Chapter 236 I'm afraid things have changedThe silver moon hangs high. In the lush green forest, there is a long mountain staircase that stretches for more than a hundred meters and is covered with moonlight like frost. Silent footsteps landed on the gray stone steps without stirring up any dust, and two slender figures appeared in front of the red gate in an instant. Twenty years later, the wandering Jiang Mo returned to the sect. Many disciples who were still in meditation came downstairs and were the first to greet him. "Uncle Master!!" "Uncle Master!!" "you are back!!" Cheng Zhen, Zhuge Yu and Chang Qing were all in high spirits. They were so excited that they didn't know what to say. The man in black clothes and with white hair and a flawless face, it was obvious that he was their uncle, and this was definitely not a dream. "Ah." "How has the sect been doing these years? Have you been slacking off in your cultivation?"

Jiang Mo smiled in relief. After not seeing each other for many years, he took a quick look and found that everyone had made progress, especially Chang Qing. After several decades of precipitation, he successfully broke through to the third level of rebirth. "Uncle Master, I have lived up to your expectations. Everything is fine in the sect, and I dare not slack off in my practice." "Go upstairs and make tea." Jiang Mo turned around and walked to the fourth floor of the Sutra Library. moment. The four of them sat on the ground and had a long conversation. From their endless sharing, Jiang Mo had a general understanding of the changes in the past twenty years. Senior Brother Si Chong and his other nephews all went down the mountain to travel, and most of the Mesozoic and Cenozoic generation disciples were also out there making their own livings. Times have changed. The outside world is colorful and full of material temptations. Except for the older generation of disciples, almost no one is willing to stay in the mountains and practice hard. The so-called immortality can only be obtained after reaching the third level of rebirth. Although the disciples of the Mesozoic and New Generations have good talent and perseverance, and have the assistance of the Five Prefectures and teachers, they are still unable to reach the second level of perfection. It was simply because times had changed. Moreover, if they had cultivated the second level to a certain level, they would be immune to water and fire, and all diseases would repel them. This was enough for them to venture into the world, so they did not stay on the mountain. During the Republic of China, especially during the period when the sect was at its lowest point, the disciples who stayed behind had only two things they wanted to do: practice and revenge. Since they had no distractions, they could practice very quickly. Today's disciples want to do more things. Bound by the numerous constraints brought by the bustling world, some want to be a generation of urban knights, avenge their enemies and become famous throughout the world; some want to make a career in the field they are good at and lead the family to revitalization; and some want to live an ordinary life, go with the flow and enjoy the convenience brought by technology. People change. Even those disciples who were able to pass the test of the Illusion Forest back then, which was enough to prove that their character and qualifications were suitable for cultivation when they were young, could not always remain themselves as time passed. "." Jiang Mo listened quietly to the daily conversations of several people. Somehow, his thoughts instantly went back to more than 70 years ago. The words left by a certain fateful and powerful enemy still lingered in his ears. "As long as I live." "I am one clan." Luo Wuyuan's ancestors have gone through thousands of years of baptism. Even though those tribesmen share the same blood with it, they are still very strange to it and are only used as tools to find containers. This is the problem that Jiang Mo needs to face. The sect is passed down from generation to generation. In the distant future, if his senior brothers and nephews all pass away one after another, how should he get along with the group of young disciples left behind? So unfamiliar.

