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Miao Zhen was surprised: "How did Junior Master find out?"

Pan Jun: "Hehehe, look at Zhang Ziwang practicing..."

Pan Jun paused here, as if thinking about something, and murmured: "He is not on guard, but he may have done it on purpose..."

Regardless of whether he did it intentionally or not, Pan Jun shook his head and got rid of him from his mind, and asked Miao and Yan Bai: "Have you learned the recipe for the elixir that stabilizes the soul?"

They both shook their heads.

Tao Yanbai said: "I never thought about practicing Taoism before. The recipes I learned were all for curing diseases and detoxifying."

Miao He: "I haven't learned it yet. Master said that the recipe for stabilizing the soul requires not only cultivation, but I can't comprehend it with my current ability."

Pan Yun said with regret: "It's a pity that you can't earn this money."

When Miao He heard this, he immediately squeezed in and sat next to Pan Yun: "Little Master, whose money are you making?"

"Master Zhang of Daguan Academy," Pan Yun said, "He was punished by the thunder whip, so he must need a pill to stabilize his soul."

Miao He rolled his eyes and said, "It's not that I can't learn. I'll go find my brothers and sisters from Tai Su Yuan tomorrow."

Miao Zhen: "If the disciples of Taisu Academy knew how to make this elixir, would Dean Zhang still need to buy it from you?"

Pan Yun and Miao He looked at each other. Yes, how could they forget this?
Pan Yun patted her shoulder regretfully: "It's okay, Junior Master will find another way for you to make money."

Although they could not earn the money, Miaohe and Tao Yanbai kept the elixir that could stabilize the soul in mind. When they went to class the next day, they asked their seniors about the recipe.

Unexpectedly, the senior brothers and sisters in Tai Su Academy also couldn't refine this elixir.

"Soul-Fixing Pills are difficult to make, but Soul-Fixing Soup is not. If your mind is unstable, you can use the Soul-Treating Soup first. If it is serious and the Soul-Treating Soup doesn't work, try the Soul-Fixing Soup."

Miao He immediately asked, "Sister, do you know the prescription?"

"I know." The senior sister did not hide anything and directly wrote the recipe of the Soul-Fixing Soup to her. She also said, "The dosage and potency of the medicine vary depending on the year of the medicine. You have to make it based on the patient's condition."

Miao He agreed repeatedly. She was asking about the third-year senior sister, and murmured, "I wonder if the fourth-year senior sister can practice the Soul-Fixing Pill..."

"Difficult," Hearing her muttering, the senior sister said, "This Soul Solidifying Pill not only requires cultivation, but also the state of mind of the pill master. It must be peaceful and quiet to have a chance of success, so there are very few people who can learn this pill recipe."

Even though Taisu Academy teaches everything, in fact only a few students can learn it all in the end. Most of them choose to specialize in one or two areas they are good at.

After you get out, even if you fail to pass the exam to become a Taoist priest, you can still be a traveling Taoist doctor, specializing in treating one or two diseases. It can also be considered a skill and you won't starve to death.

When Miaohe heard that the Soul-Fixing Pill was so difficult to make, he became even more interested. While studying hard, he began to look for the recipe of the Soul-Fixing Pill everywhere.

Pan Yun attended classes while going to Doumu Hall to receive punishment. Every day when Zhang Ziwang came to the hall to meditate, she would also put down her broom and rag and sit on another cushion to practice.

Pan Xiaohei felt something and stopped wandering around while she was meditating. He just lay quietly in the corner of the temple door.

Zhang Ziwang looked at her calm body, his heart fluctuating for a moment, but he finally suppressed it and recited the Heart Cleansing Mantra twice before he calmed down and entered into meditation again.

For five days, Pan Xiaohei was very happy. But when he saw Pan Yun was going down the mountain to visit the market instead of taking the time to practice, he immediately became dissatisfied: "Your cultivation has just recovered a little, why don't you go?"

Pan Yun: "It's not that I'm not going, I'll go after I come back from the mountain in the afternoon."

"It's ok that we only have half an hour of meditation time during class, but now that we have a day off, why don't we practice more?"

Pan Jun: "... Pan Xiaohei, don't go too far. Do you understand the principle of combining work with rest? Don't act like I'm lazy. I meditate in my room every morning and evening. I practice for no less than five hours a day!" Pan Xiaohei sneered: "Who said that practicing for less than eight hours a day is equivalent to not learning at all?"

Pan Yun said indifferently: "Including the seven hours of class, when has my daily practice time ever been less than eight hours?"

Pan Yun narrowed his eyes and said, "You are so concerned about whether I go to the Doumu Temple to practice, is it because it is beneficial for you for me to practice in the Doumu Temple?"

Pan Xiaohei stiffened his neck and said, "It's good for you, and it's good for you too. Don't you feel that your soul has become more solid?"

Pan Jun shook his head: "I don't feel anything."

After a pause, he said, "I feel that my sleep has improved a lot recently. Every night after meditating, I fall asleep as soon as I touch the pillow."

Pan Xiaohei said: "This is the benefit of solidifying the soul."

Pan Yun stroked her chin thoughtfully. Hongyan also raised her head and rolled the golden hairpin that Xiaohong was resting on in front of her.

Pan Yun picked up the golden hairpin and said, "You and I are thinking the same thing. I just wonder if Dou Mu Yuan Jun would mind if ghosts enter the palace?"

Hongyan raised her pretty face and said, "Try it?"

Pan Yun: “Try it.”

Pan Yun decided not to sleep at night and go to Dou Mu Temple to practice.

Pan Xiaohei: ...

It felt sour in its heart: "You are willing to do it for her."

Pan Yun: "...Why are you jealous of them? They are leaving tomorrow. Xiaohong still can't remember where her home is. What's wrong with me asking her to strengthen her soul so that she can remember where she came from as soon as possible?"

Pan Xiaohei still felt sad.

So Pan Yun took it up with her at night.

The Dou Mu Temple was very quiet at night. Pan Jun had searched the inside and outside of the Dou Mu Temple in the past few days and could walk in with his eyes closed, so he pushed open the door in the dark and slipped in smoothly.

The night watchman's room in Doumu Temple is in a small room on the side of the entrance, a long distance away from the main hall.

When Pan Yun passed by, he casually pasted a talisman on the door, and then slipped into the Dou Mu Temple with three others.

Pan Jun quietly closed the door, looked up at Dou Mu Yuan Jun, bowed respectfully first, silently recited the word "sorry" several times, and then called out Xiaohong from the golden hairpin.

Pan Yun, the cat and the fox looked at her eagerly: "How is it, do you feel it?"

Xiaohong floated tentatively and became happy: "I was not rejected."

Pan Yun exhaled and sat cross-legged on the futon: "Okay, let's practice."

Pan Yun practiced in the Dou Mu Hall for a whole night. In a space invisible to the world, the hall was filled with colorful rays of light. A ghost, a cat, and a fox lay beside her, surrounding her in a circle, rubbing against the rays of light she attracted.

The rays of light fell on them, allowing them to enter a deep state of meditation. Every breath they took became natural. Even Pan Yun fell asleep, his spirit becoming more and more solid without them noticing.

At dawn the next day, Pan Yun woke up from her meditation, wiped her face, immediately stuffed the golden hairpin into her arms, rolled up the black cat and the fox, and slipped out of the hall.

She had just taken a few steps when she realized that the yellow talisman on the gatehouse had been peeled off. She paused, immediately jumped onto the wall with two steps, and ran away. (End of this chapter)