Chapter 1079
Chapter 1079
Pan Hong sighed and said, "Her soul left her body completely, and her body immediately stopped breathing. This frightened Xiao Hei and alerted Miao Zhen."
In fact, Pan Xiaohei wasn't scared at all. As for astral projection, she was already at the third level of the Hou realm, so it was okay for her to occasionally have a spiritual journey. However, she couldn't stay in it for too long, lest she damage her soul and body. But the next moment, Pan Xiaohei realized that Pan Yun's body had stopped breathing, and she immediately jumped up as if her hair had been blown off.
In a panic, it jumped onto the table, swept everything off with its tail, and then, with a bang, smashed the window and chased after the spirit.
Startled awake, Miao Zhen immediately stood up, and Pan Xiaohei's voice rang in her ears: "Protect her body!"
The next moment, it disappeared from the rooftop in a few leaps.
When Miaozhen ran into the house, Pan Yun was already lifeless. Fortunately, Miaohe and Tao Yanbai also lived in the Imperial Observatory, and Miaozhen quickly found them.
The three men laid Pan Yun flat, and Tao Yanbai immediately began to administer acupuncture to her. Miao He and Miao Zhen each grabbed one of her arms, rolled up their sleeves, and patted her elbows.
A person can live without a soul, but not without a heartbeat.
A person without a soul is a living dead; but a person without a heartbeat is a corpse.
So the three of them worked as fast as they could to get Pan Yun's heart back to beating.
Although the soul is gone, the body's instincts remain; the silver needles are inserted to stimulate the heart.
The rhythmic patting of the left and right elbows quickly started to make the heart beat faster.
Miaohe listened to Pan Jun's chest for a moment, then exhaled: "It jumped."
Tao Yanbai then sat down on the ground, feeling a cold, damp sensation on his back, realizing he was covered in sweat.
Miaohe then remembered to ask, "What's going on? Has some evil spirit dared to enter the palace and harm people?"
Tao Yanbai also looked at Miaozhen: "How powerful must a demon be to harm Junior Uncle so silently?"
After thinking for a moment, Miaozhen said, "It must have been Junior Uncle who took the initiative to separate his soul from his body."
Miao He and Tao Yanbai remained silent upon hearing this.
Because of this, the three dared not make a sound and closed the door.
Fortunately, Pan Yun disliked being served, so only the four of them, her junior apprentice and her nephew, lived in the entire courtyard, and no one else was disturbed for the time being.
Once Pan Yun's heartbeat stabilized, the three of them lifted her onto the bed and waited for her soul to return.
As a result, by dawn, not only was Junior Uncle's soul nowhere to be found, but even Pan Xiaohei was nowhere to be found.
Miaohe and Tao Yanbai were acting as the Third Prince's translators. Logically, they should have left the palace early in the morning to go to the guild hall to receive instructions.
Miao Zhen's expression grew increasingly solemn. She instructed Miao He and Tao Yanbai to stay at the Imperial Observatory to take care of Pan Yun, while she left the palace to ask for leave for the two of them. She then took out her compass and began searching for the whereabouts of Pan Yun and Pan Xiaohei.
Unfortunately, nothing could be found.
Miaozhen secretly approached Pan Hong, plucked two strands of his hair without making a sound, and used a great deal of her skill to divine Pan Yun's whereabouts.
Unfortunately, Pan Yun was too powerful and could only calculate a general location.
southward.
Miao Zhen's heart stirred, and she vaguely felt that it was the direction of Sanqing Mountain.
Miaozhen dared not delay, so she immediately rented a good horse and headed south. She changed horses along the way without regard to cost, and in three days she caught up with Jinan Prefecture.
She has a yellow talisman book that she can use to contact Miaohe.
This was given to them by Pan Jun when they were on the grassland, in case they encountered danger and needed to call for help.
In three days, the two sides communicated through the Yellow Talisman Book. As the Yellow Talismans gradually decreased, Miaozhen still had not found any trace of Pan Yun's soul, while Miaohe also said that Pan Yun's aura was getting weaker and weaker.
