Trinity Traitor: From One Person to the Other

Chapter 453 He Songling spent all his wealth to support the War of Resistance. He is truly a role model for our generation!

"Woo..."

A gust of wind blew up, causing everyone surrounding He Songling's bed to take a few steps back.

It’s not that these people’s strength couldn’t withstand such a gust of wind, but since some time ago, they found that He Songling’s eyes were empty, as if he was absent-minded.

Now a gust of evil wind is blowing on his body. It is well known in the underworld that this person behaves strangely. Who knows what kind of trouble he can cause. It is better to hide first.

"The injury has worsened."

Zhang Zhiwei had seen He Songling's spirit go out of control at Baiyun Temple, and he knew what was going on at the time. Although he didn't know the reason, he understood that He Songling's spirit was showing signs of going out of control again.

"Seniors, please give me a hand!"

Zhang Zhiwei himself was also seriously injured and had not recovered. According to the original book, he would not be able to get out of bed for half a year, and he could not say whether his body had fully recovered. Although his injuries were relatively minor, he was far from being able to recover to his full strength in such a short time, so he could only call on others to help.

"Amitabha!"

The three eminent monks from the three Putuo temples chanted the Buddha's name in unison, placed one hand in front of their chest and stretched out the other hand. The Buddhist skills gushed out from their palms, forming a huge "卐" character. Then, under the swastika, the image of Guanyin Bodhisattva appeared.

The Bodhisattva held the pure bottle in one hand, pulled out a willow branch, and sprinkled willow branch nectar. The faint Buddhist light was constantly calming the fluctuations in He Songling's body.

"Purification Talisman, go!" Without saying anything, several elders from Mount Mao took out a stack of talismans from their arms, ignited them with Qi, and threw them at He Songling. The talisman, which had burned to ashes, condensed into the shape of the characters on the talisman in mid-air and stuck to the Niwan Palace in He Songling's upper dantian. A stream of cool Qi continued to flow down.

"Old Lu, come together?"

"Well, come on."

Patriarch Wang and Patriarch Lu did not do anything fancy. They just placed their hands, one on the left and one on the right, on the key acupoints of He Songling's meridians. The Qi was like a wave, continuously inputting into his meridians. They were doing the same thing as Zhang Zhiwei had done at Baiyun Temple in the capital, using Qi to help He Songling stabilize and organize his meridians.

The principle is very simple. All the chaos comes from Qi. Since the Qi is in chaos, if we help it to be suppressed and calmed down, it will be able to return to its original state quickly. This is just like when treating an illness, if there is no specific medicine, continuously injecting nutrients to reduce inflammation and maintain vital signs will also help people recover.

Lu Ci was just a junior and could only stand aside and watch with Zhang Zhiwei who was still seriously injured.

As for the people from the Northeast Gao family, although they did not take action, they took out two ginsengs, which looked almost human-shaped, and had a lifespan of at least several hundred years, and a thousand years was not impossible. They were ready at any time, and if He Songling really couldn't hold on, they would stuff the ginsengs into his mouth to keep him alive.

Fortunately, things were not that bad. After all, this group of people were the top people in Lao Zhong's alien world, no, in the alien world of the whole world. If they could not be suppressed, the thousand-year-old ginseng would be of no use.

He Songling felt his vision becoming increasingly blurred, but he understood in his heart that this was a state of gradually returning from illusion to reality, and he felt at ease. Then, with the help of several people, he continued to practice the methods of Nascent Soul and Spirit, and gradually, the scene before his eyes began to become clear again.

The kind-looking monk, the Taoist who killed the evil spirits, the tall visitor from outside the Great Wall, the head of the Wang family with a fake smile, and the slippery head of the Lu family.

"This is much more real now, but it's really boring. It's not as fun as the illusion." He Songling muttered, gathered all the scattered Qi into his body, and exhaled a long breath of turbid air, directly dispersing the Guanyin Bodhisattva and Shangqing talismans floating above his face from the three Putuo temples. "Wake up, wake up!"

Lu Ci grabbed the corner of Zhang Zhiwei's clothes and jumped up and down.

He was happy today. He Songling and Zhang Zhiwei were his peers. No, they had grown to this age and were now young or middle-aged. It could be said that these two were the people he admired the most not only among his peers, but also among all the people Lu Ci had ever met - after all, he had not met Tang Bingwen at that time.

It was a double blessing for him to meet these two people at the same time.

"My dear nephew, you are finally awake."

Sure enough, although the head of the Wang family had a "grudge" against He Songling, he also made a lot of money relying on the Ni Sheng Group. What's more, he was the dignified old head of the Wang family. Even if he might be a little incompetent, it depended on who he was compared with. It was impossible for him to not even do some superficial work - only a fool like Wang Bing could do such a thing.

His smile now was much more real than what He Songling saw in the illusion. Even when Wang Ai was lying on the bed, he might not have been able to make such a worried expression. "How is it? Were you seriously injured in the battle with the devils, or were you tricked by those ninjas? Are you feeling unwell now?"

Look at him, his words are sincere and his expression is worried, this is what a real father is like.

"Okay, thank you all for the rescue." He Songling looked around. It was the first time he met the monks from the three temples in Putuo. As soon as he opened his eyes, they rescued him. It was not fun to be abstract, so he could only say it seriously.

"I am not feeling well today. When I recover, I will come to thank you."

"Amitabha, Mr. He is too polite." The abbot of Puji Temple put his hands together and chanted a Buddhist name: "Mr. He spent all his wealth to fight against the Japanese and eliminate traitors. He is truly a role model for us. Today, we are honored to be able to protect a young hero like Mr. He and do our best to help him."

"No?" He Songling's heart skipped a beat. "What do you mean by spending all the family wealth?"

Although he hated the trouble of managing a huge group and was ruthless about killing the Japanese, it did not mean that he had to make himself poor.

It's not that I didn't try my best, but after all, Baldy is the one who is primarily responsible for this matter. It hasn't come to the worst, so there's no need for me to spend all my wealth, right?

What else can I do? We have no money in this day and age. Do I have to scrape my shit with a bamboo stick?

"Hey, Xiao He, I know you're aloof, but you don't have to pretend with us. We're not strangers."

Lu Xuan patted He Songling's shoulder with admiration, "We all know what happened. You invested all the money of your company into the war. You are definitely the greatest contributor among us aliens."

"Mr. He is righteous!"

The elders of Maoshan and Gao family also bowed in unison, and Lu Ci jumped even more happily in the back: "Brother He, well done, well done!"

"Don't be so good yet. I don't feel very well." He Songling shook his head. He had clearly controlled his spirit, but he felt even more groggy than before. "Everyone, please go back first. I will visit everyone one by one tomorrow. I'll make a phone call first."

(End of this chapter)