Trinity Traitor: From One Person to the Other

Chapter 766 I've been a deity for over a thousand years, you're still too green.
"What do you mean?"

He Songling looked puzzled. What do you mean by "becoming an immortal for a long time"? You can see my current situation even though you can't see through me.

Did this old man work out before he died? He has this kind of idiotic beauty in his speech, like a left brain attacking the right brain.

"What do you mean by that look?"

Clearly, the methods of immortals are beyond the comprehension of mortals. Even if Zhang Boduan before him was merely a memory fragment, his intelligence was terrifyingly high. He quickly understood the meaning in He Songling's eyes and said indignantly:
"Experience, do you understand? You've only been a deity for a few years, no, you haven't even become a deity yet. You can barely use some immortal techniques, but you're still not proficient in the real methods of a deity, which means that when you consider things, you don't think from the perspective of a deity."

He Songling remained silent, but gestured for Zhang Boduan to begin his performance.

"Actually... it's nothing... really that big of a deal." Zhang Boduan saw that He Songling wasn't fooled and refused to treat him as someone of a higher level. He knew that his "senior" and "expert" persona might work in front of Wugensheng, but in front of He Songling, even if he were truly resurrected, it wouldn't fool him at all.

There's nothing we can do about it; they have the cannons. With truth in hand, confidence is assured.

So Zhang Boduan sighed and could only tell the truth: "It's like this, your soul and body are both innate. Normal immortals should be integrated into one. Even if they have multiple divine positions, their bodies are still surrounded by a harmonious and perfect light. It's just that the immortal energy is divided into different divine positions."

But within you, there is disharmony; there is a deep crack. I cannot see through your soul, nor can my innate energy penetrate your body. Only the connection between you is clear, still undergoing acquired transformation. It's simple logical reasoning.

Understood.

He Songling finally understood how Zhang Boduan had figured it out.

It's okay if you can't see through things; not seeing through things is itself a form of seeing through things. If you can't see through the whole body, then you're a god of the same level; if you can't see through the spirit and the flesh, but can see through the middle, then naturally there's a problem in the middle.

It is indeed based on reasoning from experience, but it has nothing to do with whether one is a deity or not. Or rather, one would need the level of a deity to see the problems in He Songling, but to deduce the truth, one only needs the experience and wisdom of an ordinary old man.

Little trick.

"Brother Ziyang, that's not fair." He Songling took out a bottle of cola and poured it on Zhang Boduan, giving him a thorough chill. "You're a real immortal, and you're just fooling me with those fortune-telling quacks on the street? Is that right?"

As the ice-cold cola was poured over his head, Zhang Boduan shivered, then let out a long breath: "Ah... refreshing! What is this stuff? There are such delicious drinks in later generations! Do you have any more? Give me some more!"

He Songling's move just now wasn't a retaliation or an attempt to humiliate Zhang Boduan. Instead, he used his innate abilities to transform the taste and flavor of cola into Daoist principles, integrating them into Zhang Boduan's memory, making it seem as if he had actually drunk cola.

This is similar to pouring wine onto the tombstone or memorial tablet and onto the ground when visiting graves or paying respects to the gods. However, mortals cannot reach the heavens through their means and can only express their grief, while He Songling possessed divine abilities and could directly implant the Daoist rhyme into the "rhyme" of Zhang Boduan's memory.

Old Deng's face was practically beaming with delight. "Sigh, it wasn't easy. If I had this back then, why would I have bothered cultivating Dao Xuan?" Zhang Boduan said happily, holding the Coke can that He Songling had teleported to him using magic, and drinking the endless Coke inside.

Daoist charm is, after all, just an ethereal thing. It only needs to simulate the senses and has no physical form. Therefore, the Coca-Cola bottle that He Songling created in Zhang Boduan's memory can hold as much Coca-Cola as he wants.

Therefore, the methods of immortals are indeed miraculous. If He Songling were a true immortal at this moment, constantly adding Daoist principles, insights, and knowledge to the memory in front of him, continuously building upon it, and cultivating his logical thinking ability, it would not be impossible for him to ultimately bring this "Zhang Boduan" back to life.

Of course, even if he were resurrected, he would no longer be Zhang Boduan, but a creation jointly nurtured by the two immortals, Zhang Boduan and He Songling. In the terms of Taoist cultivation, this is called "enlightenment." In myths and legends, many powerful immortals can casually enlighten a flower or a stubborn stone to become immortal, which illustrates this principle.

Unfortunately, it is now He Songling who is waiting for Zhang Boduan to enlighten him, rather than He Songling enlightening Zhang Boduan.

"Fortune telling is a real thing. It contains insights into human nature. Do you think immortal magic is just about forcing things with incredible methods? Immortals are first and foremost human."

Zhang Boduan became more and more addicted to the drink. It was a memory left behind by an old man from the Northern Song Dynasty. His ability to accept new things was faster than that of the old masters of the strange sects born in the Qing Dynasty. Soon, he could create a straw in his memory without a teacher and suck it up from the bottle.

"You're the same. Although most of what the mountain god told you is true, there's one thing he still doesn't know, and that's the difference between humans and beasts. Even though he's become an immortal, within the ranks of immortals, he still has skills but no principles. Of course, having skills but no principles only applies to immortals; in terms of strength, he might not be weaker. But we humans, after all, are seeking the Way."

"What do you mean?"

"If you continue to accumulate your spirit and flesh in the current way, you'll at most become a beast with slightly stronger fighting power. Just like that monkey, who had immense power but didn't achieve enlightenment and still had to go on a pilgrimage."

Zhang Boduan, with his head down, sipped his cola and stole a moment to speak: "If it were anyone else, it wouldn't matter. Becoming an immortal is already an extraordinary thing, and there's no need to worry about what comes after. But you have such good conditions, and you opened up a space in advance. I think your goal must be 'creation,' the level of those religious leaders and gods, right?"

"That's hard to say..."

"Don't deny it." Zhang Boduan finally raised his head, looked at He Songling, and smiled strangely:

"Even if you took your wife on a trip around the world before, you still had to hide her away before coming back to face me. Wasn't it all so that you could learn something from me? The unspoken rule that immortals don't meet was no longer able to restrain your thoughts the moment you learned the truth."

"You old bastard, you can read minds?!" He Songling suddenly stood up, pointing at Zhang Boduan's nose and cursing, "Shameless bastard! Do you believe I'll blow you up with a grenade?!"

“I told you,” Zhang Boduan shrugged, looking nonchalant, “I’ve been an immortal for over a thousand years, you’re still too green.”

(End of this chapter)