Staying at the post station outside Jinan Prefecture, Miaozhen stared blankly for a long time. Finally, she took out the mountain god statue, talismans, and incense and candles hidden in her space and asked her ancestor and senior master for help.
I can only hope that my master is in the mountain god temple or in the Sanqing Temple on Sanqing Mountain at this moment.
The yellow talisman burned out before her eyes, and Miaozhen turned around, mounted her horse, and rushed back to the capital overnight.
It took her three days to go there, and on the return trip, she saved the time of using a compass to search for the soul. With her constant travel day and night, she returned to the capital in just two days.
When she dismounted, her legs went weak and she almost collapsed to the ground.
The palace guards greeted her warmly when they saw her: "Master Miaozhen is back."
Miaozhen paused, then asked, "Has anything happened in the palace recently?"
"No, everyone is preparing birthday gifts for the Imperial Advisor. By the way, your senior uncle just went into the palace."
Upon hearing this, Miaozhen perked up and quickly hurried into the palace.
Wang Feiyin received the letter this morning when he came out of the mountains to forage for food.
He secluded himself in the deep mountains, naturally practicing fasting, until he was so hungry that he finally came down from the mountains to eat a bowl of rice noodles.
He finished eating as the sun was just rising, the best time of day.
On such a bright morning, he thought that he hadn't visited the temple in a long time, so he decided to open the doors and provide free medical consultations.
As soon as he opened the door, he noticed that there seemed to be tears glistening in the eyes of the mountain god statue. He immediately rushed forward and finally found an old yellow talisman at the foot of the mountain god statue with messy handwriting on it.
Others might not be able to recognize it, but he could tell at a glance that it was Miaozhen's handwriting.
Upon reading what was said, Wang Feiyin didn't hesitate and immediately flew towards the capital.
The once bright sky was instantly covered with dark clouds.
The villagers living at the foot of Sanqing Mountain were already used to it. After glancing up, they called to their families, "Hurry back and harvest the beans, it looks like it's going to rain."
"The weather in July is like a child with a fickle face; this wicked heaven is too restless."
Despite the grumbling and cursing, everyone went back to collect the soybeans, wheat, and other crops that were drying in the sun.
Meanwhile, in the palace, Pan Yun's dissociative identity disorder could no longer be hidden from the emperor.
The emperor brought the head of the Imperial Medical Academy to see her, but the head of the academy said that Pan Yun was in very good health and that she should have no problem living for another hundred or eighty years. He couldn't do anything about it now.
Dissociative identity disorder is beyond his diagnostic scope.
The emperor thought it made sense; professional matters should be handled by professionals. So he summoned the five officials of the Imperial Observatory.
After examining Pan Yun and confirming that her soul had left her body, the five officials simply set up an altar in the courtyard and tried to call back her soul. However, they failed to bring Pan Yun's soul back, and instead suffered a backlash, vomiting blood and nearly fainting.
When Wang Feiyin arrived, it was right when the five men were injured and collapsed; it was noon at that time.
While coughing up blood, the five men were summarizing the reasons for their failure to the emperor: "The soul-calling ceremony is usually held in the evening, but because the Imperial Preceptor is extremely yang, we decided to call the soul at noon. But now it seems that it should have been held in the evening."
“That’s right, Your Majesty. Let us rest for half a day, and then try again when the sun is about to set in the evening.”
The emperor looked at them with suspicion: "You, can you really do it?"
He felt the five officials were just about to be defeated, but since they were injured because of the Imperial Preceptor, he couldn't say anything hurtful. So, the emperor thought he was being tactful and suggested, "Why don't we ask the Daoist Registry and the Celestial Master's Mansion to come and take a look?"
The five officials' expressions changed, and they quickly refused.
The official in charge of the Spring Palace said, "Your Majesty, the matter of the Imperial Preceptor's soul leaving his body must not be known to outsiders."
