The host of fast travel, she always rolls over

Chapter 111 The short-lived darling of heaven (33)

Taking a look at this place, Jun Anzhi counted the time, there are still seven days before the full moon, there is still plenty of time, she can slowly prepare.

However, it is really a big problem to dig up the underground things quietly without disturbing the more than 100 people in the tent.

Jun Anzhi paused in place for a while, then retreated silently.

On the other side, the monk felt the breath of going away, and gradually let go of his heart.

That Taoist priest was indeed destined to be a nobleman of the prince's.

Only this time, the monk stopped telling Jing Zhao about the whereabouts of Daoist Wu.

He thought, since the Taoist chief doesn't want to see the prince, then he won't be that wicked person who people hate.

However, in the early morning of tomorrow, Jun Anzhi found the monk unexpectedly.

Early in the morning, after the monk had finished his morning class, he heard soldiers coming to report that someone begged to see him.

The monk was stunned for a moment, counted his fingers, and finally smiled slightly, "Your guest is coming, please hurry up."

"Yes."

Jun Anzhi was soon invited to the monk's residence.

"As a master, you have already seen the purpose of Pindao coming to you, right?" Jun Anzhi said to the monk straight to the point as soon as they met.

This monk, about three to forty years old, has a righteous face, with a faint Buddha light shining through his body. This kind of practice is not ordinary.

If you say that he can't break through the soul-gathering array in Yang's tent, Jun Anzhi doesn't really believe you.

"Calculating a little bit, the poor monk is also waiting for the Taoist priest." The monk said with a smile.

He waved back the soldiers and brought the prepared tea to her in person.

"What do you think, master?" Jun Anzhi raised his eyebrows, picked up the tea and drank it bluntly, and asked like a dumbass.

"The Taoist priest is just an old friend that the poor monk met when he was traveling, and now he is invited by the poor monk to help." The monk said very well.

"Master's style is very similar to that of my Taoist sect."

Jun Anzhi smiled in satisfaction, but fortunately the monk didn't tell her "monks don't tell lies", otherwise, she couldn't help but smash the bald donkey's dog's head off.

Then he said, "The path needs the help of the master."

Then, he told the monk about the situation in the general camp.

"Poor monk Hui'an." After listening to Jun Anzhi's words, Hui'an sang the Buddha's name and said his own Dharma name in a deep voice.

Jun An was taken aback, and said casually, "Poverty Dao Yuqing."

"What I said is very urgent. Master must do it well before the full moon."

The monk nodded. He could break the formation alone, but he would alert others and lead to death.

These days, he has been waiting for a helper.

There is an intuition in the dark that the Taoist priest will appear.

However, if no one showed up to help him on another full moon night, he would also come out to break the formation.

However, there is a high chance that he will be shattered to pieces.

When he saw the Taoist priest appear in front of him, he knew that he didn't have to fight so hard.

Although, practitioners take saving the common people as their own responsibility, and take their own life and death very lightly.

But Hui'an is not that kind of stupid practitioner, he only knows that it is necessary to practice blindly to save his life.

"I will tell the prince and let him think of a perfect plan."

When Jun An heard this, he took a serious look at Hui An.

This bald donkey is tactful and knows how to be flexible, so he immediately blamed Jing Zhao for such a brainstorming matter.

So, on this day, Jun Anzhi swaggered and sat in Hui'an's camp, waiting for him to persuade Jing Zhao.

Why do you trust this monk so much?

Because Jun Anzhi is now forced to be helpless, and Jing Zhao urgently needs to break the formation in the barracks.

Judging by Hui'an's appearance, Jun Anzhi could guess that this monk knew what the people who formed the formation here were going to do.

If it was made into a magic weapon by that person and used against him, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Because discoveries made with such an evil method must have very powerful external forces.

Using so many battle spirits to refine weapons, Jun Anzhi first had to think of a kind of soul-calling banner similar to the famous underworld.

The soul-calling banner of the underworld directly invites the ghosts of the underworld to come out to fight.

And the "spirit-calling banner" trained by people with this kind of evil is to directly control ghosts.

The most vicious method is to collect a large number of war spirits at once, and use the method of "breeding Gu" to make them kill each other to a certain extent, leaving the strongest ones.

And now the mysterious person is very likely to use this method to make the magic weapon.

Thousands of souls cannot be controlled by ordinary people, at least not by ordinary people.

Therefore, Jun Anzhi guessed that the person might have used the method of raising Gu to take the strongest battle spirits, refine them, and then use them as slaves of his magic weapon.

After seeing the monk agreeing to his terms without even thinking about it, Huian must have guessed what the people behind the scenes wanted to do.

Therefore, she was not afraid that Jing Zhao would deal with her temporarily.

Moreover, Jun Anzhi asked himself that he had never offended the future emperor in any way...

Soon Hui'an brought back the news, asking Jun Anzhi to make a move, and the prince would try his best to cooperate.

This answer satisfied her.

On the fourteenth day, before the full moon night, Jun'an took action at noon.

Because ghosts like full moon nights, those demon cultivators who do bad things also like this kind of day.

But they don't like the sun at noon.

No matter how high the ghosts are, they don't like the sun at noon very much.

At noon, when the sun was high, Jing Zhao moved the hundred or so people in the tent out of the tent early, saying that there was an urgent task at hand.

As soon as he left, Jun Anzhi commanded a team of hidden guards given by Jing Zhao to get them to work.

And the outside of the camp had already been surrounded by heavy troops sent by Jing Zhao, preventing outsiders from entering.

Seventeen is the captain of the secret guard under Jing Zhao. He received an order from the organization early in the morning to listen to the command of a Taoist priest today.

But he never thought that he led ten brothers, just listened to a Taoist priest and let himself dig the soil.

Although he had some complaints in his heart, but due to the order of the prince, he still directed his subordinates to dig down.

The digging took only an hour.

Jun Anzhi stood beside a big pit that was two meters wide and one meter deep, squinting his eyes and looking down.

Glancing at the lieutenant who had accompanied him here to watch earlier, he saw that the man had already retreated far away.

Because he feels cold.

Jun Anzhi summoned the secret guard who was supervising the work to command Seventeen, "Distribute these talismans and let them take them with them."

Shi Qi was stunned for a moment, glanced at the young Taoist priest, and divided the talisman papers without saying anything.

The ten people who dug the pit had very masculine horoscopes, and Jun Anzhi asked Jing Zhao to find them out on purpose.

Because the magic weapon buried below is specially used to collect souls, and its yin energy is very heavy. If you are not careful, you will be hurt by the exposed yin energy.

In order to be more on the safe side, Jun Anzhi gave each of them a talisman.

It's just that after digging for so long, the pit is too deep, and it hasn't reached the bottom yet.

"Daozhang, this pit..." Could it be too deep?
The lieutenant general saw nothing after digging for a long time, so he couldn't help but stepped forward to remind Jun Anzhi.

"Then keep digging." Jun Anzhi ignored his implication and continued to order the hidden guard.

(End of this chapter)