The Ming Dynasty took an unconventional approach

Pan Jun was a person who listened to advice. She thought about what Mu Ang said and realized that there was only so much she could do if she went to Beijing again at this time.

She had done everything she could before leaving Beijing.

If he went to Beijing again, he could only wait quietly and provoke and threaten Wang Zhen and others from time to time.

But she didn't have to go to Beijing for this kind of thing, because her second senior brother and Xue Shao could also do it.

This was her rational thought, but emotionally, she still wanted to go back to Beijing to see her father.

Miao Zhen knew her dilemma and said, "Just tell me your fortune."

She said: "When both are acceptable, let God decide."

Miao Zhen took out three copper coins and handed them to Pan Yun: "Shake the six yao."

Pan Yun took the copper coin and said, "Leave it to God? I rarely do such things."

Having said that, she shook the ball at a fast speed, closed her eyes, prayed, and then dropped the coin.

Miao Zhen took a quick look and arranged the three coins, his face solemn: "Kan Gua, Xi Kan, there is faith, the heart is prosperous, and there is honor in action. In the sixth line, the hexagram says: Coming to Kan, Kan is dangerous and a pillow, entering the Kan is a nest, do not use it."

Miao Zhen said: "This is an ominous omen."

Pan Jun didn't need her to interpret it at all. She knew it was bad as soon as the hexagram came out, but she didn't expect it to be so bad.

So she asked directly: "Is there a way to crack it?"

Miao Zhen: "Yes, just don't go to Beijing."

Pan Yun: "Saying it is the same as not saying it."

Miaozhen put the copper coins away and was about to put them into her bag when she remembered something and looked up at Pan Yun's face.

Seeing that she was looking at it seriously, Pan Yun touched his face and asked, "What's on my face?"

"Nothing," Miao Zhen frowned and said, "Little Master Uncle has reached a higher level of cultivation now, so it is difficult for me to predict your fortune, but I remember that when I first met you, I looked at your face carefully."

"You have bad luck, your kinship is weak, and you are separated from your parents. If you force yourself to stay together, it will be even worse for your fortune."

Pan Jun raised his eyebrows: "You mean, I am unlucky for my father?"

Miao Zhen shook her head: "It's not that they are incompatible, but some people are not suitable for being together often. Those who are often together will gradually have quarrels and rifts, which will damage their fortunes."

Pan Yun murmured: "You are not the first person to say this. If it is not me who is unlucky for my father, then it is my father who is unlucky for me!"

Miaozhen:......

The more Pan Yun thought about it, the more he felt it made sense: "No wonder I was able to practice as soon as I separated from my father, and the more I practiced, the better I got."

Miao Zhen said quickly: "Uncle Junior, we are serious Taoists and we don't believe in feudal superstition. The issue between you and Master Pan is not about who is the nemesis of the other, but it is fate that makes it so that you are not suitable to be together.

Especially when you are young, as you get older, this may get better.”

Pan Jun waved her hand and said, "Who would want to live with him when he grows up?"

She doesn't think about it now. She is just worried about her father. She hasn't seen him for three years and she misses him very much.

Pan Yun frowned and thought: "If we don't go to Beijing, where should we go after leaving Yunnan?"

Miao Zhen: "Isn't the academy about to start? And this year's entrance examination for the certificate of ordination is at the end of March. If we can make it in time, we have to go back to Guangxin Prefecture to take the exam, right?"

Pan Yun sighed heavily: "I just want to find a good place to receive news from the capital faster, right?"

She looked up and said with regret: "Yunnan is still too remote. Even if there are birds delivering letters, the speed is still too slow."

Miao Zhen also complained: "It's still slow."

Pan Yun: “That’s right.”

Miao Zhen came over and asked, "Master Junior, when can we set off?"

"It will be soon. Although Mu Xi's physique is not good, his brain is still okay. In addition, he is an adult and has self-discipline. Now he can grasp his own consciousness." Pan Jun counted on his fingers and said, "In seven days at most, I can let him control the insects."

In fact, it was even faster because Pan Yun was so experienced.

In her previous life, when she was in school, some of her classmates just couldn't develop their mental strength, so the teachers would take action and personally guide them with their consciousness.

As a top student, she would also be asked for advice and naturally helped out.

For them, this is just like holding a pen and giving people math formulas to solve a problem.

However, Mu Xi didn't trust him enough and was unwilling to let go of his consciousness, so she spent a day and a night to capture his consciousness and walk it around his body, and also took him to learn about the Niwan Palace.

He didn't let him go until Mu Xi was sweating profusely and his face turned pale.

Looking at Mu Xi who had a splitting headache, Pan Yun looked down on him and said, "Don't lie to me. Have you really seen your Niwan Palace clearly?"

Mu Xi nodded with a headache: "I saw it, although it was blurry, but I did see a sea of ​​fields. I think that is the Niwan Palace that Taoist Pan mentioned."

Pan Yun nodded reluctantly: "That's right, just remember the feeling at that time, and next time you practice, just focus on your consciousness and practice like this."

