Trinity Traitor: From One Person to the Other

Chapter 276 Maxim, the Merciful Gatlin

Congratulations Batman Songling is online.

This sentence silenced the master and disciples of Mo Men.

Including the cooks and cleaners, there are less than 20 people in their sect, and they are all part-time students. How much money can a group of engineering geeks who live in the mountains and do carpentry work make?

But the Mo Sect was not like the Sanyi Sect where people could practice by squatting and meditating without consuming any consumables. On the contrary, they needed a lot of money to buy materials to make mechanisms and refine magic tools.

Moreover, even for the Trinity Sect, Zuo Ruotong also emphasized Dharma, friends, wealth and land. Only for a sect like the Three Demons Sect, there is really no other way. They don't so urgently need money for cultivation, so they make themselves look poor.

Money is a good thing, everyone wants it. I am not a psychopath, I don't pretend to despise money, unless your house is a dry septic tank recycling compost.

"You have..." Zhang Xuan really wanted to ask He Songling how much money he had, but when He Songling flipped his hand, a pocket appeared in front of them.

"Bore!"

The heavy object fell to the ground, making a sound of metal clashing. This bag was probably the size of the bag of dollars that Zhang Huaiyi hid on Mount Longhu, but when the master and disciple of Momen opened the bag, they found that their eyes were filled with golden light.

They are all small yellow croakers, weighing about 20 to 30 kilograms.

This would cost nearly ten million based on the gold price in the 21st century. Of course, there isn't that much nowadays, but prices are also low nowadays!
"Two or three hundred taels of gold..." Chief Mo's eyes almost became square and he almost couldn't hold back his saliva.

According to the exchange rate in the early years of the Republic of China, one small yellow croaker could be exchanged for thirty or forty yuan. Two or three hundred small yellow croakers would be worth about ten thousand yuan.

Nowadays, due to the collapse of the "legal currency" and gold yuan financial system caused by the bald man, a small yellow croaker can be exchanged for one hundred or even more than one hundred silver dollars. This small bag is worth nearly thirty thousand silver dollars.

Compared with the 100,000 yuan that He Songling and others gave him this time, the amount was indeed a bit small. But Mo Men was not a big sect after all, and the person He Songling wanted to win over was only Zhang Xuan.

Moreover, gold is a hard currency, a currency recognized by the whole world, and it cannot be compared with the things that bald people come up with. Anyone with a little intelligence knows that this thing will only become more and more valuable. Now a gold bar is only worth one hundred dollars, will it be worth one thousand in the future? It is very likely to be worth ten thousand dollars.

Master Mo almost exhausted all his willpower, and even used the transformation mechanism on his body, to restrain the urge to shout at Zhang Xuan, "You are expelled from the sect, go, follow Mr. He", and said with difficulty:

"Since Mr. He has this idea, let's have a competition."

Then he pulled his apprentice over and told him, "Take it easy for a while. If we lose, we'll just consider it a win. There are two or three hundred gold bars, enough to buy a lot of materials! At worst, you can just go back to Sanyi Gate with him and stay there for a while. It won't be a loss anyway."

"Okay, let's go on." Zhang Xuan nodded.

"Hey, why are you so obedient this time?" Mo Menchang had a strange look on his face. He was really not used to not listening to Zhang Xuan arguing with him.

"You sold me out, what right do I have to speak?" Zhang Xuan sighed, "Old man, if you still care about the relationship between master and apprentice, then you can give me one or two hundred of those yellow croakers, so that our time together is not in vain."

"Screw you, you are the master and I am the master, you are saying this as if I am your apprentice and I betrayed you." Mo Men blew his beard and glared angrily, "I will give you one or two hundred gold bars, there are less than three hundred gold bars in total!"

"Brother Zhang Xuan, don't be discouraged. How about this? Don't you want to see Liang Ting's mechanical skills? If you can beat me, I will take you to see Liang Ting." He Songling said from the side: "He probably can't beat me."

This was still a modest statement. No matter how arrogant Liang Ting was, he only did some evil to ordinary people or small sects. He never dared to provoke Zuo Ruotong or Zhang Jingqing, and these two people were now unable to beat He Songling. The head of the Mo family and Zhang Xuan obviously knew this truth. Zhang Xuan, who had a dull look on his face just now, suddenly had a light in his eyes, "Really? Then I have to go all out."

"Come on, I'll give you two hours to prepare."

Two hours later, the master and his disciple of Mo Men came out pushing something that looked like a fortress. Beside it were countless mechanical expansion machines, catapults, mechanical beasts, and mechanical puppets.

The noise was so loud that it alarmed the entire Mo Sect. Everyone stood on the wall and looked down with Tian Jinzhong.

Someone else asked Tian Jinzhong, "Master Tian, ​​in your opinion, who will win?"

"This is not a question of who will win." Tian Jinzhong shook his head: "Why don't you bet on how long they can hold on to Senior Brother He? I guess it won't be more than five minutes."

"That's a big statement." Someone from the Mo Sect immediately disagreed: "We all know that He Songling is very powerful. Even if we use tricks, we can't beat him in a fight. We all admit that."

He had to admit it. The news that the sect leader and Zhang Xuan, the second best contestant in the sect's mechanical arts, were pinned to the ground as soon as they met had already spread.

"But, it was agreed that this match would only be about mechanical devices. As far as we know, Mr. He has never met a mechanical device master, and he doesn't know any mechanical devices. Even if he could buy some mechanical devices, could they be better than the secret teachings of our Mo Sect?"

"The mechanism we bought is not as good as your Mo Sect. Do you think so?" Tian Jinzhong looked at the people from Mo Sect next to him with a strange expression.

The Mohist sect members said as a matter of course: "Nonsense, our Mohist sect is inherited from the Mohist school of the pre-Qin period..."

"Eat shit, sir. It's a bureau, why are you talking about your age?"

Following Tian Jinzhong's words, He Songling, who was standing in front of the Mo Menzhang and Zhang Xuan's mobile fortress, waved his hand and used the space technique to take out four tubular objects. Two large thick tubes and two six thin tubes.

Two Maxims and two Gatlings.

"Old Sect Leader, you Mo Sect are friends, and I also value brother Zhang Xuan's talent, so I won't use anything with great power."

He Songling was telling the truth. He took out four heavy machine guns to give Mo Men enough face. Otherwise, just like when he fought the Medicine Fairy Meeting, he would have taken out two mountain cannons and flattened the entire Mo Men.

As for other sects, although He Songling relied on his innate soul and the third level of reverse life to crush them, he never thought of underestimating his opponents, except for this mechanical master...

It’s not that He Songling looked down on them. Before he traveled through time, he had even seen a space station. It was really hard to expect him to take these wooden oxen and flowing horses seriously.

"You two, are you ready? I'm about to start."

There were four heavy machine guns, two on the ground and two in the air. As He Songling finished speaking, they began to spurt out evil flames.

"Thud, tug, tug, tug, tug..."

(End of this chapter)