Trinity Traitor: From One Person to the Other

Chapter 2 Three sentences made Zuo Rutong break the century-old sect rules for me
He Songling seemed to have had a very long dream, in which he experienced the short life of a child.

The He family, an ordinary wealthy peasant family in Shandong, was blessed with a son and held a banquet to entertain the whole village. Everyone felt that the He family had a successor and had hope.

However, the situation was chaotic, with foreign enemies, the Qing government, mountain bandits, and thieves, and the people were living in misery. In order to continue the life of the only son of the He family, the He family finally decided to go south to the southeast and make a living in the rich coastal areas. Whether it was farming or doing business, they could finally live a peaceful life for two days.

But where is peace in this world?

Finally, the He family, along with some other migrating people, encountered Qing Dynasty soldiers who were killing innocent people to claim credit on a mountain road in Fujian.

Parents, relatives, uncles, aunts and sisters in the same profession, all fell under the butcher's knife.

Fortunately, the family was relatively wealthy and had a carriage. The mother stuffed herself into a swaddling cloth and hid under the straw on the carriage. She did not dare to look in her direction until she was shot to death by a Qing soldier. But she eventually fell on her own body.

The soldiers went to catch those who had escaped, and he was awakened by the shock of his mother's body falling, and crawled out crying. The two-year-old child had just learned to walk and talk, and had no idea why the adults slept on their stomachs, nor did he understand what the red sticky liquid was.

He only knew that his father ignored him, and his mother ignored him too. A great fear lingered in his heart. In this bloody scene, his soul was separated from him and he died.

At this moment, his soul fell from the sky like an ice cone, carrying the fragments of the child's soul and drilling into his body again.

He Songling felt an endless darkness before his eyes, as if he could never escape from this void. Suddenly, a stream of white mist rose up and slowly formed a human shape.

By the way, Zuo Rutong!

As soon as I thought of this, a sharp pain came into my head.

"Uh……"

The sound of a child's cry of pain echoed throughout the house.

"woke up?"

The young man's clear voice rang out. He Songling opened his eyes and looked towards the place where the voice came from. He saw him lying on the bed, and a boy about fifteen or sixteen years old was sitting on the chair opposite him.

The young man had grey-brown hair on top of his head, but the area from his occipital bone downwards was shaved clean off, leaving only a few stubbles of grey hair.

"My name is Shuiyun, a disciple of the Trinity Sect. I don't know whether to say you are lucky or unlucky. My master happened to come back from the coast after finishing his business and saved your life."

"Thank you, Brother Shuiyun." He Songling said weakly, "It is my blessing to be saved by Master Zuo. Brother Shuiyun, can you pass on a message for me? I want to see Master Zuo."

"Okay, but I can't say whether the master has time to see you." The people of Sanyi Sect are always friendly and kind. Even if the child shouted that he wanted to see the head of Sanyi Sect, Shuiyun didn't show any surprise, but agreed immediately.

"Rest here in the lower courtyard first. I'll go up the mountain and pass on the message to you."

After Shuiyun finished speaking, he stood up and left.

He Songling struggled to get up and paced around the famous Sanyi Gate Lower Courtyard. Many people were working, carrying buckets and filling huge water tanks with water; some were chopping wood with axes and tying them into bundles.

Everyone's eyes were filled with longing to get started and nervousness about whether they could get started.

He Songling was an idle man with no heavy burdens, which made him very different from the students who were preparing to be disciples in the lower academy. He would eat when food came, play with people who teased him, and sleep when he was tired.

After three or five days, He Songling felt that his body had recovered, but there was always a sense of disharmony in his soul, probably because the child's residual soul had not been integrated well.

Until this day, Zuo Ruotong arrived with a young man with waist-length hair and a gentle face. Zuo Ruotong was really humble. When He Songling said he wanted to meet him, he just walked to the lower house.

When the gatekeeper arrived, the person in charge of the lower house naturally hurriedly invited the two into the lobby and served them tea.

After taking a sip of tea, the young man asked, "Master, are you here to take in the child?"

Zuo Ruotong shook his head, "No. He is very young and his family was wiped out. I plan to arrange for him to live with one of our benefactors first, and then send him to a suitable sect when he grows up."

"Why?" The young man was obviously stunned for a moment, "He has no talent? Can you tell his talent at the age of two?"

"Not talented enough?" Zuo Ruotong smiled and stared at the boy beside him: "Cheng Zhen, his talent is a hundred times better than yours, even a hundred times better than mine."

Zuo Ruotong looked up at the sky and said quietly, "A two-year-old child can clearly see my Qi. Do you know what this means? If he was born a few decades earlier and was the first to become my disciple and become Cheng Zhen, I'm afraid I wouldn't want to accept any of you who came after me as my disciples."

"So exaggerated?" The young man named "Cheng Zhen" was obviously stunned for a moment, "Then why don't you accept him? According to you, this child's aptitude is worthy of the 'third level' realm!"