Mu Xisheng was helpless: "Is it so painful to practice consciousness?"

"No, practicing spiritual consciousness is a very comfortable thing. You feel pain today because you need someone to guide you. When you master the spiritual cultivation method and practice on your own, you will feel like you are floating in the air."

Pan Yun paused and said, "If you feel pain, then congratulations, your spirit may have improved and you are about to advance, so you feel pain."

Mu Xi: "What's another possibility?"

"Don't even think about the other possibility," Pan Yun said. "With your current physical condition, if it were another situation, you would die instantly. Since you'll die immediately, there's no point in thinking too much."

Mu Xi was stunned: "Although it's useless to think too much, I also want to know what's going on."

"It's like being possessed by a demon.

Mu Xi: "Is there any way to avoid it?"

Pan Yun: "Don't do shameful things, don't rush."

Mu Xi: "Just these two?"

Pan Yun nodded: "Just these two."

Mu Xi seemed to be thinking about something. When he saw Pan Yun getting up to leave, he asked hurriedly, "I heard that Lin'er is also practicing this method. How is he doing?"

Pan Jun looked at him with a complicated expression: "He is much stronger than you. He regained his consciousness in just two quarters of an hour."

Mu Xi's eyes widened: "How is this possible?"

"What's impossible?" Pan Jun said unhappily, "He trusts me, has a decent comprehension, and good aptitude. If I take him out once, he'll learn it. He's nothing like you..."

Pan Yun held his stomach in pain and said weakly, "No, I'm starving to death."

After saying that, he turned and left to eat.

Mu Lin sat cross-legged on a stone bench in the yard, bathing in the moonlight, palms facing the sky, practicing meditation.

Pan Jun glanced at him, did not disturb him, and quickly ran back to the yard, holding her stomach, to find something to eat.

There is a small kitchen in the guest house.

Ever since they knew Pan Yun could save Mu Xi, the Mu family treated them very well, providing them with the best ingredients. The kitchen was also equipped with several chefs and cooks, who prepared hot water twelve hours a day. Even if there was no food, there would be snacks. Pan Yun rushed directly into the small kitchen, picked up the pot lid and looked for food.

As the lid of the big pot was opened, hot steam filled the air. There was a rack in the pot, and five dishes were placed on the rack.

Pan Jun's eyes widened. He immediately put down the lid and took out the dishes.

The maid who was on duty in the small room next door heard the sound and came over. When she saw Pan Yun, she immediately stepped forward to help: "Master Pan, I'll bring it to the dining room for you."

Pan Yun was planning to eat in the kitchen, but when she saw the little maid, she waved, "No need to bother, just serve me a bowl of rice."

Pan Yun put all five dishes on the stove and asked, "Is there any more rice?"

The little girl was stunned for a moment and then nodded repeatedly: "Yes, yes, Taoist Wang specifically told us that Taoist Pan would be hungry when he came back at night, so he asked us to cook more rice and keep it on the stove with charcoal."

The meal was still hot and Pan Jun was very satisfied.

She simply filled a bowl with rice, grabbed a pair of chopsticks and started eating.

When Li Wenying came over, half of her head was buried in the rice bowl.

He stood at the kitchen door and watched quietly for a while. When he saw her finally look up and mix the minced meat and eggplant into the rice to eat together, he couldn't help but sigh and said, "If you are like this, anyone who sees you will think that the Mu family treats you unfairly and doesn't even let you eat enough."

The maid who was boiling water for Pan Yun turned pale when she heard this. She fell to her knees and kowtowed repeatedly: "It is my fault for not taking good care of you. Please spare me, Taoist priest, and don't tell the steward."

Pan Yun glared at Li Wenying, holding the rice bowl and chopsticks in one hand, and pulled the little maid up with the other hand: "Don't be afraid, we won't complain, he just has a bad mouth and likes to tease me, it has nothing to do with you."

The little maid calmed down a little, but still timidly raised her head and glanced at Li Wenying quickly.

Li Wenying touched her nose awkwardly, and nodded under Pan Yun's glare, "Don't worry, I won't complain."

Pan Yun and the little maid said, "Please boil some water. I need to drink some later."

The little maid breathed a sigh of relief, nodded repeatedly in agreement, and squatted in front of the stove to light the fire.

After Pan Yun ate several mouthfuls of rice, his stomach felt alive and he became unwilling to stand.

Put all the dishes on the small table in the kitchen, pull over a stool and sit down to eat.

Li Wenying also took a stool and sat opposite her, supporting her chin and watching her eat.

"You left at 7:00 pm and came back after 7:00 pm. It's been over six hours. How come you're busier than when you were rescuing Mu Xi two days ago?"

Pan Yun picked up a chicken leg, grabbed it with his hands, and tore off a large piece of meat with his mouth, saying vaguely: "We have to go back to take the test for the certificate of ordination, so we have to cure the patient quickly and leave..."

Li Wenying was surprised: "You want to take the test for ordination?"

