Trinity Traitor: From One Person to the Other

Chapter 311 Mr. He, what do you think? Should we go to Baiyun Temple to smash the wall, set it on fire, or pee along the wall?

"Take everyone back."

Zhang Zhiwei was not willing to deal with this group of old Beijing hooligans. He watched Zhenduo and He Songling walk to the backyard, pointing at him and spreading rumors. He frowned and waved his hand, and a ray of golden light sealed the gate.

The golden light was not as clear as usual, but rather very thick. From the outside, it looked like a piece of beeswax that completely wrapped the house, making it impossible to see what was inside.

Just this one move was enough to convince Zhen Duo.

"You really are worthy of being the future Heavenly Master. This is really the truth." Na Zhenduo challenged Thumb Up and then looked at He Songling.

"Master Zhang doesn't want to see me, Mr. He, can you please tell me how you plan to attack Baiyun Temple? Break the wall or set it on fire? Don't worry, I have experience in this. I did it when I was a child. I threw bricks along the wall and urinated in the corner. After I was done, I ran away. Those old Taoists in Baiyun Temple couldn't catch up with me."

"Bang!"

The golden light suddenly dispersed, and before it dissipated, it pulled the door of the guest room open with great force, and standing behind it was Zhang Zhiwei with a fierce look on his face.

Are these things done by humans? This gangster in Beijing is even more shameless than his mother, Lao He. Can these two scoundrels do anything good together?

They were about to set fire to Baiyun Temple. If he didn't stop them, they would set fire tonight. Tomorrow, He Songling would use his money power to send a telegram to the whole country, saying that the first-line successor to Zhang Tianshi of Longhu Mountain had burned down Baiyun Temple.

He himself was a big mouth and a master at making up gossips. He had no doubt what rumors these two grandsons could make up for him. By then, the reputation of the Sixty-four Generations of the Han Tianshi Mansion, which had been passed down for 1,900 years, would be ruined by these two grandsons.

Zhang Zhiwei was sure that if such a thing really happened, if he dared to go back, Zhang Jingqing would use the sword seal of the Tianshi Mansion's head master to strike him with lightning.

Lu Xiaobu taught us in Love Apartment that when your friends are chatting, you must never stand aside and must participate in it personally, otherwise you will never know what disgusting role they will assign you.

So Zhang Zhiwei had no choice but to quickly open the door and walk out.

"What are you two going to do?" Zhang Zhiwei's hands were shining with golden light, and he stared at Zhenduo with a ferocious villain's face and fierce eyes. "I'm warning you, don't mess around. Baiyun Temple is not a place where you can play around whenever you want, otherwise you will be buried there."

It must be said that with Zhang Zhiwei's external conditions, it would be a waste if he didn't become a world-destroying demon king. When he got ruthless, even Zhenduo, a big gangster who had been living under the imperial city for so many years, felt scared.

"Master, Heavenly Master, how can that be possible? I listen to you two. I will do whatever you two tell me to do. Just give me the money."

Zhenduo smiled and said, "My skills are not bad. If you two are really too busy, I can help you. But you have to pay me for it!"

"Your Kung Fu is just okay?"

Zhang Zhiwei raised his eyebrows and looked at He Songling.

He Songling nodded, and then Zhen Duo felt as if a huge palm appeared on his head out of thin air, as if it had traveled through time and space.

"Oh shit!"

Zhenduo screamed in fear and tried to cross his hands to block the blow, but when he raised his hands halfway, Zhang Zhiwei slapped him on the head, and the huge force pushed him down. Just as his head was about to hit the ground, Zhang Zhiwei pulled him back and let him stand firm again.

"Yes." Zhang Zhiwei nodded. "It's rare. What the Yanwutang students are capable of? They are even better than the Yanwutang head's own son, and better than his own apprentice."

Zhenduo's strength is even comparable to Shuiyun and Tian Jinzhong who was strengthened by He Songling. If he is a little stronger, he might even be comparable to He Songling's senior brother Cheng Zhen. He is indeed stronger than Senior Brother Wan who uses sword energy and Liu Deshui from Yanwu Hall.

"Don't talk nonsense. This is called Chinese martial arts. It's a special martial art used for fighting. People in the north all learn this. Don't call everyone "Yanwutang". It's so embarrassing. This is the martial arts that I learned in the official palace. It's very powerful. What's Yanwutang?"

He Songling corrected him and turned to ask Zhenduo, "Is it not that master?"

Zhenduo didn't reply. Until now, he was still standing there gasping for breath in shock. Horrible, really fucking horrible. It seemed like a simple slap, but the speed, strength, hardness and cruelty of that slap completely crushed him countless times.

He looked at the tall and ugly Taoist in front of him in horror. Are you a martial artist or am I a martial artist? Aren't you a Xuan cultivator from the south, the future Heavenly Master?

This is worse than being a gangster.

"Then he can't follow us." Zhang Zhiwei refused decisively: "We are here to discuss Taoism. Why are you bringing a bunch of thugs with you? People will think you are here to mess things up."

"Can't, can't."

Zhenduo came back to his senses at this moment, waved his hand and said: "Master Dao, Mr. He, don't think that Baiyun Temple is a place that is out of touch with the world, otherwise he would not be able to stay at the foot of this imperial city.

If someone from the palace, the royal palace, or a high-ranking official or a lady came out to burn incense and pray, they would open the gate to welcome them. After all, this is the capital, and our Qing Dynasty has been around for 300 years. The lamas who believe in Tantric Buddhism have to compete with the Lama Temple for incense. "

"really?"

"Bao Zhen, I went there when I was a kid, with my distant uncle. The emperor was still alive at that time, and the old abbot was Taoist Zhu Yuantian. He should still be the same person now." Na Zhenduo patted his chest and assured, "Who knows, maybe the people in the temple still recognize me. I promise not to cause trouble for you two."

Since the fundamental principle of the founding of Quanzhen was the integration of the three religions, many of the terms of Quanzhen were borrowed from Buddhism. Of course, as I said before, Taoism was born later than Buddhism, and Taoists have been borrowing from Buddhism since the beginning.

The head of Baiyun Temple is called Fangzhang. This is a term adapted from Buddhism and then became a term in Quanzhen Taoism. Quanzhen Taoism emphasizes that the human heart is square, and the heart of heaven is Fangzhang. Fangzhang is the title of the highest leader of the ten directions of the Quanzhen Sect of Taoism, who is responsible for spreading the Dharma and benefiting sentient beings, and preaching the scriptures.

"I didn't change it..."

Zhang Zhiwei is nearly 40 years old this year, and he has changed a lot since he was in his twenties. At least his wife has become much stricter, and her temperament has also become more dignified.

No longer so out of tune.

It can be seen from the original novel that Zhang Zhiwei who beat Wu Gensheng and Zhang Zhiwei who beat Lu Jin in the Lu family compound are in completely two different states.

He no longer played around, nor did he do scientific research on others. He started from the point of justice and righteousness. Of course, at that time, he had already experienced the Anti-Japanese War. A middle-aged uncle of 44 or 45 years old really had the demeanor of a master.

(End of this chapter)