Chapter 42 Him

With a deep breath and entering a state of meditation, Pan Yun slowly guided the spiritual energy entering his body to combine with his own vital energy. He performed the exercises according to the Kun Yuan Gong method and only took a small section. As expected, it did not dissipate, but formed a ring, passing through the Niwan Palace and then slowly fell into the Dantian along the meridians.

The Qi formed by the combination of spiritual energy and vital energy was much thicker. After falling on her Dantian, a thin layer of Qi appeared in her empty Dantian.

Pan Yun became excited and continued to practice...

Finally she came out of meditation because she was too hungry.

She opened her eyes and saw darkness in front of her. She blinked and after getting used to the darkness, she saw the hazy moonlight coming in through the window. Only then did she realize that she had been practicing for most of the day.

She opened the door quietly and went to the kitchen.

There was a little light in the kitchen.

She pushed the door open and found that it was a spark preserved by the charcoal in the stove.

She lit the light and lifted the lid of the pot. There was a layer of steamers stacked inside, with steamed buns and vegetables neatly stacked on top, and water underneath. Because there was always charcoal in the stove, the food was warm.

Miaohe posted a message for her next to it, saying that the food was specially reserved for her.

Pan Jun was so touched that he even remembered to save food for her.

The night was too quiet, with only a single moon in the sky. Pan Jun walked out of the kitchen after dinner and looked at it, and couldn't help but walk forward along the moonlight...

"Meow——" A shrill cat cry sounded, and Pan Jun came back to her senses instantly. She looked down and found that she was already standing on the edge of a cliff. In front of her was a dark, bottomless cliff.

Pan Jun broke out in a cold sweat, took two steps back, reached out to catch the black cat that bounced up, and looked around warily.

"What is this? A ghost or a mountain spirit?"

The breeze blew around, and nothing answered Pan Yun's words, and Pan Yun could not see anything unusual at all.

Pan Yun stood there for a while, decided not to bother with it, and turned around and went back to the house.

She placed the black cat on the bedside and said to it, "Well done, I'll reward you with more spiritual energy tomorrow."

"Meow—I prefer merit."

"I'll get it for you when I get the chance to come out." Isn't that just doing a good deed?

She is a good person and loves to do good things.

Because Pan Xiaohei saved her life, Pan Yun was particularly kind to it tonight. Pan Xiaohei also stood up and proudly walked around the house, and finally chose the top of a cabinet to make his nest.

It had long since stopped wanting to lie next to Pan Jun, but it hadn't dared to bring it up. Now it finally dared to bring it up.

Pan Yun opened the cupboard and found the cloth she had just received during the day.

She made a simple one for it and promised, "Tomorrow I will go find some clean hay and bake it for you until it smells good. Then I will put some soft cloth on it and you will feel like a cloud when you lie on it."

"Meow--"

Pan Xiaohei became excited just thinking about it.

Pan Yun picked it up, stepped on a stool and put it on top of the cabinet, touched its head and said, "But the bed is still hard tonight, so you stay up one more night, just to help me watch the door. If there are any evil spirits that dare to disturb me, you can scratch them to death."

Pan Xiaohei knew that her kindness would not be in vain, so he was not disappointed.

Pan Yun always felt uneasy. After thinking about it, she decided not to sleep. She took out her two boxes of cinnabar and started to prepare and grind it.

But how can a child stay awake all night?

No matter how interested she was, she couldn't help but drooping her eyelids as midnight approached.

She patted her face, then closed the Vermillion and held it in her arms and fell asleep.

She decided to write eight or ten talismans to ward off evil spirits the next day after mixing the cinnabar. What kind of ghost dared to scare her? !

Pan Yun gradually fell into a deep sleep, and the black cat also fell asleep unconsciously.

Pan Jun opened her eyes while holding Zhu Sha, and saw the man who looked like a mighty general looking at her with a smile.

Pan Jun was stunned, and immediately realized that she had fallen asleep and was dreaming.

So this is...she knew she was dreaming, but she still couldn't wake up?

Pan Jun was silent for a moment, but he was no longer in a hurry. Finally, he looked carefully at the adult opposite him.

If you dream about someone in one night, it means that you dream about something in the daytime; if you dream about the same person in two nights, that’s a bit interesting…

It would be even more interesting if she was in a dream and knew it was a dream but didn't wake up.

Pan Yun stared at him cautiously. Seeing that he had no intention of speaking, she tentatively called out, "Master?"

The person opposite raised an eyebrow.

Pan Yun was shocked, "Are you really my master?"

Pan Yun wanted to salute, but found that he was holding cinnabar in his arms, so he quickly put it down, then clasped his fists and bowed, "Disciple Pan Yun greets the master."

The person opposite said nothing, but the sneer on his face faded a little. Pan Jun said carefully, "Master, did you know that the senior brother accepted a new disciple for you, so you came to give a gift to your disciple?"

Him:…

Without waiting for his answer, Pan Yun shook his hands and said, "Master, you don't have to be so polite. I am already very satisfied to be able to worship under your name. You don't know that along the way, everyone said that Sanqing Mountain has beautiful scenery and full of spiritual energy. It is a place of all virtues, especially the villages at the foot of the mountain. They have been blessed by the mountain gods for many years, and their respect for you, Master, is like the endless rushing river. Blah blah blah..."