"Hey, triple level? That may not be the case." Zuo Ruotong shook his head. "Although he has high qualifications, his heart is not sincere. He can call out my name and even knows my identity. According to the news from Shuiyun in the lower house, someone asked him how he knew it, but he said that everyone in the southeast knows my name."

"Your name is indeed..." Cheng Zhen was about to say something, but suddenly stopped, "Yes, we have already investigated this child's background. His ancestors were ordinary farmers, and his family was barely wealthy. He came to the southeast to avoid the chaos of war. How could he know your name?"

Zuo Ruotong's name was only known in the circle of extraordinary people. In the ears of ordinary people, he was just a famous charlatan in a local Taoist temple in Fujian, who could deceive many wealthy people into paying for incense. He Songling came from an ordinary family, a farmer, and a northerner. How could a two-year-old child know the three words Zuo Ruotong?
Does He Songling know this truth? Of course he knows. But he has no choice. No matter how "sincere" he is, he can't be so sincere as to tell Zuo Ruotong that I came from the past. In the future, your Sanyi Sect will be destroyed under your rule, right?

No matter how good Zuo Rutong's temper was, he would just treat him as a frightened child and throw him to Jishidiang at the foot of the mountain.

"Yes, the road to the third level is so slim. In the past three hundred years, hasn't our Sanyi Sect produced a stunning genius? But in the end, no one can explain what the third level is." Zuo Ruotong sighed: "It can be seen that although talent is important, refining the heart is even more important... This child, hey."

Cheng Zhen looked up and saw He Songling standing at the door. Upon seeing the two of them, he immediately knelt down and kowtowed, saying, "He Songling thanks Master Zuo for his kindness and generosity. I kowtow to Master Zuo!"

Cheng Zhen stepped forward and pulled He Songling up, "Child, the ground is so cold, get up quickly."

"Hey." He Songling smiled and said, "Thank you, Senior Brother!"

"Hey, I'm not your senior brother." Cheng Zhen quickly took two steps back and let go of He Songling's hand.

"He Songling." Zuo Rutong, who was sitting on the left armchair, spoke. As soon as he spoke, it was as if a mountain collapsed and rushed towards him, making people breathless.

Under such momentum, no matter who you are, no matter how deep your true nature is hidden, it will be exposed. This is human instinct.

He Songling is no exception.

But his reaction was totally different from what Zuo Ruotong had imagined. Zuo Ruotong thought he would show panic, anger, doubt, etc., but he didn't expect that with a "thump", He Songling lay on the ground and began to pretend to be a corpse. In fact, this is He Songling's nature. As a college student in the 21st century, he is essentially a coward, and he will throw a tantrum if he disagrees with something. Use your momentum to intimidate me? If you intimidate me, I will sleep.

Zuo Rutong thought that He Songling would not be able to pretend for long, but he actually lay on the ground for half an hour. Not only was he not pretending at all, his breathing was even and he slept much better than Zuo Rutong.

"Pfft."

Cheng Zhen couldn't help laughing out loud. Cheng Zhen's laughter made Zuo Rutong's face darken, and he was so angry that he almost dropped out of the state of reverse life three.

At this time, he was only in his early forties, and had just decided to stay in the state of the second level. After maintaining the state of reverse life for a long time, it was inevitable that he would be upset, and he was stimulated by this scene, and he almost couldn't help but break his state.

“What are you laughing at!” Zuo Ruotong angrily shot out a ball of Qi, hitting He Songling’s acupuncture point and waking him up. “He Songling, those Qing soldiers who killed your parents and relatives are tied up outside the door right now. You decide how to deal with them!”

He Songling, who had just woken up, had no time to react. Upon hearing this, a murderous look appeared on his little face.

If it were the He Songling of the past, he would never take any action. Since he had already been caught, it would be entirely up to Zuo Rutong to decide how to deal with him.

But ever since he experienced the life of the child from the He family, he always felt that since he had occupied someone else's body, he should do something for the child, at least avenge his father's murder.

What's more, when he heard Zuo Rutong's words, an anger surged uncontrollably in his soul, and he didn't even know where it came from, making his soul sway like a candle in the wind.

"Brother, can I borrow your knife?" He Songling walked up to the lower courtyard disciple who was chopping wood and held out his hand. The disciple looked around the room hesitantly, and Zuo Rutong nodded slightly. Only then did he hand the already dull axe in his hand to He Songling.

He Songling walked out the door and saw the group of 20 people, who were neatly tied to wooden stakes and could not move at all. They seemed to have been manipulated and could not speak, but their eyes were filled with shock and panic when they looked at He Songling.

Zuo Rutong and Cheng Zhen sat in the room from the time the sun rose until it set.

Under the setting sun, a young figure, covered in blood and unable to stand steadily, dragged a hatchet that was almost as long as his body and moved over with difficulty. Halfway through, he finally couldn't hold on and fell on his back.

"Hehe, brother, I'll take over your body and avenge you, and then we'll be even." He Songling said to himself while panting.

How could a two-year-old child, holding a blunt knife, slaughter more than 20 adults, even if they couldn't move at all? He Songling's adult soul had never experienced killing before.

