Chapter 157: The bearer of the stele appears, the method of borrowing troops
"The terrain where Jiangdu is located is difficult, and it has always been a battleground for military strategists. However, in troubled times, if you conquer it and I snatch it, there is no chance to build a city here. When the world is at peace, there is no need to waste manpower and material resources on transportation here. Build a city in a closed place. Maybe some dynasties have tried it, but..." An Rudao pointed at a row of Yin soldiers, "You should be scared away when you see this."
Guan Zhen nodded and murmured to himself: "The Yin soldiers died fighting for this important land during their lifetime, and their ghosts lingered after their death. They saw people coming here to build a city, flying strange flags and wearing strange clothes. So the worker sergeants are regarded as enemies...I see. Then how do we deal with them?"
An Rudao said loudly: "Everyone, please tell me the year when you joined the army!"
Starting from the Yin soldiers closest to him, answers came one after another. Even the closest one joined the army before the founding of the Liang Dynasty. What's more, some even reported an unfamiliar era name. I don't know if they were from hundreds of years ago.
"No wonder the clothes are different, they are soldiers of different eras." Guan Zhen said.
An Rudao scratched his head and bared his teeth and said: "It's difficult to deal with. This is an ancient battlefield, and the Yin Qi has lingered for a long time. Some Yin soldiers may have been wandering around for thousands of years. Even if I order them to go home, they can't disperse. As for the more recent Yin soldiers, their bodies are sealed in the city wall and they cannot go home..."
Guan Zhen was surprised: "The body is inside the city wall?"
"Yes, mud must be used to build walls. The bodies of the soldiers were mixed with the mud and built into the city wall, so they emerged from the city wall." An Rudao rubbed his hair and said, " It’s difficult, it’s difficult.”
Seeing him in trouble, Guan Zhen looked suspicious.
"You really have no choice?" He knew his companion's methods very well.
"Is demolishing the half-built Jiangdu City a solution? Alas, since the emperor wants to build this Suolong..."
He glanced at the supervisor sitting on the ground and changed the subject: "Let's go see the young supervisor."
"What?"
"Starting tomorrow, we will stop work for three days."
Guan Zhen frowned: "Stop working for three days? What's the use?"
"You tell him that if you want to stop the weird things, you need to erect twelve tablets in the city, and write a thousand words of mysterious words, a thousand words of merits, and a thousand words of blessings, which are enough to calm the ghosts and gods."
"Real or false?"
"Of course it's fake."
Guan Zhan's old face sank.
"This is just to fool them. We must first stabilize people's hearts and buy time for my actions."
"What action?"
"Within three days, I will find a way to recruit the Yin soldiers."
Silence.
"Collection...can't you command the ghosts?"
An Rudao shook his head and said: "Calling the soul is just a little trick. You can control the ghost for a quarter of an hour at most, and you can only give the simplest orders. There is a limit on the number. What's more, the Yin soldiers are tougher than ordinary ghosts, and there are
Haunted by murderous intent."
At this time, his eyes suddenly changed, and the flickering firelight reflected in his eyes, revealing the purest desire.
"The way I am looking for is to make thousands of Yin soldiers listen to my orders, sneak with me, and respect me as their only leader! This method may be applied to other Yin souls and take them into my Yin souls.
Soldiers, let me drive you!"
Guan Zhen did not change his expression because of An Rudao's arrogance. It was obvious that An Rudao never deliberately concealed his ambitions.
"Is there such a method in the vagina?"
"It will be there in three days." An Rudao put his arm on Guan Zhen's shoulder, and instantly regained his smooth tone, "So, old man, I will not be idle when you are working hard. Let's work hard together and strive for success as soon as possible."
Finish this troublesome matter..."
Guan Zhen didn't accept his trick: "Wait a minute, what do you want me to do?"
An Rudao chuckled and said: "Carving monuments is your unique skill, and you can show off your skills. When the time comes, you can use your 'stele carving skills'..."
"Book Stele Hand."
"The monument must be written by hand, and it must be carved outside the city. All the soldiers and workers must be brought out to see this magical skill of carving the monument with their fingers..."
"Why?" Guan Zhen doesn't like to show his holiness in front of others.
"Attract all the people there so that I can walk around the city. There are probably Yin soldiers staying in the soil where the houses are built. Don't carve too fast. You must carve for three days from morning to night. If three thousand words are not enough
, you can also engrave a footnote to explain. If twelve yuan is not enough, just change the situation..."
Early the next morning, on a mound built outside the city, thirty workers worked together to push a boulder weighing more than 10,000 kilograms to Guan Zhen's side.
"Old sir, please see if this piece is suitable?"
Young Inspector Jiang Zuo stood aside and asked. He was woken up by Guan Zhen in the middle of the night, saying that he wanted to carve a monument to ward off ghosts. He quickly notified the workers in charge of stone materials to drag out the huge rocks that had just been dug out of the mountain.
Guan Zhen took a look and said: "It's okay."
The news has already spread to the workers, and they have already surrounded Tubao, and they all want to see what the old man is going to do with this huge rock.
To process the huge stone into a square monument, it would be impossible without dozens of skilled craftsmen working for several days. However, Guan Zhen had already said that he alone was enough, so the workers inevitably felt that the old man was bragging and pretending to be a ghost.