Under One Person, your rebellious life has reached the heavens?

One evening, Chengzhen, still a young boy, shared the sunset with him in the same way. In the blink of an eye, the past has faded like smoke; Chengzhen is now over thirty. Time flies so fast…

Jiang Mo traveled for twenty years, spending most of his time in seclusion, gradually approaching his bottleneck. When he could no longer endure it, he would come out for a walk, intermittently, until finally he went deep into the icy plains, found an opportunity, and broke through the third level.

Looking back, he saw that many of his old friends had passed away. In the vast sect, he knew only two or three people well, which made him sigh deeply.

"Uncle-Master, Senior Brother, it's time for dinner!"

Zhuge Yu's cheerful voice came from behind.

Jiang Mo got up and returned to the sect to have dinner with many disciples. Under the bright candlelight, he looked at the faces of his disciples and felt exceptionally calm, cherishing the time he spent with them.

For several days in a row, Jiang Mo taught them according to their individual needs, sharing his cultivation insights with them.

During this time, some powerful families and prominent clans from outside the sect, having heard of the recent fame of the Sanyi Sect, wanted their disciples to come and join the sect, but Jiang Mo politely declined them all.

Rather than admiring the San Yi Sect's reversal of life techniques and seeking immortality, they came with the intention of having a conversation.

Those children were too young to understand the pros and cons, but their parents and their families all wanted to befriend Jiang Mo to profit from it and to boost their own influence.

While the number of people is important for a sect, it is not the right time to expand its influence during this turbulent period.

Jiang Mo planned to let the disciples in the sect grow up and become capable of standing on their own before considering expanding the scale of the San Yi Sect.

Chapter 98 The Trinity Gate? A Line of Three Points!

A week goes by in a blink of an eye.

morning.

Jiang Mo was organizing ancient books in the Sutra Repository when he heard hurried footsteps behind him. Shui Yun came to report, "Uncle-Master, Little Lu is back, and he brought a lot of things! Please come and see!!!"

"it is good..."

Jiang Mo smiled as he carefully placed the last book in its proper position, brushed off the dust, and then happily got up to follow Shui Yun to the main gate of Sanyi.

As soon as they arrived, they saw Lu You and Lu Jin waving and greeting people. A large number of wooden crates were being carried up the stone steps by hired workers, with Si Chong and Cheng Zhen helping out.

"Uncle Master, I'm back!"

"Master Jiang, it's been a long time."

Jiang Mo stepped forward, sized up Lu Jin, and noticed that the boy had become even more energetic in the ten days since he last saw him. It seemed he had been living quite comfortably at home. He then spoke with Lu You:

"Mr. Lu, you've come all this way, thank you for your hard work."

"Shuiyun, go and prepare tea for our distinguished guest."

"Alright, Uncle-Master, Mr. Lu, please wait a moment."

Seeing that Shuiyun was about to turn around, Lu You quickly stopped her:

"Oh, no need, young brother, I'll stay a little longer to chat with Master Jiang before I leave."

"Mr. Lu, are you in such a hurry to depart today?"

Jiang Mo then gave up and asked Shuiyun to help her fellow disciples move the goods.

"Yes, there are a lot of things to deal with at the company. If I don't go back soon, things will get messy."

Lu You sighed helplessly. After many years, he had only been home to accompany his grandfather for less than a month, and now he was going to travel across the ocean again. Not to mention that his father was reluctant to let him go, even he himself hesitated repeatedly when he left home.

"Master Jiang, I've delivered what you requested. It wasn't difficult to get these things in the United States. If you need anything else in the future, just let me know."

Lu You adjusted his glasses and then made a frank request:

"In addition, other medical resources transported back to China are also at sea. If they are harassed by foreigners en route or during rendezvous, I would appreciate it if Master Jiang could provide some assistance."

“Okay,” Jiang Mo promised.

"Master Jiang, it's a pleasure to meet you during my trip back to China. It's my honor!" Lu You said sincerely as she shook hands with Jiang Mo.

