Jinyiwei's psychic case: the opening is Lingbo Weibu

Chapter 1135

Jiujiang Ferry Terminal...

On the altar, the Six Monks, who had transformed into an enlightened high monk, held a gold foil in his left hand containing the essence, blood, hair, and other necessities that the Prince of Ning was attached to!

Around it, hundreds of swastikas were pasted in a haphazard yet orderly fashion!

Beneath the altar, Princess Ning, her eyes swollen from crying, was devoutly performing a ritual to pray for her son's soul.

Accompanying her was none other than Yang Zeqing, the old retainer of the Shu family in Jiangxi!

At this moment, he glared coldly at the six monks on the stage.

The moment their eyes met, the latter felt a sudden jolt in his heart.

After confirming yesterday that Prince Ning had arrived, they encouraged Princess Ning to build this altar to pray for Zhu Youping's soul.

According to the normal plan, the true soul power of 'Prince Ning' should have been refined into a [True Soul Puppet] by the early hours of this morning.

Immediately afterwards, they would strike while the iron was hot, instigating Princess Ning to order the Jiujiang navy and the Jiangxi garrison to march north together to seek revenge.

At that time, the Shuzhou naval camp retreated without a fight.

They will head straight for Nanjing.

When that day comes, the Ming Dynasty, which has just been pacified, will once again fall into turmoil.

This will make it easier for Emperor Qiming to regain control of the world as a great emperor.

But now?

They've been casting the spell for a whole day and night, and there's still no sign of it happening.

Yang Zeqing naturally didn't think that Prince Ning was fake, but instead shifted all the blame onto the Six Monks.

In his view, the other party's shoddy workmanship or lack of skill led to this outcome.

However, for the monk Liu, he had no way to express his suffering.

I was definitely casting the spell with full force as instructed above.

But there was neither wind nor rain at the scene!

Could it be that the secret method is flawed?

Unwilling to give up, the Sixth Monk once again channeled his energy.

This time, several swastika talismans were ignited together by him using his essence to create fire.

'puff. '

To increase the success rate, he even sacrificed his own life essence.

'Boom.'

Just after he finished doing all this, a thunderclap suddenly resounded through the originally dark night sky.

Immediately afterwards, the world changed dramatically, and a fierce wind arose!

"Ok?"

Upon seeing this scene, the six monks and Yang Zeqing and the others were immediately intrigued.

This is the first time they've used the 'Soul-Binding Secret Technique,' and they don't know what the effects will be if they succeed.

Seeing this scene, they mistakenly believed that they had actually succeeded.

"Your Highness, the heavens are weeping and the spirits are wailing!"

"The princess's sincere prayers for the deceased caused a strange change in the heavens and earth."

Upon seeing Princess Ning, Shu Ning, and looking up in alarm, Yang Zeqing immediately offered a forced explanation.

"really?"

"Youping, Youping, your mother is performing a ritual for you to pass on to the afterlife. Can you feel it?"

"Your mother knows you harbor resentment."

"Don't worry, no matter who the other party is, your mother will definitely avenge you."

'Sizzle.'

'boom.'

As soon as Princess Ning finished speaking, the swastikas around the altar suddenly burst into flames.

Upon seeing this, the weakened monk Liu Heshang was unusually excited.

In his view, the spontaneous combustion of the soul talisman indicated that the soul thread was already being pulled.

Not only him, but even Yang Zeqing's eyes were filled with joy.

Isn't this exactly what they've been waiting for?

"Your Highness, the eldest prince heard your words about seeking revenge for him."

“The swastika symbol spontaneously combusted, which means he was at ease on his journey.”

"Your Highness can rest assured now."

Upon hearing Yang Zeqing's words, Shu Ning, tears streaming down her face, nodded emphatically.

"This princess only hopes that Youping's spirit in heaven can see everything his mother has done for him."

"The Divine Strategist, the Embroidered Uniform Guard, whoever it is..."

"We will never let them go."

"Yes. The princess is right, we must not let them get away with this!"

Just as Yang Zeqing finished echoing these words, a guard of the Prince of Ning rushed over in a hurry.

"Your Highness, the Prince has suddenly collapsed to the ground with a terrible headache."

"Unconscious, the situation is critical."

"what?"

Upon hearing this, Princess Ning, who was kneeling in front of the Buddha statue, almost collapsed to the ground.

Yang Zeqing, who was standing to the side, had a hint of smugness in his eyes, but he quickly covered it up.

He quickly reached out to help the other person up.

"Your Majesty, Your Highness, what's wrong?"

"Please take care of yourself, Phoenix!"

'Woo woo.'

After a few breaths, Princess Ning sobbed, "What terrible things have I done!"

"Why does Heaven treat me so cruelly?"

Upon hearing this, Yang Zeqing, who was eager to collect the true soul of Prince Ning, hurriedly said, "Your Highness, the most urgent thing is for us to go and see what happened to the Prince."

"Jiangxi can no longer withstand another catastrophe."

After Yang Zeqing finished speaking, Princess Ning nodded emphatically and said, "Yes, yes!"

"Quickly, go and see how the prince is doing."

Urged on by Princess Ning, everyone hurriedly got up and headed towards his tent.

Before leaving, Yang Zeqing, who was supporting Princess Ning, gave the Six Monks a meaningful look, signaling him to continue the ritual.

To facilitate his own close-range collection of the true soul power of Prince Ning, and to refine it into a [True Soul Puppet].

Having understood the meaning in his eyes, the Sixth Monk, full of confidence, once again intensified his spellcasting.

Just as he was doing all this, Sun Xiaoyu, who was guarding the perimeter, put away his Buddhist seal and muttered to himself, "How could I, a dignified direct descendant of the Tantric sect, be using mirror magic to deceive people outside?"

"This is truly a disgrace to our sect!"

Everything that the Six Monks 'controlled' on the altar was done by Sun Xiaoyu remotely through esoteric Buddhist techniques.

The relief they felt from the illusion made them grateful for the great success of their [Traction Technique].

This inevitably made the arrogant "Young Master" Sun Xiaoyu feel somewhat uncomfortable.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Liansong, who was accompanying him, laughed and said, "Hey, Old Sun."

"You need to get used to our master's pace and way of doing things!"

"Why blindly charge forward when we can take down the enemy without bloodshed using our existing methods?"

"Put aside personal shortcomings and enjoy a life without flaws. This is the motto of our Inspection Department!"

"Today, our mission is to lure Yang Zeqing and his men into a trap."

"Then, after he left, we quietly took down this monk Liu He."

"As for how dirty this process is..."

"Does it even matter?"

"Tell me, did you enjoy it, knowing that our master orchestrated all of this?"

Faced with the questioning from the chosen one of Heavenly Dao, Sun Xiaoyu, who had just been filled with grievances, suddenly felt enlightened.

Yes!

Since you can take down the other party through your own means, why confront them directly?

"Although doing these things makes me feel ashamed of my master's painstaking teachings, to be honest, following Lord Xu on his mission..."

"That was fucking awesome."

"That 'enlightened monk' called Six Monks even used his essence and blood to enhance his power as a sacrifice?"

"Let me tell you, with his current state of weakness, we can easily take him down!"

Upon hearing this, Gou Dan replied, "That's right!"

"Lord Xu, that's exactly what we want—to be easily controlled!"