Trinity Traitor: From One Person to the Other

Chapter 97: The Two Masters of Xuanmen
Soon, the news that He Songling and Zhang Zhiwei had set up a conspiracy to lure and kill masters from various factions spread.

The most outrageous thing about this incident is that every righteous sect that participated in it, clearly wanted to tear these two people apart in their hearts, but on the surface they had to express high praise.

People kept coming to Longhu Mountain and Sanyi Sect to express their gratitude, saying that the two new generation young heroes slayed demons and upheld morality, were extremely powerful, wise and brave, and wiped out dozens of all-powerful demons in one battle, bringing peace to the world.

You have to go.

Because the leader of the Shuzi Sect was the first to take the lead in going to the door to express gratitude, if other sects did not go, it would seem that they had objections to He and Zhang joining forces to eliminate the demons. Then what do others think of you? Are you in collusion with Quan Xing? Are you pretending to be Quan Xing to participate in it?
Not only did they lose the wife but also the soldiers, and many of the sect's experts who were good at doing the dirty work were lost. They still had to thank them, and they were afraid that they were too late. This made the senior leaders of all the sects feel as uncomfortable as if they had eaten a fly.

"Bah!" Two sects came down from the Sanyi Sect to express their gratitude and immediately spat, expressing their disdain for the Shuzi Sect, "This Shuzi Sect is such a fucking troublemaker!"

"Well, that's good." The man next to him who looked like an ordinary old farmer was puffing on a pipe. "Master Zuo is also very kind-hearted. He only accepted a symbolic gift. Did you hear that when we went to Mount Longhu, Master Zhang thought the gift was too little. He said that his disciples had killed so many Quan Xings, so they must have consumed a lot of energy and needed to replenish themselves. Damn it! A bunch of idiots!"

"It was a great success, Lao Zhang." He Songling shared his achievements with Zhang Zhiwei on the way: "In this battle, a total of 74 Quanxing demons were wiped out, of which I killed 52 and you killed 22. Our reputations have been completely established in the martial arts world. No matter who encounters us in the future, they will have to praise us for being Quanzhen."

"First of all, I am from the Zhengyi sect. The southern sect is different from the northern Quanzhen sect." Zhang Zhiwei looked at He Songling with a headache and said, "Secondly, do you really think that if we kill so many people from the major sects, they will respect us?"

"A bad reputation is still a reputation. This bunch of losers even came to steal my magic skills. You know what kind of people they are. They fear power but not virtue. You can't expect to subdue them with kindness, right?" He Songling curled his lips and said, "How can the next generation of Tianshi of Tianshi Mansion be so timid?"

"Before when we were in the mountains, my master always said that I was arrogant and too extreme in my actions. Now it seems that he doesn't know you well enough. Compared to you, I am a saint." Zhang Zhiwei sighed, "Should we speed up? Don't let that foreigner die."

They walked and stopped along the way, carrying out sting operations and slaughtering "Quan Xing". He Songling's grandson also went into the city from time to time to find a photo studio to develop photos and publish them in newspapers to publicize their deeds. Their pace was incredibly slow and they have not left the territory of Jiangxi yet.

"You must remember that the day the Heavenly Master passes on his power to you, he will not die." He Songling did not dare to say directly that the old foreigner lived longer than your master. He was afraid that Zhang Zhiwei would go berserk and beat him to the ground.

"You don't curse my master, do you?" Zhang Zhiwei was not stupid. His face turned dark and he looked at He Songling unkindly: "Why don't you say anything about your master?"

"Because if nothing unexpected happens, my master should die earlier than your master." He Songling sighed, "I've been running around just to keep Lao Zuo alive for two more years so that he can be the last one to die, but he doesn't even appreciate it."

"Hey, look there?" Zhang Zhiwei pointed in a direction and asked He Songling to look.

"What?"

"Thunder in the Palm!"

"Boom boom boom!"

According to the local county annals, at a certain time in a certain month in 1930, there was a sudden thunderstorm in the blue sky that lasted for half an hour.

Half an hour later, He Songling rushed out of the thunder array with his whole body charred. "Cough cough cough, Lao Zhang, you idiot, why are you so cruel?" The gas that He Songling coughed out was all green smoke, which showed that Zhang Zhiwei was shocked.

"The thunder method is specially used to strike people like you who talk too much." Zhang Zhiwei narrowed his eyes and looked at He Songling: "I'm telling you, if I knew the full thunder method, I would tie you up as a kite to attract the lightning rod."

"Okay, okay, you are capable. You can wait for me to reach the third level. If I don't demolish your Tianshi Mansion, I will take your surname Zhang from now on." He Songling was only helpless and furious. After all, it would be useful to find Zhang Zhiwei now, and it was impossible to use a grenade to blow him into the hospital.

"I am Zhang Tianshi's fake surname. Who do you think can easily take on a surname?" Zhang Zhiwei sneered. "Since you are not in a hurry, what do you want to do next?"

"Okay, let's get a car and go exorcise demons. Let's go to the borders of Jiangxi and Fujian provinces. If there are any well-known Quanxing demons, we'll go and kill them." He Songling waved his hand: "We've already come here, how can we not finish the job?"

"car?"

As Zhang Zhiwei was looking on in shock, He Songling actually drove a jeep out of the local garrison barracks.

"No, buddy?" Zhang Zhiwei pointed at the jeep and asked incredulously, "You know how to do this too?"

"Well, just say hello to their local commander." He Songling waved his hand. His security team had relied on American weapons to beat up the warlord's troops. When Li Guizhen and Zhang Muzhi were mentioned, the commander became obedient.

"If you want to be a local sect, you can't just be a local sect. Extraordinary people don't fly in the sky. Sooner or later, they will have to deal with local controllers. You can stay out of the world of ordinary people, but you have to sort out this little piece of land at your doorstep."

"Hmm... that makes sense." Zhang Zhiwei held his chin in thought, feeling a little touched. In the future, because of this sentence, Longhu Mountain's status would become more than just a ticket-selling attraction.

Of course, this is a story.

After driving out in the jeep, the two thugs went to all the well-known Quanxing residential areas and cleared out all the roving thieves, serial killers, etc.

These two not only targeted Yiren, but also those warlords, landlords and gentry who liked to oppress the people. Their methods were cruel, Yiren would never leave anyone alive, and ordinary people would be handed over to the local people for disposal. Whether they could survive depended on their reputation in the local area.

All of a sudden, the public security in Jiangxi and Fujian provinces was tightened. For the extraordinary people, not only these two provinces, but even the entire southeastern coastal area, no evil people dared to set foot in them.

He Songling and Zhang Zhiwei are known in the Taoist circles as the "two masters of Xuanmen".

The word "jue" here refers to their extreme means, but also to the fact that evildoers will be doomed if they encounter them.

(End of this chapter)