Trinity Traitor: From One Person to the Other

Chapter 256: Shandong He Family, Revisiting the Old Place

"Oh, you're too polite, nephew!"

Although He Songling gained great benefits from Maoshan, Maoshan did not suffer any loss either.

After all, the ancestors' methods are too high. Not to mention their young disciples, even the current head of Maoshan, Yang Zhenren, is far from being able to comprehend the immortal methods passed down by the Great Lord Mao.

This is the advantage of being a god with a legacy. If it's something like the Nine-Curved Cave or the Deathly Hallows, it's true that there's no limit to what you can comprehend, and it's also true that ordinary people would go crazy if they went in and saw it.

If they don't have the strength, letting them see these "miracles" and "immortal traces" will do more harm than good.

But He Songling is different from the Three Mao Patriarchs.

He is the best in the world in terms of Taoism, and is proficient in the cultivation of the mind and life of the Xuanmen, the magic spells and talismans of the Taoist school, the poison and sorcery of the Miaojiang, the assassination and poisoning of the Tang Sect, the signature skills of the four families, the strange array of the sorcerer, and the Jianghu method of reversing the eight directions.

Endlessly.

Coupled with the understanding of the changes in the modern era, some basic principles of natural science, Western magic, and black magic, it is simply a universal treasure trove. Not to mention these young disciples, even the head of Maoshan can learn a lot from it.

Although it is still far from the level of "becoming an immortal", it can improve the combat effectiveness of the people in Maoshan. This is equivalent to Maoshan exchanging the future with He Songling for the present. To be honest, no one loses.

"We Shangqing and Sanyi can visit each other more often and learn from each other!" The head of Maoshan did not shamelessly say that he wanted to interfere in He Songling's worldly business, although he really wanted to do so.

But considering that this was their first meeting, they had only known each other for three days, and there were even some unpleasantness in the beginning, how could they possibly give them a business worth hundreds of thousands of dollars?
The head of Maoshan still has some dignity.

Even if he was shameless, he would be dumbfounded if He Songling asked what they could do.

The Maoshan Taoist priests were very famous and had great skills, but they could not help with worldly business. Even the superstitious jobs of assigning a Taoist priest to ensure safety and avoid evil spirits had long been taken away by the Tianshi Mansion.

However, the two sects are different in that they interact and learn from each other. In terms of inheritance, the Shangqing Sect still has absolute confidence.

"Okay, that's settled."

He Songling's behavior made the Maoshan Sect Master feel at ease. He didn't even ask the Sect Master about the cooperation between the two sects. It was obvious that he was already the leader of the Sanyi Sect. This was considered a good bet.

"Farewell!"

"Farewell!"

He Songling took Tian Jinzhong down the mountain and headed north.

After stopping and walking along the way, it took another ten days to arrive in Shandong.

Shandong is a place that is quite special to He Songling. The He family he was born into in this life was originally a landlord in Shandong. In order to escape the war, they headed south, but were eventually wiped out by the Qing army.

He Songling started with his wisdom and remembered a little bit. He led Tian Jinzhong to explore and inquire, and finally came to the garden of the He family. However, at this time, the old site of his family had already become a foreign church.

After visiting, I learned that when the He family moved away, this place was occupied by the Qing government. Later, foreigners came in and occupied Shandong territory until the demise of the Qing Dynasty.

It's ironic that although it was an occupation, it was managed unexpectedly well. The Germans really treated Shandong as their own territory and used all the good things they had.

Therefore, the living environment of the people is actually better than that in the Qing Dynasty.

He Songling shook his head. This period of modern history was really humiliating. The foreigners were certainly not good people, but the Qing Dynasty was just as bad. In the end, he said nothing and did nothing, and just left.

"Senior Brother He, this..." Tian Jinzhong saw He Songling's mood and wanted to say something, but was interrupted by He Songling.

"You don't need to say anything else. What we need to do most now is for our own people to stand up. It is unrealistic to expect mercy from others."

He Songling waved his hands, and became more resolute. Even if he grew up to be the strongest man in the world, he still couldn't save the country. Only they could really save the country.

"Let Senior Brother Dongshan find a way to support them more."

He Songling was thinking this when he suddenly heard shouting coming from the road.

"Hey, little girl, you're just a little girl, and you go to a foreign church school every day. Why do you want to be a whore for foreigners?"

Three sturdy men surrounded a female student who seemed to have just finished school and forced her to the corner of a country road outside the city.

The leader showed a sinister smile and slowly approached her. He grinned and said, "How can we, Lao Zhong's people, be played with by foreigners? The Qing Dynasty is gone! I tell you, Lao Zhong's women must be played with by Lao Zhong's people."

The female student was obviously from a scholarly family. She was so frightened by this hooligan that she forgot to scream, or perhaps she couldn't even scream. Anyway, her face turned pale, her body went limp, she hugged her chest on the ground, shook her head and backed away.

But it was obvious that this level of resistance was nothing to the three strong men.

The burly man in the lead reached out to grab the female student, but she screamed and scratched him, leaving two bloody marks on his face.

"Damn it, you stinky cousin, if you don't accept my toast, you'll have to drink a forfeit, right?"

The sturdy man at the head was furious. He waved his hand and called to the two people behind him, "Hold this little girl down. We won't wait any longer. I'm going to kill her right here today!"

"Ah, brother, that's not good. What if the foreigners..." The younger brother next to him hesitated.

"Not good at all, what about the foreigners? Did you learn martial arts for nothing?"

The leading burly man slapped him on the back of the head and cursed: "Three or five foreigners, even if they have guns, can they beat us? Even if we tell others about it, we will still be considered as fighting against the foreign invaders, and we will still be heroes!"

"Then this little girl..."

"Of course the foreigners are worse than pigs and dogs. They raped our old Zhong's daughter. At least two or three churches should be destroyed." The leading burly man sneered.

The other two also laughed.

"Understand my command, big brother!" The two men moved forward, one on the left and one on the right, and grabbed the female student's arms. No matter how she struggled, it was of no use.

"Brother, this woman is so pretty, with such elastic skin!" The younger brother who was holding the female student's arm drooled at the beauty in his hand, "Can I..."

"Hahaha, sure! You two just line up behind me!" The burly man in the lead waved his hand generously.

"Thank you, big brother!" The two were overjoyed and were about to help "big brother" take off the female student's clothes.

But their hands were only half extended and they could no longer move.

"who?"

No one answered, but a huge force came and hung the two of them in the sky.

(End of this chapter)