Trinity Traitor: From One Person to the Other

Chapter 253 Zheng Zibu, how can you sleep well at your age?

"Tsk..."

He Songling did not expect that the head of Maoshan would act so quickly. They had just discussed the matter in the morning and had just finished lunch, and this group of Maoshan disciples, a total of thirty people, were already sitting outside waiting.

I agreed readily at the time, but now that I see so many Maoshan Taoists, I really don't know what to teach them.

In the end, He Songling decided not to bother thinking about it and just asked, "What do you want to learn?"

"What do we want to learn? Shouldn't you tell us what you can teach us? If you really can't do it, why don't you show us your skills first?"

A voice came from the audience. This voice was full of dissatisfaction and a little contempt. He Songling looked down and saw a Taoist priest in a pink robe sitting in the front row, slightly to the left of the center, looking up at him with his hands folded.

The two looked at each other, and the Taoist in pink robe did not avoid the gaze at all, and was full of eagerness to try.

"Heh." He Songling laughed and didn't pick up on him. He was now a triple body, full of Qi, so glaring at him was no different from glaring at the air. It wouldn't be a problem for him to glare until his eyes dried up and he went blind.

"Brother, what is your name?"

"No problem, Zheng Zibu of Maoshan." The Taoist priest in pink robe stood up and bowed.

really.

Although judging by Xiao Gao's previous performance, the entire Maoshan generation may be a bit cowardly, but the person who dares to be so cowardly in such an occasion is most likely not someone else.

This iron-headed kid was full of ignorance of his own limitations before he figured out the Tongtian Talisman and got beaten up by a group of people led by the Wang and Lu families.

"Okay, please sit down." Zheng Zibu stood up with the intention of asking for advice, or at least to challenge He Songling to fight with him. Unexpectedly, He Songling put him down again with just one word.

"Xiao Zheng, this is it. Since your master, Master Yang, asked me to teach you, it's because I can teach you. Just tell me what you want to learn. If I can say it, I can teach you."

This time, not only the group of Maoshan Taoists below, but even Tian Jinzhong next to them widened their eyes.

No way, Brother He, are you so arrogant?
This is Maoshan!

The Taoism of Shangqing, which was founded by the founder of Sanmao, is mysterious and has great reputation not only in the Chinese mainland, but also in the Chinese communities in Southeast Asia.

How dare you make such outrageous remarks in Maoshan Sect?

"Hahaha, good, good, Mr. He is very confident."

Zheng Zibu was Lu Jin's childhood friend. When they grew up, they both became Taoist practitioners and regarded each other as close friends and fellow Taoists. Lu Jin boasted to him countless times about how powerful "Senior Brother He" was, and he had long been unwilling to accept the result.

Originally he just wanted to challenge himself and prove himself to Lu Jin, but after listening to He Songling's words, he felt like he was looking at the strong brother in the freshman group, and he almost couldn't help laughing out loud.

He used all his strength and thought about all the bad things in his life to barely hold it back, but his facial muscles were already deformed. He Songling did not react at all, but just made a "please" gesture, "Please start your performance."

"Okay, I majored in talismans, and I'm having trouble drawing talismans recently. I'd like to ask Mr. He to teach me how to draw talismans." Zheng Zibu looked at He Songling provocatively. He Songling, however, showed a surprised expression, "Talismans?"

"Not bad!" Zheng Zibu's face was already smiling, "Why, could it be that Mr. He doesn't know how to do it?"

They had all heard about the background of the Sanyi Sect, which only cultivates itself and does not cultivate any other alchemy furnaces, talismans, or spells. They specifically attacked his weak spot, so what if the third level of Nisheng is powerful, can it still be transformed into a talisman?
"That's not it. I'm asking you, and you're asking about the talisman?"

He Songling looked puzzled. "The Taoists usually do things like dipping in the altar, preaching, performing talismans, forbidden spells, divination, praying for rain, fulfilling dreams, treating diseases, worshipping gods, etc. Maoshan Taoism mainly involves drawing talismans, chanting spells, exorcising ghosts and demons, praying for blessings and warding off disasters. You..."

He Songling looked Zheng Zibu up and down. "You must be about thirty, right? After all these years in Maoshan, have you only learned to draw talismans? Or have you already mastered all other Maoshan Taoist techniques?"

"you……"

Zheng Zibu was almost choked to death by He Songling's words. He took two deep breaths and then spoke:

"What do you think Maoshan Taoism is? Maoshan Taoism is broad and profound. Ordinary people may not be able to obtain it even if they pursue it for a lifetime. I am only thirty, and it is the time for me to focus on one discipline and make progress. As for the others, I have not yet learned them."

"Oh--"

He Songling dragged out the words, and then said with the same anxious worry as a high school math teacher, "Then you have to hurry up, Xiao Zheng, you are already behind in your studies. Do you sleep at night?"

"Sleep...why not sleep?"

"Look, look, this is why you are lagging behind. You are slacking off." He Songling shook his head:

"At your age, the Great Mao Jun of the Three Mao Patriarchs had already mastered the Laozi and Yijing, and had met the Queen Mother of the West to receive the Dao of the Jade Pendant and the Golden Bell, and the Taiji Xuanzhen Sutra. He had been studying for six years.

Going back further, Zhang Jue, the founder of the Taoist branch Taiping Dao, had been distributing talismans and curing illnesses for many years and was preparing to rebel; Zhang Lu, the third-generation Heavenly Master of your Zhengyi Dao, had already been pretending to be a god and a warlord in Bashu.

You are thirty years old, and you still have doubts about learning a talisman. How dare you sleep at night? How can you sleep at your age? "

After He Songling finished speaking, he lowered his head and glanced at the thirty Maoshan Taoists below him, and pulled out the classic PUA rhetoric of a Shandong class teacher: "I see that some of our Taoist friends are just like that? Ah, impetuous! Their minds are not on cultivation, but only thinking about fighting and killing, and becoming famous.

You are cultivating the Dao for me, right? I tell you, your master has already negotiated the remuneration with me. If you don't cultivate the Dao well, I won't lose a cent. Why should I care about you?

Ah, right? I hope all of you will take more responsibility for yourself and pay more attention. Don't be like some of you who haven't learned the talismans at the age of 30. Some even feel proud of it instead of being ashamed. Is that reasonable? Are you worthy of Mount Mao, the ancestors, and the expectations of your old mentor? "

???

When He Songling finished his speech, not only those Maoshan Taoists, but even Tian Jinzhong who came to listen, had mosquito coil circles in his eyes and was full of guilt.

Oh, it was my fault! I am sorry to my teacher, to my sect, and I am a great sinner!
Even Zheng Zibu lowered his head and began to reflect on his daily actions. He wondered if he didn't practice enough in his daily life, which made him let down his mentor's cultivation.

But suddenly, he felt something was wrong and looked up suddenly, "No, what are you talking about? Can you do it yourself? You're talking to me?"

(End of this chapter)