Xia Guanzheng added, "Right now, the capital is full of envoys from various countries who have come to congratulate the Grand Preceptor on his birthday. Once they find out that the Grand Preceptor has departed from his soul... especially the Oirats and Tatars, whose rebellions on the grasslands have just been quelled. If news of the Grand Preceptor's departure from his soul breaks out now, it will likely be detrimental to the border."
Qiu Guanzheng said in a muffled voice, "The Daoist Records Office and the Celestial Master's Mansion will not stand behind the Imperial Preceptor like the Imperial Observatory. Especially the Celestial Master's Mansion, they have their own lineage. The Imperial Preceptor became the Imperial Preceptor by bypassing the Zhang family. How can we know that they will not harbor ulterior motives?"
The emperor hesitated, saying nothing but recalling Pan Yun's earlier words of advice.
She once said that if something were to happen to her one day, and Zhang Liuzhen were still the Celestial Master of the Zhang family, then it would be believable.
If not, although Zhang would not rebel against the imperial family, his character needs to be examined to avoid harming the foundation of the nation.
Currently, Zhang Liuzhen is still in charge of the Celestial Master's Mansion, so it's worth a try.
The emperor didn't say anything in front of the five officials, avoiding the crowd, but instead sent someone to Longhu Mountain to invite Zhang Liuzhen: "Send someone to Sanqing Mountain as well, and invite the National Preceptor's senior brother as well."
No sooner had the order been given than a guard came to report from outside the palace that Fei Yin, the Prince of Sanqing Mountain, was requesting an audience with the Imperial Preceptor.
Upon hearing this, the emperor's eyes lit up, and he immediately ordered someone to invite Wang Feiyin in.
Wang Feiyin had just entered the palace when Miaozhen arrived shortly after.
A group of people gathered in the backyard of the Imperial Observatory, all staring at Pan Yun on the bed.
The emperor was filled with anxiety and was the most anxious person present.
Based on their trust in Pan Yun's abilities, the three Miao Zhen siblings were anxious but full of confidence, especially now that their eldest master had arrived.
Based on the Grand Preceptor's abilities and the fact that he had just suffered a backlash, the five officials felt that Pan Yun's problem was not serious.
Only Wang Feiyin could tell at a glance that Pan Yun was on the verge of danger.
She tried to force growth, but ended up pulling up too much and uprooting herself.
Wang Feiyin laughed in anger. If Pan Yun weren't here, he would definitely have picked up a stick and beaten her three hundred times. This child is really bold.
When Wang Feiyin appeared, Zhang Zijin, who had been perfectly hidden all along, also came out openly to watch the excitement.
The emperor's eyes lit up the moment he saw him.
In the emperor's eyes, the Imperial Preceptor was a semi-divine being, very powerful; Zhang Zijin, on the other hand, had already stepped into the ranks of immortals, making him even more powerful.
However, he did not concern himself with worldly affairs, which left the emperor with only regret.
The appearance of Zhang Zijin and Wang Feiyin put the emperor's mind at ease. He asked anxiously, "Two immortal masters, how is the Imperial Preceptor?"
Wang Feiyin didn't want the emperor to know more, so he nodded coldly and said, "It's not a big problem. I'll find her soul and bring it back to my body."
Zhang Zijin stood aside with his hands clasped together, and upon hearing this, he smiled faintly: "Where are we going to find them? I don't know if they've gone to heaven or to the underworld."
Wang Feiyin lowered his eyes, thought for a moment, and then said, "Isn't Pan Hong, Pan Yun's father, in the capital? We should ask him to come to the palace to assist us. He is Pan Yun's biological father, and we can find Pan Yun's soul through him."
Upon hearing this, the emperor immediately ordered the Imperial Guards to secretly leave the palace to fetch the person: "The news must not be leaked; bring the person in quietly."
The Imperial Guards responded and left.
"Will Lord Pan be able to find the Imperial Advisor once he enters the palace?"
Wang Feiyin nodded slightly to the emperor, reassuring him, "That's right, even Pan Hong couldn't find one if we needed him..."
Pan Yun probably really went to the underworld, or even reincarnated.
Even if a soul enters the underworld, it can be retrieved, as long as the person doesn't jump into the underworld and enter the cycle of reincarnation.