"Mr. Lu, you're too kind. I wish you all the best, and may you make great strides and have a prosperous career overseas."

During their pleasantries, Lu Jin suddenly reminded him:

"Uncle-Master, I've brought the photographer you were looking for. He's waiting outside. Shall I call him over so he can take our picture?"

“Okay, go ahead.” Jiang Mo granted permission.

"okay."

Lu Jin laughed loudly, took a step forward to greet the photographer, and gathered all his fellow disciples in the courtyard.

instantly.

In front of the Qingxin Hall, a photographer in a suit was fiddling with his camera, choosing the right position and lighting.

Lu Jin brought over six armchairs and arranged them neatly. Jiang Mo and Si Chong sat in the center, while the other four senior members of the sect sat on either side.

Chengzhen, Changqing, and other disciples stood behind them.

The fifteen disciples of the Trinity Sect waited patiently.

Jiang Mo also reminded them, "Everyone, relax, keep a natural expression, it will be fine in a moment."

"Alright, I'll do as you say, Uncle-Master."

Chengzhen looked at the photographer in the distance with some anticipation. Although he often lived deep in the mountains, he was not completely ignorant of the new things in the outside world.

"Hey! Yes, that's about it. Fellow Taoist priests, relax your expressions, that's good."

The photographer spoke loudly, guiding the photographer step by step to adjust the image to achieve the best possible shot.

"three!"

"two!"

"one!"

"Click! Click!" The camera flashed, freezing the image forever in an instant, completing the photo capture.

Qingcheng, Mingci, Jiangmo, Sichong, Jingyao, Dongshan;

Changqing, Chengzhen, Shuiyun, Shengsheng, Liqing, Lu Jin, Zhuge Yu, Yan Gu, Yunfeng;

In 31, after more than a thousand years, the ancient Taoist tradition of Sanyimen finally had its first group photo taken.

This is the generation with the fewest members but the greatest development potential.

As the sect leader, Jiang Mo had a gentle smile. He sat upright, surrounded by people, and his deep gaze seemed to pierce through the clouds, seeing a distant and brilliant future.

Afterwards, the disciples took photos together. Jiang Mo took photos with everyone, especially Cheng Zhen. He would still pull on his junior brother's cheek in front of the camera, just like when they were children.

As for Lu Jin, he was being pampered by him, having his head rubbed.

When it came to the old man Si Chong, Jiang Mo became a supporting character. His senior brother sat in a chair, and he massaged his back from behind. The two were very casual and had bright smiles.

“Crack, click, click!!”

The sound of cameras, along with laughter and conversation, echoed throughout the Sanyi Temple all morning.

Lu You also took a group photo with Lu Jin and Jiang Mo. Time flew by, and when the goods were all unloaded, he was about to say goodbye.

"Master Jiang, who knows when we'll meet again? Let's leave you here."

At the entrance of Sanyi Gate, Lu You told Jiang Mo to stop and not to see him off any further.

"Mr. Lu, take care. If you encounter any problems you can't handle in the future, you can come to Sany to find me."

Jiang Mo never actively inquired about Lu You's identity or the company he ran in the United States, but judging from the strength of the superhumans who were chasing him, as well as Lu Gong's previous words, he guessed that this Lu family prodigy might have already built a terrifying foundation on the other side of the ocean. Otherwise, there wouldn't be so many medical supplies being continuously transported back to the mainland.

Lu You's eyes lit up, and he waved and laughed, "Alright, I certainly won't stand on ceremony with Sect Leader Jiang. Farewell!"

After speaking, he turned and walked down the stone steps.

"Third Uncle, remember to come home often, Grandpa misses you!" Lu Jin shouted to the receding figure.

"Okay, I got it, you brat."

Lu You didn't turn around, but simply raised his hand to indicate that he understood, and followed the large group of hired workers down the mountain.

Jiang Mo watched the distinguished guest depart until the rickshaw at the foot of the mountain slowly started up, drove into the distance, and disappeared into the winding mountain road before he turned his gaze away.

.......

