have the elixir of Peach Blossom Island, so it can be used."

Yidian opened his eyes, closed his hands, bowed, and said, "Thank you, Zhenjun, for helping me, I am a monk, and I feel relieved." He looked at the three anxious and happy disciples next to him, and felt relieved.

Shen Yuanjing said: "Since you are fine, go down the mountain and don't tell anyone that you have seen me."

The few people quickly bowed again, and didn't dare to say more, so they were about to retreat. Yideng hesitated for a moment, but still said, "True Lord, I still have a word. Three years ago, the Mongolian emperor suppressed the domestic rebellion and turned to attack Jin from the west, and now he has attacked Song Tu again. The three countries each bordered each other and conquered endlessly. The people suffered from war and were displaced.

Even the head of Li Mochou, who lives in the ancient tomb, was inevitable to avoid disaster. The entire sect moved to Mount Emei, and the disaster was at this point. The True Lord was indifferent to the world and should come out early to relieve the creatures from the upside down to correct the situation. The poor monk was reckless and said a few words, and asked the True Lord to think about it."

Shen Yuanjing was very surprised and said to himself: "I haven't come out of the mountain for only a few years, why did so many things happen?" But he didn't show any expression on his face, sitting quietly on the big rock, without saying anything.

After waiting for a while, seeing that he didn't want to pay attention, he had to sigh and lead the three disciples down the mountain and head straight towards Xiangyang. Shen Yuanjing sat quietly on the top of the mountain for a while and left.

He wanted to go to the foot of the mountain, but thought about it again, but it seemed that he had little to do with him. He saw the people's misery that day and felt compassion, he took some actions later. Now that he has been practicing in the mountains for many days, a little bit of pity has disappeared without a trace, so why bother to get into dust again?

In the past few years, in his spare time, he has either been exploring the scenery of Wudang Mountain or playing the piano and flute, and he is happy. After seeing off a few people, his life seemed to return to normal, so he calmed down and prepared to go into seclusion again.

Unfortunately, such peace did not last long. From the day before yesterday, more people entered the mountain and searched all over the mountains. Shen Yuanjing hid several times, and was unable to disturb him, so he followed the three Song soldiers to inquire about the news.

I heard a young soldier saying to his companions all the way: "Will our riots go up the mountain to disturb you so much? Will it anger the true Lord Qingwei and surrender your sins?"

The tall and brave one was a little impatient and said loudly: "What are you afraid of? If the immortal you mentioned is really so effective, you will know what we are doing when we come here. Now you can't see people, either you are not capable and dare not come out; or you are just a martial arts person, and you are hiding in some corner and have not received any information."

The middle-aged man's face changed drastically and he cursed angrily: "Shut up! Zhenjun can you slander him? You dare to talk nonsense and deal with military law."

The tall and strong man seemed to be very afraid of him, so he shrank his head and muttered in a low voice: "What did I say wrong? Obviously..." Seeing him glaring at him, he quickly changed his words: "I mean, no matter how powerful the True Lord is, the Mongolian emperor came with an army of 100,000, and he alone could not defeat thousands of troops."

Duoying sneered, "Just because everyone is like you, you are just taller but not more brainy? Lord Lu and Mr. Guo led us to repel the enemy many times, how many times can we not care about it?"

The young soldier said, "That's right, that's right. Besides, you, a barbarian, don't know the magical powers of the True Lord? My father said that the prince named Torre, who was named Torre, had passed by our doorstep with a large army. He robbed and killed him, but he couldn't do anything about him, and he was still in uniform."

The strong man has heard this story many times. Anyway, he will be fine, so he said, "Let me tell me, how did he subdue it?"

The young soldier said, "Torre ran from us to the territory of Jin. The emperor of Jin sent hundreds of thousands of troops, but he could not resist it. He was so scared that he couldn't even sleep. He put on incense tables in the palace overnight and respectfully kowtowed to Zhenjun for three days and three nights. Zhenjun was very compassionate and passed on a brilliant plan.

The Emperor of Jin took the treasure bag and was overjoyed and said, "The True Lord is merciful!" He actually went back and hugged the queen and went to sleep."

He spoke dryly, took out a water bag and took a sip. The strong man had also heard many things about Shen Yuanjing, but it was the first time he heard it as vivid as him. He hurriedly urged: "Stop drinking, say, say, what's going on?"

The young soldier said proudly: "The Emperor of Jin gave the treasure bag to the general named Wanyan Tatar opposite. According to the strategy inside, he set up an ambush in Sanfeng Mountain in advance, and worshiped for another seven days and seven nights. When Tore led the army to the valley, heavy snow suddenly fell from the sky. The snowflakes could be as big as a cool mat, blocking the Mongols' roads ahead and back.
Chapter completed!