Trinity Traitor: From One Person to the Other

Chapter 452: Help He Songling to Resurrect

"Fuck, Old Zhang, you are sick!" He Songling was so scared that his face turned pale, as if he had just opened the second level. He originally came back to tease Zhang Zhiwei for a cough, but now Zhang Zhiwei has directly called out his injuries, so aren't all the revengers here?
"Is this true? Where is Senior Brother He?" The first person to jump over was Lu Ci. He was the one who had the best relationship with He Songling among the group, except for Zhang Zhiwei. When he heard his name, he immediately ran over.

"Ouch! My dear nephew! What happened? How did you get so badly injured?"

The second person to come was the head of the Wang family. The old man ran over with an anxious look on his face, followed by the fat boy Wang Ai. Wang Ai obviously had a deep shadow on He Songling and did not dare to say a word, but when he looked at He Songling, his eyes were full of the word "retribution".

As for the head of the Wang family, he was much more direct. Back then, He Songling and Wu Man teamed up to cause trouble at the Wang family, and all the secret paintings and secret books of his family for many years were destroyed by He Songling. He had to pay compensation politely and send this evil star away.

It can be said that the hatred between the Wang family and He Songling is not much less than that between them and Wu Man.

Liang Ting had previously told us that Wu Man had been "converted" by Wu Gensheng, and that he must be trapped in the Wang family. No matter whether he was dead or alive, he would never be able to get out in this lifetime. Although the Wang family also lost their old patriarch, the father of the Wang family patriarch, they had finally resolved Wu Man's issue.

But they still couldn't do anything to He Songling.

When seeing He Songling being humiliated today, the head of the Wang family was extremely happy.

Of course, he was afraid of being beaten and did not dare to ridicule openly, but from the hypocritical action of rushing forward, anyone could see that he was very happy in his heart.

"Oh, your uncle Wang is in so much pain. It's okay, nephew. Don't worry. We will kill more devils and avenge you later! Just rest and recover here. Hey, my nephew..."

At this moment, the body of the head of the Wang family was as weak as Lin Daiyu. He slid to his knees and threw himself beside He Songling's bed, crying and wailing. If you didn't know, you would have thought there was a funeral inside.

"Hey, hey, Lao Wang, go over there."

It was unknown what day it was today, but the heads of two of the four families came to the Nisheng Hospital. Lu Xuan, the head of the Lu family, walked in from the door and touched the head of the Wang family twice.

"Xiao He, how are you? Is it affecting your health?"

Patriarch Lu's concern was much more sincere than Patriarch Wang's. "If you want to give up your martial arts, can you be the head instructor of Sanyi Sect and teach our children well? Do you think it's possible for my Jin'er to become the sect leader in the future? You can talk to Sect Leader Zuo later. Our children are good..."

Well, this guy is not as good as the head of the Wang family.

"Uncle Lu, just wait. I will bury three to five thousand kilograms of mines in your Lu family compound and blow up your house." He Songling said gritting his teeth.

"Oh, you're welcome, you're so welcome. Thanks to you, my family now has fifteen heavy machine guns, mortars, and mountain cannons, all operated by aliens. Can you get close?" Lu Xuan laughed. "Hello." The Gao family came with an elder of the same generation as the head of the family. The Northeast is far away, and it was all occupied by the Japanese. It's not convenient to come here. They simply let this elder take the lead and directly stationed a team of people in this Nisheng Hospital, thinking of taking the children away together after they recover from their injuries.

The Gao family did not have a close relationship with He Songling, but they had heard of his name and simply greeted him.

Next are the masters of the three Putuo temples.

"Amitabha, I heard that Mr. He raised the flag to fight against the Japanese, and killed more than 2,000 Japanese pirates in one battle, beheaded dozens of Japanese jonin and ninja heads, and nearly a hundred ordinary ninjas. He really raised the prestige of our country."

Although the three Putuo temples have always been ranked side by side, Puji Temple is generally recognized as the leader. The abbot of Puji Temple also stood in the middle, with the abbot of the Jade Buddha Hall of Fayu Temple and the abbot of the Buddha Peak of Huiji Temple standing on his left and right.

The abbot of Puji Temple put his hands together and bowed deeply: "Congratulations to the donor for his righteousness! Your light will shine through the ages! Don't worry, this is a proper Mahayana Buddhist scripture for salvation. I guarantee that the donor will ascend to heaven soon and be reborn into a wealthy and noble family in the next life. Come, two brothers, let's recite it together!"

"Pleasant Goat, Beautiful Goat, Lazy Goat, Soft Goat, Red Wolf and Gray Wolf..."

"Wrong, wrong!" the abbot shouted in time: "Not this, say that, that!"

"Oh, the temple is complete, and the relief will be completed. The host is pious, and burns incense and worships~"

The three old monks formed a triangle, surrounding He Songling's bed in the middle, clasped their hands together, and chanted: "All the people under the altar, all chant the holy name. The sea of ​​suffering is surging, and the evil has brought them upon themselves, and the people are unable to wake up at all. If people do not recite Amitabha, they have lived in vain in this world~~"

While chanting sutras and scattering rice and steamed buns, Lu Ci was considerate enough to pull the quilt over He Songling. The younger people from Tianshi Mansion and Maoshan nearby brought wreaths, tents and funeral couplets from outside, wore mourning hats, knelt down and cried, "Oh my brother..."

Zhang Zhiwei was the most eager to see the situation. He took out a piece of wood from his arms and said, "Hey, this is a thousand-year-old lightning-struck jujube wood. It has the effect of warding off evil spirits and exorcising ghosts. Come, Wang Ai, come and carve a tablet for your Senior Brother He!"

"Okay!" After Wang Ai said that, he took out a huge brush from somewhere and wrote He Songling's name and date of birth on it with great flying strokes. You have to say, it is worthy of being a legacy of Danqing school, the handwriting is really beautiful.

"You bastards..." He Songling felt his head getting more and more dizzy after being treated like this. He wished he could pull out a half-finished time house and pull them all in so that they could enjoy the same treatment as Gu Jiting.

"Wait a minute?" He Songling shook his head desperately. Time House?
He suddenly realized that something was wrong. Zhang Zhiwei was taking it for granted. Lu Ci and Lu Xuan were familiar with him. The Wang family had a grudge against him. It would be fine if it was a little abstract, but he had never met the Gao family before. The three temples in Putuo were full of eminent monks who came down the mountain to eliminate demons in order to save all living beings. How could they do such abstract things?
Besides, how could this little fat boy Wang Ai know his own date of birth and the master's sutra? How could he sing Pleasant Goat? I didn't feel anything just now, but now I feel like I can hear Guo Degang's voice everywhere in my ears?
Are you here to perform "Funeral Party" for me?
He Songling immediately realized that something was wrong. It was because his body was not strong enough to suppress his innate spirit that had been aroused and activated. And this incredible scene must have aroused the rebellion of the "Heavenly Devil Spell of Transmutation".

He Songling figured out what was going on and immediately let out a muffled groan. He mobilized the Nascent Soul in his Dantian, as well as the method of controlling the soul that he and the Dark Lord had discussed in Europe, in order to drag his spirit back to its normal position.

(End of this chapter)