A master of metaphysics is farming.

"Miss Xiang!"

A voice called out from afar. Xiang He blinked a few times and looked over, and Ye Shuyao's spirit appeared.

Her eyes lit up with joy. "You're finally awake!"

"Ah."

He Suian reached out and helped her sit up. "Your health is still very poor. Why don't you rest for a few days?"

Xiang He sat up straight, stretched her arms and moved her waist, and Zhu Nan handed her a cloth bag from behind.

"No need, her matter is very simple."

She opened the cloth bag, took out a red rope and a few copper coins, and chanted as she tied a knot. Yingchun sat beside her, listening to her chanting, and felt quite at ease.

I couldn't help but move a little closer.

After Xiang He finished stringing the copper coins together with the red string, he reached out to Ye Shuyao, "Wear this on your wrist, and when you exert all your strength to rush towards the original body, you can knock Xiang Lianhua's soul out."

Obediently extending her hand, Ye Shuyao's eyes widened in surprise, "It's...it's that simple?"

"It's that simple. That body is yours, so it naturally has to carry your soul. As for the lotus, it's an outside soul and can't possibly merge into your body."

"Then, what about Xiang Lianhua...?"

With a slight flutter of her eyelashes, Xiang He looked at Ye Shuyao with dim eyes, "She is already dead, and we shouldn't force her to take over someone else's body; we should send her to the underworld, whether she is reincarnated or to bear the consequences of her karma, it is her fate."

Xiang Lianhua was already dead; she could not be forced to remain in the world any longer.

Just like Xiang He herself, she didn't know that this was her true body, and she even tried to stay in the modern world, which only led to her soul being scattered.

His expression dimmed slightly, and He Sui'an grasped her left hand. "Aren't we going to the back mountain? I'll carry you up."

The warmth seeped into the back of her hand, and Xiang He suppressed the slight sadness in her heart. A faint smile appeared on her lips as she opened her arms. "That's great, I'm too lazy to move."

He Sui'an glanced at her with a smile, then squatted down in front of her. "Xing Ji, prepare fruit tea."

"Yes."

He easily carried Xiang He on his back. Just as Ye Shuyao's soul was about to drift away, Xiang He stopped her, "Don't take off this bracelet. After you return to your original body, you will need to calm your soul for a while. Come find me when you have time, and I will recite a calming spell for you."

"Thank you, Miss Xiang!"

She excitedly disappeared from the spot, leaving only a gentle breeze rustling the leaves.

"Look how anxious she is."

He Sui'an carried her up the mountain, saying, "Xiang Lianhua will come looking for revenge, won't she?"

"If I can't find her, I'll send a ghost messenger to catch her in a bit."

"Hehe, very shrewd."

Xiang He didn't reply, but simply put her arms around his neck and looked up, saying, "The moonlight is beautiful tonight."

"Hmm," He Sui'an lifted her up slightly, "It concerns my mother, so there's no need to worry about asking. Do you know the reason?"

Xiang He's gaze faltered for a moment, then she looked down at his profile, her eyes revealing a calm composure.

"You said."

His eyes were calm. "It turns out that my mother accidentally overheard the Grand Tutor talking with Wulu back then. He wasn't the Grand Tutor yet, but the two formed an alliance during their conversation. Wulu promoted him to the position of Grand Tutor, and after he became the Grand Tutor, he would speak to the Emperor whenever Wulu made any decisions."

“I understand. It’s all for fame and fortune.” Xiang He glanced at him slightly. “So all these years of pursuit are because the Grand Tutor thinks your mother said something to you?”

"Well, but my mother didn't tell me anything, so it seems she doesn't know anything."

Both of them were very calm, as if they were talking about someone else's business.

"So, the lies your father deliberately fabricated back then were to force your mother to die."

“He knew my mother was strong-willed.” He spoke calmly without a trace of emotion, “He forced my mother to her death and then tried to kill me. Fame and fortune were more important to him than family ties.”

Yes, knowing that this is his own child, he would rather force his aunt to her death and exterminate the bloodline. He is inhuman.

