Trinity Traitor: From One Person to the Other

Chapter 761: Immortals Cannot See Immortals
After ten of the thirty-six thieves entered the cave together, He Songling originally thought that he could fish outside, just wait for them to come out and then give them a few words of encouragement.

Unexpectedly, in just a moment, a pillar of light rose up from the Jiuqu Panhuan Cave to the sky.

"Immortal energy? No, immortal magic."

He Songling's eyes became solemn.

In his previous life, he had never seen how those people in the Jiuqu Panhuan Cave comprehended their own unique skills, but he was sure that it would not be like this.

The gushing beam of light is not the innate Qi at all, but "immortal magic", which can be explained as the immortal's methods, laws, and a collection of rules that mortals cannot understand.

If it was simply the gushing of innate Qi, it could be understood as "Zhang Boduan's miraculous skill" being loaded and activated, triggering the "Tao" and methods of these people, and infusing them with innate Qi, building a ladder to the innate for them.

But if it is the law that is gushing out, that would be wrong.

You have spilled out all the letters left by the immortal. What are the people learning from them?
"Something's wrong." He Songling pulled Lu Huizhong behind him, reached out and took out two cannons, one aimed at the pillar of light that reached the sky, and the other at the Jiuqu Panhuan Cave. If there really was a god who endangered the lives of himself and his wife, he would have to apologize to the ten people below.

"boom!"

He Songling never did anything that threatened others first, he always liked to take action first. Without saying anything, he fired directly, and the bomb landed on the mountain wall next to Jiuqu Panhuan Cave, creating a huge crater. The ten people in the cave were blown to pieces, their brains were almost shaken.

But they found that the beam of light actually blocked the door, and they could neither go in nor out. They could only stay here, confused and anxious.

He Songling put away the American heavy mortar and replaced it with a heavy artillery. He was afraid that Zhang Boduan, a country bumpkin from the Northern Song Dynasty, had never seen the power of a cannon, and was also afraid that if he used the heavy artillery directly, it would kill ten people in the cave on the spot, so he could only use the heavy mortar to show the power of this thing.

After all, Zhang Boduan is a god, so he should understand that the big ones are more powerful than the small ones.

It was only at this point that He Songling spoke up: "What the hell, are you sane? Mind your own business, or I'll blow you to pieces."

His words were not simply ones of innate spiritual fluctuations and innate Qi vibrations, which were sent from the sky far away to the range of the light column rising from the Jiuqu Panhuan Cave, ensuring that even a mechanism left behind by a god could understand what he meant.

"Haha, don't be nervous, little Taoist friend. I mean no harm."

As soon as the words fell, an old man's voice was heard.

He Songling glanced at Lu Huizhong and found that she had no intention of hearing anyone talking. He knew that this was a pure conversation between immortals.

"Then I have no ill intentions." He Songling did not believe a single word of this nonsense, and waved his hand to add five more cannons. If these cannons were fired together, it would not be possible to blow up the 24-section valley, but the Qi Bureau of the 24-section valley would definitely be blown up. Without this Qi Bureau, the 24-section valley would be nothing more than an ordinary mountain.

"Then how can I gain your trust?" The old man's voice sounded a little helpless.

"Just go back and do what you need to do. I'll trust you."

"I have nothing to do. I am not a living person, not even a remnant soul, just a memory." The old man heard this and said, "What these young people who broke in can understand is their own fate. I have no obligation to teach them. In fact, I shouldn't have shown up in the first place."

"Blame me?" He Songling said with a pout.

"That's right." The old man was so shameless that he admitted it just like that: "I am just a little bit of Taoism attached to the letter left by the owner of this place. I have no intelligence and cannot move freely. If it weren't for the inspiration of Taoist friend, the true immortal, I would have slowly disappeared with the passage of time on the letter left on the mountain wall."

"Are you... Zhang Boduan?" So far, no human immortal has been able to live forever. Zhang Sanfeng is dead, so how can an old man like you from the Northern Song Dynasty be immortal?
"It's just a memory, and it also contains some of my thoughts." The old man's identity was exposed, so he stopped pretending: "Every word I said is true. I really didn't intend to leave any image for future generations. I just recorded what I realized."

"Um……"

What the old man said was not impossible. The books left by the immortals all have the charm of immortals. Not to mention that what Zhang Boduan left in Jiuqu Panhuan Cave was originally the truth of "teaching people to be human" and "teaching people to become immortals". Back then, he wrote "Wu Zhen Pian" and "Yuqing Jinxie Qinghua Secret Text Jinbao Nei Liandan Jue" in the deep mountains of Qinling Mountains. When he became an immortal, he naturally revealed his own Taoist charm.

Even descendants thousands of years later could find a way to heaven just by reading the book on the stone wall, not to mention the original book left by Zhang Boduan. It was not impossible, even very likely, that all the Dao rhyme in it was stimulated by himself and reproduced the memory of Master Ziyang when he just wrote the book.

Not to mention the gods, in the West, this kind of memory can be easily created by a relatively advanced magician with the help of alchemy. He Songling's good friend Taber even used this thing as a memo.

But even if what the old man said was true, he had no credibility. Not to mention Zhang Boduan's memory of Dao Yun, even if Zhang Boduan himself stood in front of him, he was not trustworthy.

There aren't many gods, and there's no real heaven like in Journey to the West. There are even few records of gods meeting each other. It's like the law of the dark forest. It's hard to say whether whoever meets will die. Fortunately, I have a cannon in my hand. If it were an ancient background, I would have to run away at my level.

"I just wanted to have a chat with my fellow Taoist. Generally, immortals have their own enlightenment sites. Every immortal has a different way of becoming an immortal, so we usually don't meet in other people's Taoist sites. This is what is called 'different paths, no mutual plans'. I never thought I would run into a true immortal in my ruins."

Zhang Boduan's words did clear up He Songling's confusion. No wonder he had no interest in the 36 thieves' oath of brotherhood from the beginning, and he didn't want to ask who leaked the list. Later, when he came to Jiuqu Panhuan Cave, he didn't want to go in to find out what was going on.

He thought that he had become an immortal, had passed all the levels, and that there were no more secrets in the world of extraordinary people. This was indeed reasonable, but it did not make Congratulations to Song Ling.

He Songling's personality is such that he would always stir up some trouble for no reason, and then eat melon seeds and watch the fun on the side. How could he have no interest in the thirty-six thieves and the strange skills of the Nine-bend Panhuan Cave?
Perhaps it is just as Zhang Boduan said, the immortals have different paths and cannot work together.

(End of this chapter)