"Old man, why are you so startled?" Xingyue was startled, and she covered her ears. "How old are you, why are you still acting like this?"
Penglai Guanzhu was not in the mood to quarrel with Xingyue at this moment. He stepped forward quickly: "Old...I saw a woman's soul here!"
As soon as these words came out, Yan Tingfeng suddenly opened his eyes, and his eyes suddenly fell on Mingyue Ling.
Although Beiming Shufa and Penglai Shufa both originated from Shenzhou Taoism and have the same origin, they are actually completely different in use.
Penglai's magic can see "life", but Beiming's magic can see "death".
Life and death are black and white, complete opposites.
Therefore, the Penglai Temple Master could see that there was the soul of the female Prime Minister Shen Mingshu in this Mingyue Order, but he could not see it.
"It seems that there really is the breath of a soul." Xingyue scratched her head, "But I still can't tell whose soul it is."
"Hiss... I took a closer look. This official uniform is the one worn by the prime minister during the Ning Dynasty!" The Penglai temple owner only felt dizzy.
Xingyue blurted out: "Then the soul of Shen Xiang lives in this jade?!"
"The master has good eyesight." Ye Banlan looked calm, smiled and raised his eyebrows, "I only saw that there seemed to be a soul in it, but I didn't know who it belonged to, so I thought of bringing this thing here."
"It's incredible!" The master of Penglai Temple tugged at his beard and couldn't help but take a breath, "I didn't expect that Shen Xiang's soul could be preserved so completely."
Of course the soul is real, but its name was given by the magician.
From a scientific point of view, people still do not disappear completely after death, but the particles that make up people change.
Since there is life, there must be death.
When a new soul is born, the old soul should also return to the world.
The so-called reincarnation actually does not refer to the continuous reincarnation of a soul.
Because once the soul dissipates, it becomes one with heaven and earth. Even though a new soul is born from heaven and earth, it is not similar to the old soul.
This is the real reincarnation.
Energy does not disappear or appear out of thin air, but is constantly circulating.
The master of Penglai Temple said slowly: "After death, the soul can still stay in the world for a while, but it can only stay for seven days at most."
This is also the origin of the so-called "first seven".
Psychics will also conduct channeling within these seven days and ask the deceased about their past affairs.
But if it exceeds seven days, the psychic ritual can continue, but the psychic must use enough psychic power to retain the soul of the deceased when performing the psychic.
"I know this." Ye Banlan nodded, "After seven days, the soul will gradually dissipate and return to chaos."
"That's right." Penglai Temple Master's beard was shaking, "So there is someone who can keep the soul of Prime Minister Shen in the Mingyue Order. This person is not only far-sighted, but also has extremely high cultivation!"
Yan Tingfeng's eyes narrowed slightly, and he quickly searched for someone who matched him in his mind.
In the end, it settled on one name——
Emperor Daning's master, the sound of cold clouds.
"However, keeping the soul for a long time is still against the law of heaven." The master of Penglai Temple sighed repeatedly, "I'm afraid this person also paid a heavy price!"
Ye Banlan lowered her eyelashes, and her fingers hanging by her side tightened little by little.
For the future of China, Han Yunsheng paid too high a price.
Her feeling of uneasiness was not wrong. Her teacher, Imperial Master Han Yunsheng, might... really not be able to come back.
What made Ye Banlan feel that her heart was so heavy that she could hardly breathe was that in this world, even if she walked back along the past road, she could not find any trace of Han Yun Sheng.
Bones shattered into sand, souls shattered.
"Thanks to A Lan for bringing the Mingyue Order back." After hearing this, Xingyue was also frightened, "If it was really taken away by people from the Nanming Principality, and their strange people discovered Shen Xiang's soul, the consequences would be disastrous. ." "It's extremely, extremely. "Penglai Guanzhu touched his beard, "But I think Shen Xiang's soul is very weak and has exhausted its power. It must be nourished as soon as possible, otherwise once the power disappears completely, Shen Xiang's soul will no longer exist."
Ye turned the tide and clasped his fists: "It's up to you to watch."
"Hey, what little friend Ye said, how can this be considered useful?" Penglai Temple Master waved his hand, "I am from China, of course I must do my best for China."
"Old man, how long will it take to nourish Shen Xiang's soul before it can be completely restored?" Xingyue was a little curious, "Do you need me to prepare any magic weapons?"
"It's necessary, it's very necessary." Penglai Guanzhu sighed again, "Actually, if there is a summoning flag, there is no need to go to such trouble."
The God-recruiting flag also attracts the power of heaven and earth, and the soul also comes from here, so the God-recruiting flag can replenish the power of the soul in an instant.
"Since Dinghaizhu has appeared in the world, I believe that the Zhao Shen Banner and Vajra Shield will appear sooner or later." Ye Banlan smiled faintly, "Because I always believe in the group of people three hundred years ago."
Hearing these words, Yan Tingfeng's eyelashes twitched slightly.
"What you said makes sense, little friend Ye." Penglai Temple Master's expression became slightly solemn, "I'd better set up a formation first to ensure that Shen Xiang's soul can be restored to the maximum extent."
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Penglai Temple is located under Penglai Mountain. Many pilgrims come here every day to burn incense and make offerings.
The liveliness in front of the temple is in sharp contrast with the deserted mountain. It is difficult to imagine that this mountain shrouded in mist is Penglai Mountain, which once looked like a fairyland.
Ye Banglan and Yan Tingfeng arrived at the foot of the mountain.
"The power of the formation here is slowly weakening." Ye Banlan squatted down, bit his fingertips, and dripped a drop of blood into it, "I don't know why the Saint of Penglai activated the mountain protection formation three hundred years ago. But now that it’s started, it makes sense.”
Yan Tingfeng chuckled and nodded: "Xiao Wan is ready to strengthen this formation?"
"Yes." Ye Banlan said, "But before that, we need to go into the mountains to explore. I think there must be something important left behind."
In fact, even Yan Tingfeng didn't know what the Penglai Saint Yuezheng left behind.
Because while Yue Zheng and Xing Yun were holding back the invading army, he and Rong Shi were also preparing for the big formation non-stop.
Yan Tingfeng let out a gentle breath and watched Ye Wanlan enter the weakest part of the formation. He raised his feet and followed closely.
"Shua——"
In an instant, the fog dispersed and it suddenly became clear.
It is not as desolate as the outside world sees it, nor is it black and gray.
Birds singing and flowers fragrant, lush green, small bridges and flowing water, it is a paradise.
Ye Banglan was slightly startled.
The flowers are similar year after year, and the scenery and things here are not much different from those three hundred years ago.
Stepping here, you will know what the Penglai Wonderland described in the book looks like.
"So that's it." Ye Puanlan said, "The mountain-protecting formation not only prevents outsiders from coming in, but also creates illusions to confuse outsiders' senses."
Yan Tingfeng hummed: "It must be the same in Beiming Mountain."
The two then walked forward.
This is the bottom of Penglai Mountain, and the top of the mountain is where Penglai disciples practice daily.
Fairy mist lingers and water vapor fills the air.
A faint voice fell at this moment, with a sense of sadness.
"Your Highness, you are still here..." (End of Chapter)