In the afternoon, at Siming Hall.

Jiang Mo sat in the center of the hall, with a group of disciples standing on both sides, curiously looking at the wooden box on the ground.

"Jin'er, open it."

"Ah."

Lu Jin stepped forward, placed his right hand against the corner of the wooden box, and channeled his Qi to penetrate it, shattering the nails that were driven in and lifting the wooden board.

One after another, brand-new overseas books were piled up in one place. These were translations that Jiang Mo had specially asked Lu You to buy. They covered a variety of humanities and scientific fields, enough to help people see the world and understand the global situation.

"The books here are not written in foreign languages, so you... should read them carefully and not slack off."

"Yes... Uncle-Master." The disciples all said in unison.

"Open the other boxes," Jiang Mo said again.

"Click..."

Lu Jin complied, and this time the items placed inside were all trendy gadgets, such as lighters, paint spray, flashlights, geography models, and so on.

"Click..."

The third box contained food from across the ocean, such as canned luncheon meat, cola, chocolate, and cookies.

The fourth box contained medicine, bandages, and other first-aid supplies.

The fifth box, and the rest, were filled with a dense array of firearms: revolvers, submachine guns, machine guns, shotguns, sniper rifles, and even grenades.

A large quantity of firearms, along with ten boxes of ammunition, were present. In addition, there were various melee weapons, daggers, bayonets, and brass knuckles.

"hiss...."

Zhuge Yu was shocked and gasped, unable to help but ask, "Uncle-Master, are you...preparing to go to the front lines?"

"No..."

Jiang Mo shook his head and explained, "Your senior brothers and uncles all went to the battlefield... but they never came back."

"As the sect leader, I've made things clear to you."

"The situation is turbulent now, with one after another Japanese supernatural beings attacking us. When I came down the mountain, I had already formed alliances with the Lu family, the Celestial Master's Mansion, and the Shangqing. We can't help with the matters on the front lines, but we can intercept and kill these supernatural beings as soon as they show their tracks."

"I hope you all will cultivate yourselves well on the mountain, learn what you need to learn, master the use of these firearms, and strengthen your own abilities."

“Your first and second levels are not like mine, able to control Qi and gather energy at will. Therefore, you need to rely on external objects to make up for the lack of lethality when fighting enemies.”

"Any disciple who reaches the second level of Reversal of Life and wishes to descend the mountain with me may do so."

"Or you could stay on the mountain to cultivate, improve day by day, and continue the sect's lineage, that would also be fine."

"There are two choices, neither superior nor inferior. You should ask your hearts to decide."

Jiang Mo told his disciples his true thoughts.

On the front lines, he was not confident that he could protect his disciples' lives while also taking care of himself.

However, if it's an operation to intercept and kill Japanese supernatural beings, he can let his disciples do whatever they want and still cover for them.

"Uncle-Master, we cultivators, using these firearms..."

Sheng Sheng hesitated. Although he agreed with his uncle's words, he still had an instinctive resistance to the weapons in the box.

"If it's about killing animals, just do whatever's convenient for you. Why should you worry about it?"

Jiang Mo did not blame the disciple for being pedantic, but simply chuckled and said, "If you had half my ability, why would I need to search for these weapons?"

"In the end, the reversal of life is not more than three levels, so its destructive power is limited. I am a little worried that if you rely solely on your fist and foot skills to fight against those strange Japanese people with bizarre methods, they might escape and cause endless trouble."

"Please forgive my ignorance, Uncle Master, for I have not been able to understand your good intentions. Since you have made arrangements, I will certainly live up to your expectations."

Sheng Sheng clasped his hands in a fist salute and said that after Jiang Mo's advice, he would rather annihilate all those Japanese aliens than resist the instinct to use firearms.

"Jin'er, bring me a gun."

"it is good."

Lu Jin picked out an M3 submachine gun, handed it to Jiang Mo, and included the instruction manual.

Jiang Mo fiddled with it for a bit, inserted the magazine, demonstrated to his disciples how to hold it with one hand, and explained to them: