Trinity Traitor: From One Person to the Other

Chapter 254 Zheng Zibu: No need for paper and pen, no altar and no talisman? Impossible, that's a sorcery
We have to mention Zheng Zibu. In the original novel, Wu Gensheng, the leader of Quanxing, issued an order to all the major sects of the righteous path to gather in Longhu Mountain to pacify the Three Sects. He was one of the two outstanding disciples led by the leader of Maoshan.

At that great gathering of good and evil, almost every sect leader brought two or three disciples with him. They were all their most outstanding disciples, including a large group of Thirty-Six Thieves.

The fact that Zheng Zibu could appear among them meant that he was at least one of the two most outstanding disciples among the entire younger generation of Maoshan disciples.

While other brothers were still immersed in He Songling's PUA, feeling heartbroken and reflecting on themselves, he was the first to discover the blind spot and decisively screamed out.

"He Songling, don't talk about anything else, just tell me whether you can do it or not."

After hearing what Zheng Zibu said, everyone came back to their senses. Yes, you said this mess, as if it was very impressive. What if you can't do it yourself, what qualifications do you have to criticize us?
You act like a teacher and educate us, but do you have the ability?

"Of course I will."

Then they saw the most unforgettable scene in their lives.

He Songling raised his hand, pointed his finger in the air, and drew a talisman in the air. Dark blue ink formed from Qi at his fingertips, flowed out, and pieced together into talismans.

In just the time it took him to raise his hand, twenty talismans had been drawn.

Divine movement, shrinking the earth, light body, propulsion, great strength, these talismans were all available to the head of Maoshan when he and the head of Maoshan used them when they went up the mountain together just now, and the head of Maoshan who was peeking outside was so embarrassed that he blushed.

This bastard is really not a human being.

As for the younger generation of Maoshan Taoists, they were stunned. Their eyes were wide open, their mouths were wide open, and many of them even drooled on their lapels without realizing it.

"This, this is a talisman? Is this really a talisman? Can this be a talisman?"

Because he was one of the most outstanding disciples of the younger generation and was also the one asking the questions, Zheng Zibu, who was sitting in the front row, was the first to be affected. The powerful shock almost made him go crazy, and he asked three questions while mumbling to himself.

Otherwise, he would have to be called a fierce man who dared to claim "showing mercy and not seriously injuring Zhang Zhiwei". He pressed the tip of his tongue against his teeth, bit his tongue with his teeth until it bled, and forced himself to calm down. He stood up, pointed at He Songling, and angrily shouted:
"Impossible! He Songling, are you trying to trick me? Where is this? Maoshan! Even a three-year-old kid at the foot of the mountain can draw a talisman to play with. Are you trying to deceive us Shangqing disciples with this trick?"

Following Zheng Zibu's question, many people came back to their senses and nodded, looking at the dozens of talismans floating in the air with questioning eyes:

"Yes, how can it be so quick to draw a talisman? It doesn't require talisman paper, cinnabar, an altar, or a fast or a sacrifice. How can it be used? Isn't this just something a child draws for fun?"

Seeing that he had taken control of the situation, Zheng Zibu finally calmed down. He looked at He Songling and the dozens of talismans floating in the air in front of him and sneered:
"He Songling, we all know that your Sanyi Sect doesn't know any Taoist methods except cultivating the nature and life. If you don't know, then don't know. Being able to specialize in one method is also something worthy of admiration.

Your old mentor, the head of the Zuo sect, is praised by everyone in the world. But you? You pretend to know something when you don’t, which only brings shame to your Sanyi sect.”

"Xiao Zheng." He Songling looked at Zheng Zibu and laughed, "Why do you think this is not a real talisman? Maybe it's just because you are ignorant?"

"Impossible!" Zheng Zibu said decisively, his tone full of confidence and pride:
"What do you think a talisman is? Let me tell you, even a master like me who specializes in talismans would need several hours to complete a usable talisman. What is this?"

Zheng Zibu stood up and pointed his finger at the talisman in the air:
"Without setting up an altar, without fasting or offering sacrifices, without making any preparations in advance, you just draw talismans casually, and in just a few breaths, you draw dozens of talismans. Is it possible? If you really have this ability, the talismans that various talisman sects regard as treasures can be scattered like beans... eh?" Just as he said this, Zheng Zibu's finger had already poked a talisman in the air, and he saw He Songling with a smile on his face. Then he felt an irresistible force rising from under his feet. His body was as light as a balloon, and he rose up from the ground with a "swoosh", and then slammed into the ceiling.

"Tom!"

"Ouch!"

After the muffled sound, Zheng Zibu screamed in pain, covered his head, and his body fell down.

How could He Songling let him go? He stroked his finger and a row of floating and powerful talismans turned into streams of light and were injected into Zheng Zibu.

So Zheng Zibu was thrown into the air like a rag doll, fell down, and thrown again. This happened several times and he almost smashed a big hole in the ceiling of the lecture hall of Jiuxiao Wanfu Palace on the top of Maoshan Mountain. This was the end.

“Hiss… Ouch…”

As soon as Zheng Zibu landed on the ground, he gasped. He wanted to cover his butt, but his head hurt again. He covered his head, but his butt also hurt. In the end, he could only use one hand and one hand to cover each place, which looked extremely funny.

"Pfft..." Tian Jinzhong laughed out loud when he saw it.

But those Maoshan disciples did not laugh. Instead, they all looked terrified, with cold sweats on their faces and a chill in their hearts.

It was not surprising that Zheng Zibu was easily subdued. According to the legends about He Songling, he should be able to do it. The worst that could happen now was that they would believe the legends about He Songling that they had never believed before.

But this method of drawing talismans in the void...

It really had a huge impact on the Maoshan Taoists, it was like the Three Maoshan Patriarchs had been resurrected and walked down from the altar.

"That's impossible!" Zheng Zibu finally stopped the pain and glared at He Songling, "What kind of magic did you use?"

He Songling was finally happy.

Zheng Zibu gave a description of the Tongtian Talisman, and then he himself commented that it was "impossible" and a "demonic magic". Is there anything more interesting in the world than this?
"As you can see, the facts are right in front of you. I've already said it before. If you can't see it, it's because you're not experienced enough."

He Songling waved his hand again, and the remaining talismans also shone brightly at the same time. The effects of each of them were manifested in the void, and were confined to a spherical space about the size of a yoga ball, as if there were invisible walls around them.

This move left everyone in Maoshan, including a disciple from Longhushan and a headmaster from Maoshan, stunned.

After He Songling had set off all the talismans painted by the gods as fireworks, he came down, patted Zheng Zibu on the shoulder, and said, "Xiao Zheng, work hard. Maybe one day in the future, you will also be able to realize this ability."

(End of this chapter)