Trinity Traitor: From One Person to the Other

Chapter 88: Old Taoist Priest, are you sure that the Taoist Temple is a positive character?

"I wonder how much the old master knows about curses?"

He Songling did not hide anything and stated the situation directly, "One of the partners of the company was cursed at some point in time. I'm afraid that every generation of the family will have a hard time ending up well."

"Curse?" Zhang Jingqing thought for a moment, "Can you be sure of what school it is?"

"It's hard to say, I guess it could be black magic."

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Zhang Jingqing slowly typed a question mark, "What is that?"

Their era is not like the time when Zhang Zhiwei was the old Taoist priest in later generations. The country was very closed. As the old saying goes, even Wu Gensheng first came into contact with firearms in 40. Now this old Taoist priest does not have any friends who are the principals of magic schools.

"It's a foreign magic. I guess it's similar to the thousand-day red poison in the Miao village in western Hunan. It can remain in the blood of the person who is under the spell and be passed down from generation to generation."

He Songling just remembered this and added, "His family is in North America. He came here from Europe."

"Tsk...bah!" Zhang Jingqing spat out a mouthful of tea leaves, shook his head and said, "You've given me a really big problem."

"In this case, I'll give you another million dollars."

"Difficult problems can always be solved. Our Taoist priests are responsible for exorcising evil spirits and exterminating demons." Zhang Jingqing smiled when he heard about the extra money.

"Although I have never come into contact with Western aliens, I do know some of the magic in our country. For example, in Japan, they use cursed dolls, and in Southeast Asia, they use black magic. In our country, we usually use poison."

Zhang Jingqing counted on his fingers and said, "There are only two ways to remove a curse. If it shakes the soul and mind, then calm the mind; if it poisons, then remove the poison. I think the West is similar."

"Master, are you confident that you can solve it?" He Songling looked excited.

"It's hard to say since I haven't seen him. But if we want to solve this kind of thing, there are only two ways. Either we use spells. The body purification spell, to cleanse the evil spirits that are attached to the body; the mysterious spell, to invite the gods to possess the body, so that the power of the gods can directly flush out the bad luck. Or we can use lightning to strike."

"Tianshi, Tianshi." He Songling hurriedly stopped him, "Ordinary people, ordinary people, can't withstand being struck by lightning. I'm afraid your spells can hardly withstand it either."

"Is that so... That's bad." Zhang Jingqing thought for a moment and ordered Tian Jinzhong, "Jinzhong, go get some cinnabar and yellow paper. Nephew, I'll draw a few talismans, and you can have him carry them with you to see if we can suppress or eliminate some of it. Then we can remove it with much less force and won't hurt him."

"It's just like what I thought, old Heavenly Master. We two great minds think alike." He Songling chuckled and said, "Don't tell me, I had a talisman drawn by Zhiwei on me before. I gave him one first. Do you think it works?"

"Hey, don't do that!" Zhang Zhiwei was originally watching the show with his shoulders folded. When he heard He Songling's words, he suddenly thought of something and hurriedly reached out to stop him.

But He Songling would never let him stop him. His body floated away lightly like a ball of gas, just avoiding Zhang Zhiwei's palm. The Qi seal flashed in the air, and a yellow talisman appeared in his hand.

It was the talisman that Zhang Zhiwei had drawn, cursing He Songling as "smelly shameless". To be honest, Taoist talismans are like ghost paintings, and it is not certain what they are. But who is Zhang Jingqing? The contemporary Heavenly Master of Mount Longhu! This thing is his own homework. He usually signs with this font when he sneaks down the mountain to drink and buy on credit. How could he not recognize it?

Zhang Jingqing saw what was written on it at a glance, and his face quickly turned dark: "Zhang Zhiwei, I taught you how to draw talismans, and you use it to do this?"

"Gulp!"

Without saying a word, Zhang Zhiwei knelt in front of Zhang Jingqing at a speed no less than He Songling: "Master, I was wrong, I won't dare to do it again!"

"That's right. Don't do that next time." Zhang Jingqing shook the talisman paper and gave Zhang Zhiwei on-the-spot instruction: "You need to use some delayed-action thunder talismans, or some curse talismans. If they touch the skin, it will rot. If they touch the skin, it will kill you. Who will know about your ugly deeds this way?"

"Yes, yes, Master is right, and I have learned from your teachings!" Zhang Zhiwei smiled happily, as if a brand new door had opened in front of him.

He Songling's eyes twitched as he listened nearby. "Old Heavenly Master, are you sure that the Heavenly Master's Mansion is a righteous one and that the Heavenly Master is a positive character?"

"Of course! The Heavenly Master is a positive character, so those who oppose him are all negative characters. To deal with such scums, there is no need to follow the rules of the underworld. Just use whatever means you have." Zhang Jingqing said as a matter of course.

He Songling was standing by and mourning for his old mentor. Lao Zuo still fantasized that Zhang Jingqing could only defeat him with a few moves. With Zhang Jingqing's dirty character, ten Lao Zuo might not be his opponent.

You should have challenged Zhang Jingqing to a life-and-death duel long ago, and your Reverse Life would have been torn to pieces by the old Heavenly Master. Why would you still have to wait for the divine spirit to enter the third realm?
After Zhang Jingqing finished bathing and changing clothes, he burned incense and prayed to calm his mind. He closed his eyes and asked He Songling, "Is your foreign devil okay? He won't die in the next two days?"

"That's not the case." Although He Songling didn't know the life stories of these foreigners very well, the knowledge brought to him by the hell jokes came into play at this moment. He knew that his father died of illness after his brain was opened. Now Le Zong is still several years away from the age of going to college, so there is no need to worry.

"That's fine. This talisman is not easy to draw. It will take at least ten days or half a month to draw anything. To be on the safe side, I have to draw it for at least twenty to thirty days."

"That's okay. His father just died. He and his sons will be fine in the next ten years." He Songling expressed relief and happiness.

"That's good. It means the curse is not very strong and can be easily resolved."

In the following time, Zhang Jingqing meditated in a quiet room, focusing on drawing talismans.

The disciples all tactfully retreated, but He Songling was not a disciple of Mount Longhu, and he was not afraid of being expelled from the sect by the Heavenly Master's anger, so he ran to Zhang Jingqing's clean room to watch him draw talismans.

"How difficult can it be? It's just a matter of writing in one go without shaking your wrist." He Songling watched Zhang Jingqing draw two talismans, both of which were successful in less than 40 minutes. He didn't know why he said it would take a month. "Old Heavenly Master, what's the difference between drawing talismans and painting?"

"Ha, done in one go? You're thinking too simply, kid." Zhang Jingqing shook his head and laughed, "It doesn't mean that it will work just by drawing it. Your spirit, energy and soul must be integrated into it. The Qi must be perfectly integrated into every stroke. Casting the spell on paper and then sealing it up consumes a lot of Qi and soul. It's not the same as painting."

"How can it be the same thing? Isn't it just a painting that consumes one's mind and energy? It's not like I haven't seen it before...eh?"

He Songling's eyes rolled and he thought of something interesting.

(End of this chapter)