Trinity Traitor: From One Person to the Other

Chapter 92 Zhang Zhiwei's Journey

"Hey, here it comes (liao)~"

As soon as Zhang Jingqing finished speaking, a tall figure jumped in from the door.

"Master, what do you want to call me for?"

"You already know why Nephew He came here. I am a Heavenly Master and cannot easily leave the mountain. If I leave the mountain for a foreigner, it will be bad news if it gets out."

What Zhang Jingqing said makes sense. The Heavenly Master does not come down the mountain easily, because he is afraid of being burdened by worldly affairs. The Heavenly Master is so easy to invite. You invite him today and he invites you tomorrow. The Heavenly Master becomes a worker. How can his dignity remain?
If he didn't go down the mountain for his own people, how could he go down the mountain for a foreigner? If he looked deeper, it was said that the company co-founded by the foreigners wanted to give Longhu Mountain shares, which meant that the Heavenly Master went down the mountain for money, and the reputation of the Heavenly Master's House would be lost.

"You should accompany Nephew He down the mountain."

"It's your order!"

Zhang Zhiwei was happy that he could go down the mountain again, without any hesitation. And he was with He Songling. After practicing to Zhang Zhiwei's level, there were fewer and fewer Taoist friends he could communicate with. He had a good relationship with He Songling, so he was naturally willing to do it.

He may or may not be willing to congratulate Song Ling.

"Ah~ With you, forget it, there's no rush. I originally thought that I would go down the mountain with the old Taoist priest, so I should show my respect and be diligent. Since it's you, it doesn't matter."

He Songling slapped a stack of talismans into Zhang Zhiwei's arms and said, "Go, sort these talismans into categories for me, so I can take them out and use them whenever I need them. Where's Xiaotian, Xiaotian!"

He kept moving, walked all the way to the door, and shouted at the top of his voice.

"I'm coming."

Tian Jinzhong, whose hands and feet were not chopped off, was indeed very quick and appeared in front of He Songling in just a few seconds.

"Brother He, what can I do for you?"

These days, Tian Jinzhong was completely convinced by He Songling. Being able to meditate in the room with his master and draw talismans was enough, but these might be a little far away from him. However, Zhang Zhiwei recounted in detail his experience of being defeated by He Songling twice, which made He Songling feel unconvinced.

As long as they could breathe, who among the disciples of the Tianshi Mansion had not been beaten by Zhang Zhiwei? There were times when they rushed forward and were not able to beat him with one hand, and this unreliable senior brother from the Sanyi Sect could actually defeat Senior Brother Zhiwei?
Tian Jinzhong was shaken at that time. How about I consider going to Sanyi School to learn the third level of reverse life?
Fortunately, Zhang Jingqing was in seclusion in the room drawing talismans at that time, otherwise the old Taoist priest would have to step in to clean up the mess.

But no matter what, Tian Jinzhong's attitude towards He Songling became respectful.

"Find me a room to sleep." He Songling pounded his shoulder in a pretentious manner, "Oh, I am so exhausted from this ten-day retreat of drawing talismans..."

Tian Jinzhong took He Songling away, leaving Zhang Zhiwei standing there with a frown on his face.

"Master, can I beat him?" Zhang Zhiwei asked gritting his teeth.

"Okay, but can you beat him?" Zhang Jingqing looked at his once arrogant disciple with a smile, and his face was full of "you have come to this day". "What kind of firepower does he have? He can easily take out three to five hundred talismans. Don't let him get so angry that he can't get out of bed, and then I have to pay for your hospitalization."

Zhang Zhiwei was not the kind of person who doubted that someone was just making up the numbers when he couldn't win. But he still felt that the boss was unreal, so he picked up the talisman and looked at it carefully against the light: "Master, what do you think of this person? Is he really a human being?" "It's hard to say. I don't think he's in a hurry. He doesn't have anything to do every day. Just follow him for a while and see if you can find the answer you want." Zhang Jingqing was also very happy to see that his apprentice had a good friend with whom he could have an equal dialogue on the road ahead.

Otherwise, a hundred years later, he couldn't imagine how lonely Zhang Zhiwei, who inherited the Heavenly Master's degree, would be.

"Okay, I heard that He Songling deals with foreigners every day, so I might as well go and see for myself." Zhang Zhiwei was not interested in these petty matters, but that didn't mean he didn't want to know more.

The next day.

He Songling, who had not yet gotten enough sleep, asked Zhang Zhiwei to get off the bed. He flapped his limbs like a turtle hanging in the air by a string.

"Lao Zhang, Lao Zhang, let me sleep a little longer, just a little longer, just a little longer. Damn it, Lao Zhang, do you have any humanity? You won't even let me get enough sleep. Hey, Lao Zhang, Lao Zhang..."

He Songling was really sleepy. He didn't feel it when he was in seclusion drawing talismans before, but when he lay down on the bed and his head touched the pillow, he was like a coma, falling into endless darkness. He originally thought that the innate soul drawing talismans could be like a photocopier, but he forgot that photocopiers also have consumption.

Electricity, inkjet, ink cartridges, paper, which one is not a loss? It would be fine if He Songling could fully utilize his innate soul, but he didn't know how to do it, so he could only use this method to send Morse code, and his innate soul couldn't withstand such consumption.

No kidding, he slept for more than thirty hours.

It was still early morning when I came out of the room, but now it is already evening of the next day.

"Walk, walk, walk. Listen to me. Get up and move around. It's good for your body." Zhang Zhiwei also knows how to draw talismans. He knows too well the feeling of being overdrawn.

According to He Songling's practice, the energy and spirit that sleep can replenish at this stage has reached its limit. To recover, he needs to "move".

"No, brother, you want to take revenge on me, right?" He Songling felt weak all over and had a splitting headache. He wanted to run away from Zhang Zhiwei, but he couldn't even use the escape technique.

This was natural. His pseudo-third level was to use Ruyi Jin to forcibly bind the third level of Nisheng, the body, and the escape method together. Although he did not maintain that state all the time, he would involuntarily approach that state, which consumed a lot of his mind.

This is like locking a ball in countless layers. It doesn’t matter until it’s unlocked, but once it’s unlocked, the whole thing may collapse from the inside out.

He Songling certainly didn't collapse, but he couldn't get rid of the feeling of exhaustion. This was also normal. The Eight Great Skills all had various strange hidden dangers, not to mention the Three-fold Reverse Life, which was notoriously dangerous.

"You... Hey, let me hold you and stretch your muscles."

Zhang Zhiwei could probably figure out what was going on. After all, ten years ago, he was able to understand the essence behind the third level of Reverse Rebirth just by watching Lu Jin's battle at the first level. With such talent, and having dealt with He Songling several times ten years later, it would be strange if he couldn't figure it out.

"My master asked me to follow you for a while. As a representative of Longhu Mountain, I will also get involved in your business with foreigners."

"You?" He Songling groaned as he lay on his stomach. "With your brain, even if someone sold you, you would have to help them count the money. Let your junior brother Zhang Huaiyi do it."

(End of this chapter)