Trinity Traitor: From One Person to the Other

Chapter 133 The more talismans, the fewer talismans

“May the heavens and the earth be blessed, may the Jade Emperor, the Buddha, Bodhidharma, and Skanda, the Three Pure Ones, God the Mother, Mary, the King Lama… Om Mani Padme Hum, may you die! Wah-ah-ah-ah…”

As usual, He Songling asked someone to build an altar facing north and south. He stood on the altar, swinging a peach wood sword, and pretended to be a ghost and consulted the spirit medium for three days and three nights. Finally, he walked down from the altar with disheveled hair.

"call……"

He Songling let out a long breath and wiped the sweat from his forehead. This is not his friendship, this thing is really a strenuous job. So defrauding foreigners is not as simple as it seems. Who can stand it if you really don't sleep for three days and three nights?
That's Tian Jinzhong.

Hey, can I let him do this job in the future? At worst I can give him some money.

Thinking of this, He Songling glanced at Zhang Zhiwei.

Zhang Zhiwei didn't understand what he meant. He moved his lips and asked in secret using Qi transmission: "What are you looking at me for? I don't have any talismans on me?"

"There are plenty of talismans, you... forget it, let's talk about it when we get back." He Songling couldn't delay too long at this time, as he was afraid that the foreigners would become suspicious.

He drove the pseudo triple, and his whole body turned into a chimney, like a spirit, and transformed into a puff of white smoke, floating down from the altar to Ismay.

Ismay almost knelt down and kowtowed to him.

In fact, Ismay had already knelt down. Although foreigners did not practice kneeling, they also regarded kneeling as an act of humility and loyalty.

"Great congratulations, great miracle!" Ismay was already a little incoherent.

Although he learned from his old friend Joseph that this Oriental man had incredible magic, for him who had long believed in God, he could not think of any magic that could be more effective than God's.

He went to the Roman cathedrals to ask the Pope for help but it was of no use, so what could these backward and barbaric Orientals do?
However, after seeing He Songling's gesture, he realized that all his previous imaginations of "God" were not enough to describe a true miracle. His thoughts flew back to the night when the Titanic hit an iceberg in the Atlantic Ocean.

If there had been such a god that night, so many people would not have died!

At this moment Ismay decided that he would convert now. God damn it, I want to believe in the East!

"Come on, come on, come forward!"

He Songling clasped his hands and waved at Ismay, using the energy from his Dantian and the pronunciation of Peking Opera to make his voice sound more spacious and "divine" in Ismay's ears.

Ismay didn't dare to stand up at all. He quickly crawled a few steps on his knees and came to He Songling, "Great father..."

"Hey, stop it." He Songling quickly reached out to stop him. Ismay used the Christian name to show respect, but he didn't want a sixty-year-old white man to call him dad. Our old Zhong called dad to someone who was not related by blood, and that meant they were very close buddies.

For example, He Songling sincerely hoped that Zhang Zhiwei would sincerely kneel on the ground and kowtow three times, calling him "Dad". However, Zhang Zhiwei obviously did not agree with this idea and even struck him with lightning.

But no matter whether Zhang Zhiwei called him dad or not, he would not allow Ismay to call him dad.

"According to our Eastern way of calling, you can call me Old Immortal, and on weekdays you can just call me Mr. He." "Yes, yes, Mr. He, my great God, please save me!"

"Come, try this." He Songling stretched out his hand and pointed, drawing a Pure Divine Mantra covering hundreds of square meters in the air, followed by a Mysterious Divine Mantra covering more than two hundred square meters.

"The bright is there, the dark is not there. The serious illness can be cured by itself, the worldly and drowning can be helped, the netherworld will be relied upon. Thus, you can ascend to the immortal city."

Following the mysterious voice that sounded like the whisper of a god from the sky, the Void Talisman began to glow with light. Then it slowly fell on Ismay, and the two divine spells wrapped him up, emitting a dazzling light. For a moment, Britain in the middle of the night was as bright as day.

"What the hell is this?" Zhang Zhiwei never dreamed that talismans could be drawn like this.

"Shen Mantra Talismangen 2 S Pro max plus +." He Songling is indeed a person who traveled through time and space in the modern era. He can easily come up with those long and ugly iterative terms in the digital mobile phone industry. Now, not to mention Ismay, even Zhang Zhiwei and the elder looked up at him with their mouths wide open.

"Is that human language?"

"Why aren't you talking like a human?" He Songling stretched his nose to the length of Pinocchio, then bounced it back, and said proudly, "This is my unique method. Only a great master of talismans and painting can use it, and the success rate is not guaranteed. Once this thing is done, a talisman the size of a hundred talismans can achieve the effect of at least one hundred and twenty talismans."

"I'll give you one last chance. Please explain it in a language that humans can understand!"

After hearing this, Zhang Zhiwei felt that he would rather not listen. He became even more confused, and his two small eyes became small. Looking at the great elder of the Medicine Fairy Society next to him, mosquito coils were already coming out of his eyeballs.

"Oh, so stupid." He Songling explained, "Think about it, when we make talismans, we use the pen, mind and Qi to draw specific routines to communicate with the gods and ghosts in heaven and earth, asking them to help bring down the power, and then use Qi to activate it, right?"

"Yes!" Zhang Zhiwei nodded stupidly: "What does that have to do with your ability to produce talismans in excess?"

"Stupid, the essence of a talisman is not the drawn symbols. The symbols drawn on paper are only used to communicate with the gods and ghosts of heaven and earth. To put it bluntly, it is a signal. The power fed back by the gods and ghosts of heaven and earth after they agree is the power on your talisman. Where do they feed their power back? On the talisman paper."

He Songling took out a piece of talisman paper and said, "But this talisman paper is cut by humans to a size suitable for drawing those symbols, but it is not exactly able to correspond to the power sent down by the gods of heaven and earth. Especially when you draw several talismans at the same time, the power that is sent down at the same time according to the size of your several talismans will be lost in the process of cutting.

The more talismans you draw at the same time, the larger the talisman paper, the more you cut, the more power you lose, the less powerful it is, which is equivalent to fewer talismans. So, the more talismans you have, the fewer you have. But mine is different, the bigger the talisman is, the bigger it is. "

???

Zhang Zhiwei had a question mark on his forehead.

Why is this guy's words becoming more and more inhumane?

But He Songling really didn't lie. He used his innate spiritual soul to communicate with the gods and ghosts of heaven and earth. Although it was not as efficient as the Tongtian Talisman, it was efficient enough. In addition, he used the "Shentu" painting technique, so there was no loss of talisman paper. The result was like buying a two-liter bottle of Coke is cheaper than buying four 500-milliliter bottles of Coke. The larger the one-time amount, the higher the cost-effectiveness of the talisman.

As he was speaking, the light emanating from Ismay, who was wrapped in a huge talisman, slowly went out.

(End of this chapter)