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"Old man, why are you so startled?" Xingyue was startled and covered her ears. "How old are you? Why are you still acting like this?"

The master of Penglai Temple was not in the mood to argue with Xingyue at the moment. He stepped forward quickly and said, "Old... I saw the soul of a woman in here!"

As soon as these words were spoken, Yan Tingfeng suddenly opened his eyes and his gaze fell on Mingyue Ling.

Although both Beiming magic and Penglai magic originated from Shenzhou Taoism and have the same origin, they are actually used completely differently.

Penglai magic can see "life", while Beiming magic can see "death".

Life and death are black and white, complete opposites.

Therefore, the master of Penglai Temple could see that there was the soul of the female Shen Mingshu in this Mingyue Order, but he could not see it.

"It seems like there really is a breath of soul." Xingyue scratched his head, "But I still can't tell whose soul it is."

"Hiss... I looked at it carefully again. This official uniform is the prime minister's uniform during the Ning Dynasty!" The master of Penglai Temple felt dizzy.
Xingyue blurted out: "Then isn't it Shen Xiang's soul that lives in this jade?!"

“Master, you have a good eye.” Ye Wanlan looked calm, smiling and raising his eyebrows, “I only saw that there seemed to be a soul in here, but I don’t know whose it belongs to, so I thought of bringing it here.”

"It's incredible!" The master of Penglai Temple pulled his beard and couldn't help but take a breath, "I didn't expect that Prime Minister Shen's soul could be preserved so completely."

Of course the soul really exists, but the name was given by the magicians.

From a scientific point of view, a person does not completely disappear after death, but the particles that make up the person change.

Since there is life, there must be death.

When a new soul is born, the old soul should return to the world.

The so-called reincarnation does not actually refer to a soul being reincarnated repeatedly.

Because once the soul dissipates, it becomes one with the heaven and earth. Even though a new soul is also born from the heaven and earth, it has nothing in common with 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 a person dies, the soul can still stay in the world for a while, but only for seven days at most."

This is also the origin of the so-called "first seven days".

Psychics will also conduct psychic communication within these seven days to ask the deceased about his or her past.

However, if it exceeds seven days, the spiritual ceremony can continue, but the spiritualist needs to have enough spiritual power to retain the soul of the deceased during the spiritual ceremony.

"I know this." Ye Wanlan nodded, "After seven days, the soul will gradually dissipate and return to chaos."

"That's right." The beard of the master of Penglai Temple was shaking. "So someone was able to keep Prime Minister Shen's soul in the Mingyue Order. This person is not only far-sighted, but also has a very high level of cultivation!"

Yan Tingfeng narrowed his eyes slightly and quickly searched for someone who matched the description in his mind.

Finally, it settled on a name——

The Imperial Tutor of Daning, with the voice of cold clouds.

"However, keeping the soul for a long time is still against the will of heaven." The master of Penglai Temple sighed repeatedly, "I'm afraid this person has also paid a huge price!"

Ye Wanlan's eyelashes drooped, and the fingers hanging by his side tightened little by little.

For the future of Shenzhou, Han Yunsheng paid too high a price.

Her feeling of uneasiness was not wrong. Her teacher, Imperial Master Han Yunsheng, might... never come back.

What made Ye Wanlan feel even more heart-suffocating was that, in this world, even if she went back along the same path, she could not find any trace of Han Yunsheng.

Bones turned to sand, souls shattered.

"It's all thanks to A Lan that he brought back the Mingyue Order." After hearing this, Xingyue was still frightened, "If it was really taken away by the people of the Southern Ming Principality, and their strange people discovered Shen Xiang's soul, the consequences would be disastrous." "That's right." The master of Penglai Temple stroked his beard, "But I think Shen Xiang's soul is very weak and his strength is exhausted. He must be nourished as soon as possible, otherwise once the strength is completely gone, Shen Xiang's soul will no longer exist."

Ye Wanlan clasped his fists and said, "Thank you, Master."

"Alas, what did you say, young friend Ye? How can this be considered as a favor?" The master of Penglai Temple waved his hand, "I am a native of Shenzhou, so of course I must do my best for Shenzhou."

"Old man, how long will it take for Shen Xiang's soul to fully recover?" Xingyue was a little curious, "Do you need me to prepare some magic tools?"

"Yes, very much so." The Penglai Temple Master sighed again, "In fact, if we had the Divine Summoning Banner, we wouldn't have to go through so much trouble."

The God Summoning Banner summons the power of heaven and earth, and the soul also originates from here, so the God Summoning Banner can replenish the power of the soul in an instant.

“Since Dinghaizhu has appeared in the world, then the Summoning God Banner and the Vajra Shield will surely appear sooner or later.” Ye Wanlan smiled faintly, “Because I always believe in the group of people from three hundred years ago.”

Hearing this, Yan Tingfeng's eyelashes twitched slightly.

"Young friend Ye, what you said makes sense." The Penglai Temple Master's expression became slightly serious, "I'd better set up a formation first to ensure that Shen Xiang's soul can be restored to the greatest extent possible."

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Penglai Temple is located at the foot of Penglai Mountain, and many pilgrims come here every day to burn incense and offer sacrifices.

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The bustle in front of the temple forms a sharp contrast with the desolation in the mountain. It is hard to imagine that this mountain shrouded in mist is the Penglai Mountain that was once like a fairyland.

Ye Wanlan and Yan Tingfeng arrived at the foot of the mountain.

"The power of the formation here is slowly weakening." Ye Wanlan squatted down, bit his fingertips, and dripped a drop of blood into it. "I don't know why the Penglai Saint activated the mountain protection formation three hundred years ago, but since it was activated, it means there is a certain reason."

Yan Tingfeng chuckled and nodded: "Xiao Wan is going to reinforce this formation?"

"Yes." Ye Wanlan said, "But before that, we need to go into the mountain and explore. I think there must be something important left behind."

In fact, even Yan Tingfeng didn't know what the Penglai Saint Yue Zheng left behind.

Because while Yue Zheng and Xing Yun were holding back the invading army with their own bodies, he and Rong Shi were also working non-stop to prepare the formation.

Yan Tingfeng let out a breath lightly and watched Ye Wanlan enter the weakest point of the formation. He raised his foot and followed closely behind.

"Shh-"

In an instant, the fog dissipated and everything became clear.

It is not as desolate as outsiders see it, nor is it black and gray.

Birds singing, flowers blooming, lush greenery, flowing water, small bridges, a paradise on earth.

Ye Banglan was slightly startled.

The flowers are the same every year, and the scenery and objects here are not much different from three hundred years ago.

Once you step in here, you will know what the Penglai fairyland described in the book looks like.

“So that’s how it is.” Ye Wanlan said, “The mountain protection formation not only prevents outsiders from coming in, but also creates an illusion to confuse outsiders’ senses.”

Yan Tingfeng hummed: "I guess it's the same in Beiming Mountain."

The two then walked forward.

This is the bottom of Mount Penglai, and the top of the mountain is where the Penglai disciples practice daily.

Fairy mist and water vapor are everywhere.

A faint voice sounded at this moment, with a sense of melancholy.

"Your Highness, you finally came..." (End of this chapter)