The maidservant scooped out the boiled water, added some cold boiled water, and brought it to Pan Yun when it was just the right temperature.

Pan Yun took a sip of warm water to soothe his throat and then said, "What's so strange about me taking the test? As a Taoist priest, who doesn't want to take the test?"

Li Wenying couldn't help but tap her knees: "Do you know how difficult it is to pass the test? You have a ready-made shortcut here, why don't you use it?"

Pan Yun knew that the shortcut he was talking about was Mu Ang. She raised her chin and said proudly, "If others can pass the exam, then I can too. It's just a certificate of ordination. I can pass it with my own ability."

Li Wenying looked at her steadily, smiled after a moment, and nodded, "You have ambition, very good."

He leaned back, right against the kitchen door, crossed his legs and said leisurely, "Okay, I'll go to Guangxin Prefecture to take the exam this year. If I pass, I'll be qualified to take the exam. I'll take the exam again next year. If nothing unexpected happens, I can go to the capital to take the exam for the certificate of ordination the year after."

Pan Yun paused for a moment and looked up, "If there are no accidents? How can there be any accidents in the test for the certificate of ordination?"

Li Wenying chuckled, "Do you think our Daoluosi exam is the imperial examination, held every three years and on time?"

"Do you know how many years have passed between the last certificate exam and the one before that?"

Pan Jun clenched his chopsticks tightly: "How many years?"

Li Wenying held up four fingers: "Four years."

Pan Yun breathed a sigh of relief.

Li Wenying smiled at her, "Do you know how many years the longest interval between the examinations for the certificate of ordination was?"

Pan Yunxin had a bad feeling: "How many years?"

Li Wenying: "In the seventh year, during the Xuande reign, there was a proposal in the court to ordain monks and Taoists once every ten years."

Pan Yun was stunned: "Then, if I take the exam when I'm over the age limit, wouldn't that mean..."

"That's right. If the exam is held every ten years, and one is late in getting the hang of it, or fails the first time, one will be punished with a stick if he tries the exam again. We were lucky. Emperor Xuanzong worshipped Taoism and was called Changchun Zhenren, so the matter was left unresolved. Otherwise, you and I would have both been punished with a stick if we took the exam for the certificate of ordination."

Pan Yun came back to his senses and immediately said, "If you want to beat me with a stick, I won't necessarily do that. With my talent and knowledge, I will definitely get through it in one go."

Li Wenying was happy for her.

Pan Yun frowned: "What are you happy about?"

Li Wenying asked happily: "Do you think the imperial examination is fair?"

Pan Jun said seriously: "Of course it's fair!"

Li Wenying snorted, "Okay, even if it is fair, let me tell you, the Dudi Examination is completely different from the Imperial Examination. If you think the Imperial Examination is fair, then the Dudi Examination is a hundred times worse than it. If you think the Imperial Examination is unfair, it is still a hundred times worse than it."

Pan Yun frowned: "What does this mean? If it is so unfair, why didn't the Taoist priests report it and make changes?"

"Why do we need to revise it?" Li Wenying asked, "It seems unfair, but it is the fairest thing in the world."

Pan Yun looked at him silently: "Can you speak human language?"

Li Wenying said: "You will know when you take the exam. I dare to assert that you will fail."

Pan Jun looked unconvinced: "I'm so powerful..."

"You are only good at cultivation, but in the test for the certificate of ordination, your cultivation is so insignificant that it can be ignored." Li Wenying said, "In my opinion, your three nephews are more qualified than you to pass the test."

Pan Jun lowered his head to eat and said vaguely, "I'll start reading when I get back."

"It's too late to cram for the exam." Li Wenying waved to the little maid who was still guarding the stove: "The water is ready, you can go down, we will put out the fire ourselves later."

The little maid bowed and left.

Li Wenying watched the maid go back to the room, closed the door, and then turned to Pan Yun and said, "Wang Zhen is a popular figure in front of the emperor. He must know a lot about the court, right?"

Pan Jun was already half full, and he slowly slowed down his eating speed: "Just say what you want to say."

"He is such a powerful person, but he still knows very little about us cultivators and our world. Do you know why?"

Pan Yun: "Information barrier?"

This was the first time Li Wenying had heard this word, but after pondering it for a while, he couldn't help but laugh: "This word is quite interesting."

He nodded and said, "Yes, it is the information barrier. There are not many people in this world who can practice. If the country wants to be stable, it must reassure the people. Therefore, for people like us, our world is not open to the public."

"Only civil and military officials at the court who have reached a certain rank can get a glimpse of the truth. Apart from them, only some well-known families and gentry know something. For people like Wang Zhen, the emperor would know nothing unless he specifically mentions him."

Pan Jun blinked: "So?"

"So you must not make mistakes. The first lesson after entering the academy is to learn the 99 rules for monks and Taoists of the Daoluo Division. Two of them are that you are not allowed to teach skills without permission or show off your magic in front of the people without permission. Do you remember?" (End of this chapter)