The Eight-Year-Old Saint of the Tang Dynasty

At the beginning of the second year of Zhenguan, an eight-year-old boy rode a green ox to Chang'an, traveling thirty thousand miles eastward with purple energy! Li Shimin pinched his nose and worshiped him as the descendant of the holy ancestor Li Er. From then on, he took charge of the Taoist sect and was called the Supreme Taoist Master of Jinque Xuanyuan! "Ancestor, the Turkic invaders have already reached the Wei River. Please give me a strategy to repel the enemy!" Outside Xuanyuan Golden Tower, Li Shimin knelt on the ground and burst into tears. "Old Ancestor, my mother's illness has occurred again, and my father sent me to ask for the elixir." Princess Changle knelt outside Chaotian Palace, sobbing softly. "Ancestor, I have learned all the postures you taught me in the past few days. Please teach me new ones!" Princess Gao Yang smiled with a red face and mist in her eyes. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.