But he didn't care and stabbed the soldiers in the throat, eyes, heart and other vital parts. He vomited countless times and fainted countless times due to exhaustion. He Songling had only one reaction: get up and continue.

It was not until sunset that all the Qing soldiers were killed one by one.

Forgive? It is impossible to forgive. Confucius said, "Repay grievances with virtue, how to repay virtue?" Repay grievances with justice, repay virtue with virtue! He didn't care what Zuo Rutong thought of this vindictive behavior, he had to take revenge. If he really couldn't take revenge for the extermination of his family, then he didn't need to cultivate the third level of Ni Sheng.

Anyway, after killing these Qing soldiers, he felt much more comfortable in his soul. Those residual soul fragments changed from angry flames to soft feathers and merged obediently into his own soul.

He Songling felt that although he was physically exhausted, his spirit was much more vigorous.

"Hey, kid, it's not that I don't want you to take revenge." Zuo Rutong and Cheng Zhen walked up to He Songling, waved their hands and used Qi to dispel the blood and fatigue in his body.

"How can I not avenge my parents? But they have been tied up by me now. You can ask us adults for help to kill them. Even if you are cruel and want them to be tied up here and starve to death, I will accept it for your qualifications."

He Songling's stubborn expression and eyes made Zuo Rutong understand his thoughts. He explained, "But the three levels of our sect's reverse life are extremely dangerous. If you are not careful, your life will be in danger. Even if I practice like this, I almost lost my life in the past few years. Now I can't get rid of this reverse life. You have a fiery temper. You will not retreat when faced with difficulties. You would rather injure yourself. I am really afraid that you will encounter difficulties in your practice in the future and be disabled for life."

Zuo Rutong finished his words and turned around to tell Cheng Zhen, "Cheng Zhen, you stay in the lower house for the next two years and teach him yourself. After two years, I will send him away. With his talent, he will be a master wherever he goes. I think that dragon and tiger..."

"Captain Zuo, I heard that you like to give people three chances. Can you give me one? I don't want three chances. I just need to say three sentences!"

Zuo Rutong was interrupted by He Songling before he finished speaking. Zuo Rutong's meaning was very clear, he would not accept him. With his cultivation, once he made up his mind, begging would be useless. At the critical moment, He Songling could only shout.

"You even know this?" Zuo Ruotong was indeed a real person. He made up his mind. Even though He Songling behaved so strangely, he did not turn back. He just stopped and said with his back to He Songling: "Okay, I'll let you say three sentences."

"Thank you, Chief Zuomen!"

"This counts as the first sentence." Zuo Rutong said lightly without turning back.

He Songling's forehead was covered with cold sweat. He gritted his teeth and said, "It's useless to hold the ball up for a lifetime. A ball is just a ball. It can't grow into your second head, but I can."

"What did you say?" Zuo Rutong turned around suddenly, his eyes shocked.

He Songling looked him in the eye without fear and said the last words: "I'm done."

After saying this, he relaxed all over and collapsed to the ground.

These three conversations with Zuo Rutong were even more exhausting than killing more than twenty people with the body of a two-year-old child.

"Cheng Zhen." Zuo Rutong was silent for a while and finally spoke.

"Yes, Master, I will take the child away right now." Cheng Zhen hurriedly spoke to calm his old teacher's emotions.

"No, take him to the mountain, and I will accept him as a disciple tomorrow."

"Ah?" Cheng Zhen looked as if he had seen a ghost. "Master, before you can join our sect, you must practice in the lower courtyard. This has been the rule for hundreds of years. Even you..."

"It's okay, I'm the head of the sect, I'm going to break the rule this time." Zuo Rutong waved his hands behind his back, and in a moment, he had walked a long way, his figure turning into a small black dot on the mountain road.

"Senior Brother Chengzhen, can I call you Senior Brother now?"

The bet was won.

He Songling looked at Cheng Zhen, whose face was filled with shock, and lay on the ground with a smug look on his face.

What is this called? Three sentences made the middle-aged man break the century-old rules for me.

Hahaha!
The childish laughter echoed in the sunset for a long time.

The original comics did not mention the address of the Trinity Gate, but according to the practice concept of the Three Stages of Reverse Life, the author, Teacher Mi Er, should have taken it from the real "Trinity Sect", which was first founded by Lin Zhaoen during the Jiajing period of the Ming Dynasty and was revered as the "Trinity Sect Leader" by later generations. Its practice advocates the cultivation of life and the abandonment of talismans. The fundamental method "Nine Sequences Heart Method" reaches "transcends heaven and earth, and uses the body to enter the void" in the eighth sequence. The "void shatters to prove the ultimate principle" of the ninth sequence, so that "life and nature" are remixed into one and return to the formless and invisible void, coexisting and dying with the void, which is consistent with the end point pursued by the Three Stages of Reverse Life. Therefore, this book uses some settings of the real Trinity Sect. This sect is mostly spread in Fujian, Formosa Province and other places on the southeast coast, so this book sets the address of the Trinity Gate to be somewhere in Fujian.
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