Wang Feiyin was also somewhat anxious, thinking that Pan Yun had been in a daze for five days.
Zhang Zijin's cultivation was slightly higher than his. He secretly calculated with his fingers, smiled lightly, leaned against the door frame, and said sarcastically, "Aren't you Sanqing Mountain Taoist doctors? Taoist doctors are supposed to be the most patient and gentlest cultivators among all the Taoists. How come you Sanqing Mountain is an exception?"
Wang Feiyin said irritably, "Senior, you can speak frankly. There's no need for such sarcasm. You Taoist cultivators of Longhu Mountain are just hypocritical for not being in a hurry."
"Hmph, it's clear that your Sanqing Mountain is used to taking shortcuts and has a big temper. How long has it been since you underwent tribulation? Has your cultivation been consolidated? You actually dare to practice the Soul Separation Technique. What, does she want to directly sever her three corpses and become a god?"
Zhang Zijin shook his head and said, "Jade must be carved to become a useful object. If this were a disciple of my Longhu Mountain, this temperament would have been corrected at the beginning of cultivation. Otherwise, what good is being a genius? In the end, you will either cause trouble or die."
Wang Feiyin retorted, "Just like the current Celestial Master?"
Zhang Zijin was attacked, and thinking of the trouble caused by Zhang Liuzhen, who was known as the number one genius in the Zhang family for five hundred years, he remained silent for a long time.
Seeing that he had finally quieted down, Wang Feiyin snorted and turned to look at Pan Yun on the bed, his teeth itching with hatred.
The emperor, who was standing to the side, was confused but had grasped a little of the gist of it. He asked cautiously, "What would happen if the Imperial Preceptor successfully severed the Three Corpses?"
Wang Feiyin said with a complicated expression, "They will ascend to immortality on the spot."
Upon hearing this, the emperor was greatly alarmed and hurriedly said, "How can this be? The Ming Dynasty still needs the Imperial Advisor. How can the Imperial Advisor leave?"
Wang Feiyin's expression became even more complicated. He said to the emperor, "Don't worry, she has failed this time. She won't be able to become a god or an immortal for decades."
“Not necessarily,” Zhang Zijin said quietly from the side. “Before her, who could have imagined that she could break through two major realms at such a young age, advancing from the first Marquis to the third Marquis?”
"Even this time, her soul leaving her body was probably due to some enlightenment. Wang Feiyin, what level were you at when you first successfully left your body?"
Upon hearing this, Wang Feiyin remained silent.
Zhang Zijin's lips curled slightly.
Upon hearing this, the emperor became even more anxious, his mind filled with the fear that "the Imperial Preceptor is about to abandon me and the Ming Dynasty to become an immortal."
The Ming Dynasty has not yet eliminated its abuses and become a prosperous age, and I have not yet achieved the political achievements of the wise ruler she speaks of. How can the Imperial Advisor abandon me?
The emperor stared at Pan Yun, determined to do everything in his power to keep her here, at least until he died, so that Pan Yun could not ascend to immortality and leave.
He couldn't imagine what would happen to him after losing the Imperial Advisor.
So when Pan Hong entered the palace, the emperor's eyes practically glowed with embarrassment as he stared at him.
Even Miaozhen and the others were glowing with a green light.
This was the first time Miaozhen and the others had ever seen the emperor like this. If their junior uncle hadn't been lying in bed, they almost would have left the palace.
Wang Feiyin plucked a handful of Pan Hong's hair by the roots, and when that wasn't enough, he pricked his finger and drew several drops of blood. Only after the sun had set did he set up an array to summon the soul.
This time, Zhang Zijin didn't stand idly by. After Wang Feiyin sat in the center of the formation, he reached out to help.
So, Wang Feiyin, whose soul had left his body, nodded to Zhang Zijin in mid-air to express his gratitude, and then flew away quickly.
Whether it was from spending too much time with Pan Yun or the influence of the formation here, the emperor was able to see Wang Feiyin's soul leaving his body, and his eyes widened in surprise. (End of Chapter)