Trinity Traitor: From One Person to the Other

Chapter 123 Going to the United States with Zhang Zhiwei
"Old He, Old He, He Songling!"

Early in the morning, Zhang Zhiwei banged on He Songling's door.

"Lao Zhang, what the hell are you doing!"

He Songling rolled over, rolled up the quilt, and wrapped the frightened Wei Shufen. The little girl wrapped herself in the quilt like a kitten and kept burrowing into He Songling's arms.

"Damn it, it's only now, don't you sleep at night?"

"You are right. We in Longhu Mountain have a meditation technique that can be used to replace sleeping."

Zhang Zhiwei's voice was filled with anger. "It has nothing to do with that. Are you going to cure that foreign devil Joseph?"

"Why not treat it? If not, I came all the way from the southeast to the southwest to suppress the rebellion and eliminate the bandits. What's the point of arresting those four bug-covered bastards? No, you...what are you doing here?"

He Songling was obviously even angrier. No one would be in a good mood if someone suddenly yelled at them like a ghost or a wolf when they were doing something that Yuewen didn't allow them to write.

"Why don't you leave? It's been a few days. Tell me how many days you've been back. It's been eighteen days! How many times have you left the room when you hug the girl every day? Huh?"

Zhang Zhiwei was born in the Tianshi Temple. He usually pays attention to cultivating a quiet life. He never thought that he would lose his composure like this one day. If he didn't know that Wei Shufen was still inside, he would have kicked the door down and hit He Songling on the head.

"Are you some kind of pile-driving machine? Mr. Dongshan has no choice but to tell me today that Miss Wei is a whole unit behind Zhou. Do you have any shame? If you have nothing to do, don't hinder the girl's progress."

Zhang Zhiwei was so angry.

Can you imagine the feeling of your good brother going in behind closed doors to do something that you are not allowed to write, while you are left outside the door with nothing, having waited in vain for eighteen days?
You can't. And neither can Zhang Zhiwei.

Zhang Zhiwei actually wished he had nothing to do, so that he could meditate and practice on the spot or go back to Mount Longhu first, both were options.

The key point is that there are four leaders of the Medicine Immortal Society.

Dongshan injured his meridians, Lu Ci went home, Zhang Muzhi and his men were not extraordinary people, so he was the only one who had to look after these four Yunnan gentlemen every day.

This is in stark contrast to He Songling, who hugs the Hunan girl every day.

"Ah, has it been eighteen days?" After listening to Zhang Zhiwei's roar, He Songling finally realized that he seemed to have forgotten the years in the mountains. There was no way, the important things were done, and Wei Shufen was in front of him, so what else could he think about?
He Songling's body is really good. With the three-stage reverse rebirth, all consumption can be replenished instantly. It is indeed the best regeneration method in the world. If the founder of Sanyi, Lin Zhaoen, and his master Zuo Ruotong knew that he used the three-stage reverse rebirth like this, they would grind him into meat paste and smear it in the septic tank.

In short, by the end, the fields were almost plowed out, and the cows were still new. For the first time, He Songling intuitively realized how much of a bargain it was for him to worship at the Trinity School instead of the Tianshi Temple.

"Well..." Wei Shufen snorted with a red face, "Of course, it's been 18 days and I've missed all my classes." She was a little embarrassed to say that her whole body was limp these days and she hadn't been able to move normally.

"Haven't I been teaching you in English since the fourth day? Don't worry, I've passed the Level 6 English test, which is much higher than Brother Dongshan's." He Songling didn't care. Zhou Quan had only been learning English with Dongshan these days, and his progress was not as deep as Li Muxuan's. What difference would it make if he fell behind or not? "Hey, don't make Brother Zhang wait anxiously." Wei Shufen pushed him with a red face: "Even if you don't feel sorry for Brother Zhang, you should feel sorry for me. I, I feel sorry."

After saying this, her face turned even redder, like a female Guan Gong.

"Stop talking. Then you study hard here. As for the future, well, we'll talk about the future later." Without even a single promise, He Songling was an old scumbag. "Study English well. Next time we go to the United States, I can take you with me."

"it is good……"

When Zhang Zhiwei saw He Songling again, the boy was neatly dressed in a suit and tie, and acted like a real person. His state changed so quickly that Zhang Zhiwei was stunned.

"What are you looking at? Are you going to leave or not? Who told you to leave this morning?" He Songling was the first to complain, and then he turned the tables: "I'm not saying anything bad about you, Old Zhang, but you just don't have a sense of time. Joseph is still waiting in the United States. If you go too late and his son dies, can you bear the responsibility?"

"I have a good idea." Zhang Zhiwei looked at He Songling expressionlessly and said, "If I join forces with my master, your master and my junior brother, and the four of us beat you up together, can you withstand it?"

"Hey, Taoist Zhang, what nonsense are you talking about? Well, I will cover all the expenses for this trip, just eat and drink well." He Songling was instantly scared.

"No one is being polite to you. I'll eat you, you rich dog." Zhang Zhiwei said unhappily, "Give me thirty or fifty thousand first."

"Where are we going? America! People there use US dollars. Do you understand how they spend money?" He Songling expressed his contempt for Zhang Zhiwei.

"How can you not understand? What do you think I did for the past 18 days? I just studied English with Mr. Dongshan." Zhang Zhiwei said confidently: "Hello, how about that? I learned English."

"Yes, it's authentic. It's the real old London accent, and it has to be the urban accent within the second ring road of London, right at the foot of Buckingham Palace, along the banks of the Thames. No one speaks that way in Wimbledon. The old priest at Westminster Abbey would give you a thumbs up after hearing it."

What He Songling was thinking was, Brother Dongshan’s English was at such a low level, how was he going to live abroad with Li Muxuan?

"Oh, thank you, thank you." Zhang Zhiwei was still bowing to him. With his Jiangxi accent, even local people north of the Huai River couldn't understand him. He even spoke English.

Go out and starve to death, you idiot.

He Songling thought with some malice in his heart.

The two men, one a pure monk and the other a half monk, had no possessions. In addition to a suitcase of money brought by He Songling and two sets of clothes for replacement, Zhang Zhiwei boarded the ship to the United States.

After such a long delay, the boat ticket sent by Joseph had already expired. But this did not bother He Songling, after all, he was from Fujian.

The sailing conditions were not very good in those days, and luxury cruise ships would not come to the Far East. Therefore, even if He Songling was rich, the two could only choose a less bad ship from the bad ones. After sailing on the sea for more than a month, the two finally stood on the land on the other side of the ocean.

(End of this chapter)