Trinity Traitor: From One Person to the Other

Chapter 549 The Truth of Becoming an Immortal

"Wong, Wong Tai Sin?"

He Songling was shocked beyond words, as he originally thought that this immortal should be a human.

"What are you shouting about? Among the five elements worshipped by the Northeastern immortals, whether it's Hu Huang Gui Chang Mang or Hu Huang Bai Liu Hui, I'm ranked second. Why can't I become an immortal?"

The weasel cried impatiently and threw the chicken on the ground. "There's nowhere to find wild pheasants for you in this weather, and the farmers at the foot of the mountain don't raise many. I stole two from the Japanese in the county town for you. Your operation was a good one. I couldn't get into the county town before, but now I can take advantage of the chaos."

"You know all this?" He Songling looked at the weasel in surprise. Even a god couldn't be so unreasonable, right?

"What are you looking at? I'm the mountain god. There's nothing I don't know about what happened on this mountain." The weasel glanced at He Songling with disdain and transformed into a human form. It didn't know what it did, but the dark interior of the mountain became bright. It shuttled back and forth, and soon set up a big pot, added firewood underneath, and stewed meat on top.

"Uncle Huang, aren't you afraid of carbon monoxide poisoning?" As he said before, He Songling couldn't turn on the rebirth now. As a mortal, he didn't feel safe.

"I'll say it again, I'm the mountain god." The weasel smacked his lips, "I can make the smoke go wherever I want it to go, and soon it will float out along the hot spring on the top of the mountain."

"So it was you who created the sulfur smell of the hot springs on the mountain?" He Songling once again enjoyed the surprise brought by the weasel.

"Young man, I see you were born in the 2000s. When you were growing up, the Qing Dynasty had already fallen. How come you don't know anything about science?"

The weasel's eyes revealed contempt: "Hot springs have a sulfur smell mainly because sulfur-containing gases and minerals in the geological layer erupt under the action of geothermal heat to form a chemical reaction, so we smell this smell. Our charcoal is carbon monoxide, how can it be the same?"

He Songling also opened his eyes wide in shock: "No, you are an old immortal, and you still talk about science? Are you scientific yourself?"

"How fresh." The weasel rolled his eyes. "Do you know what the guy who shouts Mr. De and Mr. Sai does? Where did his theory come from? Where are we? Is there any place in the whole world closer to Big Brother than the Northeast? I'm not talking about science. I helped save so many people with lofty ideals!"

"Wow!" He Songling stood in awe: "Then I have to toast you."

So he was once again embarrassed. He wanted to repeat his old trick and take out some wine from the spatial Qi seal to toast the Huang Daxian in front of him, but he didn't expect that his Qi circulation was completely ineffective, just like a chicken claw gesturing in the air.

"What are you gesturing for? This is my Mountain God Space. Those little gadgets of yours can't work here." The weasel knew what He Songling wanted to do at a glance, and said while lowering his head and fiddling with firewood.

"Okay then. I'll treat you to a chicken leg." He Songling took a chicken out of the soup pot, tore off a leg, gestured to the weasel, and then stuffed it into his mouth.

?

The weasel slowly typed a question mark.

"You actually want to eat secretly, right? You want to eat secretly, right?"

"Hey, eat more to ease the shock." He Songling did not hide it: "I have been practicing for so many years, and this is the first time I have seen a god. My worldview is a little unstable." He ate two bites and asked again as if to confirm: "Is it really a god?"

"Bullshit! If you don't want to eat it, get out of here. Put the other chicken leg down!" Seeing that He Songling had finished spinning one chicken leg and was trying to grab the other one under the pretext of asking questions, Huang Daxian quickly stretched out his claws and held He Songling's hand.

It was a weasel, but it actually let He Songling successfully steal chickens in front of it twice. If it told others about it, it would lose all its face.

"If you want to talk about gods, they are indeed gods. But they are a little different from the gods that mortals imagine."

Huang Daxian snatched the chicken leg away, held it in his claws, and said, shaking his head, "About nine hundred years ago, during the Song Dynasty, I was blessed by the shamanism of the Northeastern people, and I was rewarded for protecting the human race. I was spared from the calamity of thunder and transcended my mortal body, achieving innateness."

"That's great. Were you granted the position of mountain god by some authority, or did you just find a mountain and settle down there?" He Songling asked.

"Tsk, it's not that simple. I don't know what happened. Maybe it was because of the animal. At that moment, I turned back to my original form and even lost my mind. I don't know what made me become a mountain god."

The weasel spat out a chicken bone and smacked his lips, as if recalling the scene of the past. "In short, I am now one with the mountain. I can go out, just like I did just now, returning to my original form and going out as a pure weasel. And there is a time limit. If it takes too long, I am afraid I will lose my mind and turn back into an ordinary weasel."

"That means you are locked in this mountain?" He Songling's face was serious. He quickly realized the problem. "Have you ever considered returning to being an ordinary weasel and practicing again from the beginning? What's the difference between this and being in prison?"

The weasel shook his head and said, "I don't dare to bet. How many years do ordinary weasels live? I am more than 1,800 years old this year. When I was a child, I met Gongsun Zan, the boss of Youzhou in the late Eastern Han Dynasty."

"So that's how it is." He Songling understood. If the immortal in front of him really shed his immortal body and became an ordinary weasel, more than 1,800 years of time would be pressed on an ordinary weasel, and it would probably be reduced to ashes in an instant.

Giving up the throne of God is tantamount to letting him die.

"It looks a lot like Tianshidu, eh...?"

After He Songling said this, he was suddenly shocked.

Could this be the truth behind “becoming an immortal”?
After achieving the innate state of cultivation, one will be imprisoned by the heaven and earth or some other mysterious thing using the "godly position", making it difficult to escape.

The difference is that the restrictions of this "divine position" are stronger than the "Heavenly Master's Degree". After all, the Heavenly Master's Degree is used by immortals to imprison people, while the divine position is something unknown that is used to imprison immortals.

Of course, it is more humane. If you don't want to be imprisoned, just give up your practice and leave. But be aware that the time for choice is limited. If you want to leave after being a god for hundreds of years, it will be the same as the Heavenly Master, and your life will be taken away.

He Songling told his guess to Wong Tai Sin, but Wong Tai Sin just shook his head.

"It's hard to say. I haven't seen other gods, and I became a god by helping others and avoiding the thunder calamity, so I don't know if it's the same for everyone. Another thing, I'm an animal, so maybe it's the same; but what about you humans after you become gods, I don't know either."

(End of this chapter)