Pan Yun praised the mountain god in all aspects and did not stop until his complexion improved.

She felt a little tired, but she didn't dare to sigh. She only looked at Him with an expression of admiration and respect, and asked, "Master, did you come here to see me or to teach me the exercises?"

He just looked at Pan Yun deeply, then turned and left.

Pan Yun watched Him turn into a big crane and fly away, and was speechless for a long time. Oh God, please speak!

The next day, Pan Yun, with a pair of dark circles under his eyes, burned incense to Sanqing, Ge Xianweng and Li Shangshu with great respect. After lighting the incense, he realized, where is their master?
How could their master, the mountain god of Sanqing Mountain, not have his own tablet and stone statue?

Pan Jun was shocked and turned around to find his senior brother who was practicing sword outside the door.

"Elder brother——"

Wang Feiyin's sword moves were neither hurried nor slow. He glanced at Pan Yun and continued to practice swordplay. He found time to say, "Fifth Junior Sister, have you practiced today? Practice basic skills with Miao Zhen and the others first. I'll teach you swordplay later."

"Practice is not something that can be achieved overnight. There is no rush for this matter. What is urgent now is, Brother, why is there no tablet for our master in Sanqing Temple?"

Wang Feiyin's sword deflected and almost stabbed the ground.

He stopped, inhaled and exhaled, and after stabilizing his breath, he asked, "Why did you think of this?"

Pan Jun said with a serious face: "I dreamed of Master last night, but this morning I found that there was no tablet for Master. Do you think he was angry about this and sent me a dream?"

Wang Feiyin looked at her seriously.

Pan Jun raised her little face, her expression even more serious than his.

Wang Feiyin explained: "The master's temple is at the foot of the mountain, and is worshipped by the people around Sanqing Mountain, so there is no separate tablet on the mountain."

"That won't work. In addition to the offerings from the common people, the master should also enjoy the offerings from his disciples and grandchildren," Pan Yun said seriously, "How can we not respect the master just because he is capable and earns a lot?"

People don’t mind having too little money, so how can God mind having too many incense sticks?
Wang Feiyin couldn't find any reason to object. The key point was that he actually felt that what she said made sense. Then why didn't he set up a stone statue and tablet for the mountain god back then?
Oh, yes, because of His appearance and another folk legend.

He said tactfully: "Master may not like to show his face."

"Impossible, Master is so handsome, how could he not like to show his face?" Pan Yun paused and said, "Well, there are some handsome guys who don't want to be seen. Master doesn't like to talk, so he might be a little reserved.

Then we can carve a stone statue that looks like the Master, not just the physical form. Anyway, as long as everyone knows that the stone statue represents the Master, the incense can go directly to Him, right?"

Seeing that Wang Feiyin was still in deep thought, Pan Yun directly pulled him to the backyard, and said to him while standing at the edge of the cliff: "Brother, Master almost took me down from here to accompany Him last night because I only bowed to the heaven and earth when I became his disciple, and did not solemnly bow to the tablet of the old man."

Wang Feiyin opened his mouth wide, "Junior sister, this is not a joke, is it because it is too dark and you don't know the directions and think this is the direction back to the house..."

Pan Yun pointed at the red lantern at the side door and said, "Although that red lantern is useless and can't illuminate a small area, it is still very conspicuous in the dark. You can see it as soon as you leave the kitchen. I can recognize it.

It was true last night. I saw the beautiful moonlight, and then I was at the edge of the cliff. If it wasn’t for my dear cat calling out, what the senior brother saw today would not be me, but my soul.”

Wang Feiyin: …

Pan Yun concluded: "This is all because I didn't pay homage to my master."

Wang Feiyin was confused. "Is it possible that the master is not satisfied with you as a disciple..."

"Impossible," Pan Yun said without thinking, "I am such a genius, which master would be willing not to accept me?"

Wang Feiyin closed his mouth, waved at her and said, "Okay, go ahead, I'll take care of this matter."

Pan Yun: "How can we solve this problem? Aren't we going to make a tablet and a stone statue for our Master?"

Wang Feiyin did not answer, but just asked Pan Yun to go and play first.

Pan Yun could only walk away, looking back every few steps.

Wang Feiyin stood on the edge of the cliff and pondered for a moment. He looked at the cliff deeply and turned away.

Before noon, Wang Feiyin appeared in a robe, holding a sword and a stack of talismans in his hand.

Tao Ji, who had just returned from the alchemy room, was shocked when he saw this, "Brother, what are you doing?"

Wang Feiyin waved when he saw him, "You've come just in time. I'm going to hold a ceremony for the fast and offer sacrifices later. Come and help me."

Tao Ji: "Why is it so sudden? Don't you want to prepare carefully?"

"I've asked Pan Yun and the others to prepare."

Pan Yun and the others held wild flowers (fresh flowers), fresh spring water, vases, incense and candles, and looked at Wang Feiyin silently.

Don’t they know that these are used for fasting and offering sacrifices? Aren’t they too shabby?
　The lucky number for this chapter is the number ending in 3, as evidenced by the screenshots. The screenshot deadline is before the next chapter is updated.

　　
　
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