"What about the Grand Tutor? I didn't see him in the imperial prison. Does the Emperor not know about his affairs?"

Since He Sui'an already knew, the official in charge should have reported it.

With steady steps, they were about to reach the summit during their conversation.

He Suian raised her eyes slightly and said, "Strip him of his position as Grand Tutor, his clan for three generations shall not be allowed to serve as officials, he shall not be allowed to enter the capital, and he shall not be allowed to attend school."

Xiang He's mouth dropped open as she listened. "For someone who values ​​fame and fortune so much, this outcome is worse than beheading."

He Maode's painstakingly cultivated He Yuncheng, as well as his main family and collateral branches, were all forbidden from taking the imperial examinations, whether in literature or martial arts. This was a truly cruel move for He Maode, who wanted to expand his family.

"This emperor... is quite knowledgeable."

Seeing his flustered state today, and how he always put Xiang He's advice first, I never expected him to be such a good decision-maker.

"The ruler of a country is not someone you can scheme against."

Xiang He pouted, "Didn't the emperor announce this matter?"

"Only issue a partial proclamation. After all, the Grand Tutor is the Emperor's mentor, and the royal family's reputation must be maintained."

"Too."

They had already reached the mountaintop when they started talking.

He Suian carefully put her down. As soon as Xiang He stood up, Yingchun grabbed her wrist anxiously.

Xiang He reached out and gently patted the back of her hand. "Don't worry, I'll summon the mountain god right now."

She handed the large umbrella to He Suian, and made a hand seal in front of her, saying, "Xiang He, the thirteenth generation disciple of Shanqing Temple, requests an audience with the Mountain God, Shan Di."

On the quiet mountaintop, a gentle breeze occasionally blew by. Yingchun looked around nervously, when suddenly a gust of wind blew in her face, and a misty figure appeared.

Yingchun's legs trembled, and she suddenly knelt down, prostrating herself, "Yingchun respectfully welcomes Your Excellency..."

As the figure gradually appeared before him, He Sui'an saw the mountain god for the first time and was surprised to find that he was a handsome and dashing man.

The ram nodded slightly to He, then bent down and touched Yingchun's head with its fingers. Yingchun instantly transformed back into its original form, flapping its wings and landing on the ram's shoulder.

"Thank you very much, Master Dao. You've gone to a lot of trouble."

His gaze swept across the black crow, his eyes softening with a gentle light. "This crow is an auspicious sign, a lucky omen."

Black Crow's eyes darted around. "What does the Mountain God mean?"

“You’ll know in time,” Shan Di said, turning his back to the group. “I must not leave the mountain for too long. From now on, if anything happens, have Ying Chun report it to me.”

Xiang He stepped forward to stand beside him, "Are my family members alright?"

"Everything is fine, and things are returning to normal."

Upon hearing the good news from home, Xiang He immediately felt relieved. "Mountain God, please take care."

The mountain ram turned its head and met his gaze. "Your body has merged with the soul, so it seems you know the whole story of cause and effect."

"Well, we'll see each other again sometime in the future."

The mountain ram said nothing more, then flicked its sleeve and vanished.

The mountaintop, no longer shrouded in mist, did not appear deserted.

After seeing the mountain god off, Xiang He took out some incense from his cloth bag and lit it.

He Suian was always amazed when he saw her do this.

He stuck the incense stick into the ground and silently recited a few words to He, "...I beg the ghost messenger Song He to come from afar to meet me."

"Why must we see Song He? Can't we see other ghost messengers?" He draped a garment over Xiang He's shoulder and tied the rope around her neck. "I remember Song He is also near Xiangjia Village, isn't he?"

"Yes, there are some things I want to ask him."

Xiang He took the large umbrella and waited quietly for the ghost messenger to arrive.

A short while later, a black vortex suddenly appeared, and Song He walked out from inside. "Daoist, it's been a long time."

"It's been many days. Tonight, I'd like to trouble you to send one of my souls to the underworld. I also have another question to ask you."

"Taoist Master, please speak."

"Last year, you took Xiang He's soul to the underworld. Did she get reincarnated?"