Trinity Traitor: From One Person to the Other

Chapter 847 The entire bill is paid by Young Master Wang Ye!
"Oh, Wudang Mountain, it's been a long time since I've been here."

He Songling looked at this famous mountain with great interest. The last time he came here was during the Republican era, when he severely beat up all the outstanding disciples of the sect leader, Daozhu Zhenren.

As for now, I don't know what's going on.

Are there any shortcuts or hidden passages where I can avoid paying the entrance fee?

He Songling clicked his tongue as he looked at the ticket counter in front of him. Mobile payment wasn't fully widespread these days; he himself knew how to use Alipay and WeChat, but the problem was that the ticket counter didn't accept QR code payments.

"Card or cash?" The lady at the ticket booth was even more impatient than the one at Longhu Mountain.

"Sister, if I give you twenty student IDs, can you give us four free meals?" He Songling asked tentatively.

"Security! Security!" Without further ado, the woman immediately shouted into the walkie-talkie, "Come quick! Someone is using someone else's student ID. There's a possibility of theft and forgery. Oh, and call the police while you're at it!"

"Old Wang, is there really no other way?" He Songling looked at Wang Ye, who spread his hands and said, "I told Zhang Chulan when I was at Longhu Mountain that Wudang is more commercialized than Longhu Mountain."

"Alright then, wait for me a moment." After saying that, He Songling disappeared from the spot and appeared next to the Lu family's safe in the next second. He ignored the iron box, reached through it, and took out a large wad of cash, probably more than 100,000 yuan.

"Well, that's barely enough."

He Songling left a note, saying that Lu Jin should find Wang Weiguo or Feng Zhenghao to repay the money later, and then he went through the Anywhere Door again and returned to Wudang.

"Here you go." The wealthy and powerful He Songling handed over several red bills. "The entire bill is on Young Master Wang!"

“Young Master Wang? Aren’t you surnamed Ling?” Wang Ye became alert.

Could this bastard have used a fake name to turn the Luotian Grand Ceremony into a farce at Longhu Mountain, and then come to our Wudang Mountain to cause trouble?
Therefore, whether the name Ling Songhe is real or not is debatable.

"The money I stole from the Lu family was in your name. I told them to come after you, and if you didn't give it to me, I'd send the Lu family to the capital to find your father." He Songling said matter-of-factly.

"No, you..." Even Wang Ye couldn't help but get angry: "Are you out of your mind? Why did you do this?"

"Among us, there's a cult member, a poor Taoist priest who was just expelled, and a homeless pauper."

He Songling pointed to Xia He, Zhang Lingyu, and himself, then turned his gaze back to Wang Ye: "You, the third young master Wang, are the richest. Isn't it only right that you pay some money? Besides, this is Wudang, your sect. It's perfectly reasonable for you to treat us."

"I used my own money to buy tickets to invite you in to persuade my ancestor to expel me?" Wang Ye pursed his lips twice, turned around and walked away. He really didn't want to say another word to He Songling.

Based on their speed, these few people quickly arrived at the Wudang area where the extraordinary people lived.

"Oh, Wang Ye, you're back!" A passing Taoist priest smiled at him. "I heard Zhang Chulan had a pretty bad time at the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony?"

"Don't even mention it. I ran into a bastard who has no martial ethics. I couldn't beat him." Wang also made a veiled insult.

"That's alright. Come back and practice hard. Your master is waiting for you." The Taoist patted Wang Ye's shoulder and pointed in a direction. Wang Ye looked in that direction and, sure enough, his master was practicing his boxing in that open space. "Alright, thanks, Uncle-Master. I'm off."

Wang Ye nodded and led his men toward his master, Daoist Yunlong.

"Master, you're here." Wang Ye walked over with a sullen face, stealing a glance at Yunlong. He sighed inwardly. Judging from Ling Songhe's abilities and connections along the way, it seemed that the days of him calling him master were really over.

"Hey, isn't this the great immortal Wang?"

Yunlong couldn't help but get angry when he saw his lazy disciple, and he said sarcastically, "You haven't learned the boxing I taught you properly. You went to Longhu Mountain and made a fool of yourself, getting beaten solid. You haven't even mastered the boxing, and you've somehow learned Master Zhou Sheng's strange techniques. Let's see what you've got!"
"I think you should just become Master Zhou's disciple. From now on, I'll call you 'Uncle-Master,' like Zhang Lingyu from Longhu Mountain... um?"

Yunlong snapped out of his daze. He had been so focused on scolding his disciple that he hadn't noticed the outsiders following behind him.

Although he had seen someone behind him long ago, there were many people on Wudang Mountain, and he thought they were from his own sect.

It wasn't until Zhang Lingyu was mentioned and the white-haired man behind him looked embarrassed that Yunlong realized what was going on.

This looks like Zhang Lingyu, doesn't it?
In this internet age, Yunlong has seen Zhang Lingyu's photos and videos. Besides, he holds a high position in Wudang and has frequently exchanged and learned from Longhu Mountain. Even Wang Ye knows people in Wudang, let alone Yunlong.

Although I didn't have much of a relationship with Zhang Lingyu before, I could still recognize him by his face.

"Well, well, Master Lingyu, you see, you didn't even tell us you were coming so we could have made arrangements to welcome you..."

This is why the Celestial Master's acceptance of Zhang Lingyu was considered a transgression against the world. All Taoist sects under heaven are one family. If he accepted Zhang Lingyu, not only would the group of middle-aged people in their thirties and forties on Longhu Mountain suddenly have an extra uncle or grandfather, but even people from other sects would find it difficult to accept.

Look, Zhang Zhiwei and Song Mian are from the same generation. His apprentice is Yunlong's uncle.

But to actually ask Yunlong to call him "Shishu" (a term of respect for a senior martial arts master) is still a bit difficult to say.

"Daoist Yunlong, there's no need to be so polite." Zhang Lingyu quickly bowed and greeted him. "I... was expelled from Longhu Mountain by my master last night, and now I'm just a wandering cultivator in the mountains."

"Oh? Oh...oh." Yunlong said "oh" three times in three different tones, finally understanding the connection, and then laughed: "Master Lingyu, don't take it to heart. The Old Celestial Master is just...testing you. In my opinion, you'll be back on the mountain in less than two years. The next Celestial Master should be..."

"Hey, what are you saying? I've already taken Zhang Lingyu away. Old Zhang said it himself that day, this disciple is mine now. So he's my disciple now. My disciple, why would he need to inherit that damned Celestial Master position?" He Songling's voice rang out from the side.

"And who is this?" Yunlong asked, looking at Wang Ye.

“Oh, he is…” Wang Ye was about to introduce him when He Songling interrupted him, “No need for nonsense. I’m here to see Lao Song. As for who I am, you can ask Song Mian later. He knows me well.”

"My friend, you're being a bit too arrogant," Yunlong said, his face darkening.

Song Mian is a senior member of Wudang, over a hundred years old, two generations older than Yunlong. Judging from the young man's age, he should be three generations older than Yunlong. Even Zhang Lingyu is a generation older than Song Mian. Is this how you address your elders?

(End of this chapter)