So tired. He does not have the patience to cultivate generation after generation to repeat the same mistakes and witness similar historical cycles again and again. Although he was familiar with most of the new generation of disciples in the sect before he went down the mountain to travel in 1995, what about in another thirty or fifty years? If he continued to recruit disciples, no matter how much they respected him as an old senior, to him, were these disciples really his followers? No. The disciples he acknowledged were either the group he met when he first joined the sect in the early 1942th century, or the fourteen who took a group photo in front of the Qingxin Hall in after experiencing many changes. "Give." "Uncle Master, this is a cell phone, can you take a look at it?" As his thoughts faded away, Zhuge Yu handed a brand new mobile phone to Jiang Mo's hand. Inadvertently, another forgotten memory emerged before his eyes. He had a precarious childhood, was abandoned by his parents at birth, and after the death of the scavenger who raised him, he wandered in bustling big cities and huddled in the dark corners of the city during the cold winter, and was eventually killed by a genetic disease. That was a memory from a long time ago. In that distant and vague era, when he was a child, he had seen this so-called mobile phone. In the blink of an eye, he came to this world that was once ravaged by war, and became a disciple of Trinity. The more than ten years he spent growing up in the sect during his two lifetimes were undoubtedly his most precious memories. This is his home. He is unwilling to accept that strangers will come and go in this "home" one after another, and that his family will eventually wither away. Even if he stays here forever, will it still be home? It's someone else's home. Jiang Mo felt ashamed. After a hundred years of practice, although his humanity was still there, he was too tired to establish connections with new people that would inevitably disappear with the passage of time. The path that Luo Wuyuan’s ancestor took may be the path he wants to take. With Zhuge Yu's explanation, Jiang Mo was able to do two things at once and quickly became familiar with the operation of the mobile phone. At his suggestion, he registered an account for the communication software. "Uncle Master, it's still early. I'll give everyone a video call. They probably don't know you're back." "Okay." "Beep beep beep!!!" The video conference within the group was connected in less than a few seconds, and the people on the screen were undoubtedly the disciples that Jiang Mo was once familiar with. "Brother Zhuge, are you all right?" "What? Chatting?" As the others continued to talk, Zhuge Yu didn't keep them in suspense. He pointed the front camera of his phone at Jiang Mo and said proudly: "Look who's back?" "Uncle Master?!" "Uncle Master!!!" "Hey! Junior Brother!!!" Jiang Mo looked at the small square image in front of him, which contained smiling faces. He smiled faintly and greeted them. "Long time no see, everyone." Off screen, Lu Jin was reading in his study, Shui Yun was strolling in the night market, and Si Chong went fishing at a remote lake. Despite being separated by great distances, they chatted freely in real time and shared interesting stories until two hours later.

Except for Lu Jin who was taking care of the family, these disciples who went out had all encountered bottlenecks in their cultivation. They had stayed at the first level of the triple Xuanming for too long and had been unable to make a breakthrough, so they chose to relax in the world and look for opportunities. Cheng Zhen in the sect was the second person to reach the second level of Xuan Ming in the long seventy years, following Jiang Mo. Due to the constraints of family and relatives, even the once talented Lu Jin stopped at the first level of Xuanming. Zhuge Yu practiced too much, his energy was dispersed, and he was nowhere near the second level. Ugly time. Jiang Mo was not interested in the hot water shower in the dormitory. He went to bathe in the pond in the back mountain. This place was designated as a forbidden area by Si Chong and Cheng Zhen. For nearly decades, no disciple had set foot here. a long time. Jiang Mo changed his clothes again and sat on the green rock on the shore. He glanced at the sect not far away and transmitted his voice through Qi. "come over." This simple word suddenly shocked Will, who was still in the underground laboratory. He stopped his research immediately, turned into a gray-brown mist, passed through layers of mountains and forests, and rushed to the scene. "Chief?!" Will cried out in surprise, his eyes full of surprise. After twenty years of separation, the feeling that the young man gave him was difficult to describe even with all his life's experience and vocabulary. It would not be an exaggeration to say that he was as unfathomable as the Creator. "sit." As Jiang Mo spoke, the earth on the flat ground surged. Under the transformation of the true method, a stone chair was born in an orderly manner. "How's it going, these years?" Jiang Mo asked casually. He was somewhat tolerant of this hound who had been loyal for more than seventy years and had dealt with many troubles for the sect. In 1995, he even gave him the chance to be free forever. I just didn't expect that this guy would be willing to come back. After all, with his strength, he could feel comfortable in any country around the world. Compared with the prosperity and development there, Trinity Gate was as backward as an ancient village. "Thanks to you, I'm doing well." Will sat on the stone chair with a smile on his face, and said with emotion: "After all this, compared to the crazy people on the other side of the ocean who would capture mutants and bring them to the laboratory at any time and want to dissect every cell to study the secrets of evolution, the miserable end of many mutants and people with special abilities makes me more firmly believe that your place is still suitable for me to retire. Do you mind, head of the door?" The two sides have known each other for more than 70 years. Weir believes that he has a good relationship with him and every word he says comes from the heart without any concealment. "." Jiang Mo laughed dumbly: "Then why didn't you get arrested?" "Lucky to get out early." Will answered elegantly, and even made a joke that fit the occasion: "If they are really captured, it will be very bad for the hunter to be without a hound. I think you should be willing to lend a hand, right?" Jiang Mo smiled, did not deny his guess, and continued to ask: "What's going on with the underground laboratory? Have you told Cheng Zhen about it?" "Well, he knows."

"I was planning to develop an evolutionary drug that could unlock genetic abilities, but it wasn't as smooth as I thought. Until I met you today, my already shaky philosophy has become even more shaky. People cannot rely on drugs to achieve a leap in life level." The words gradually stopped, Will thought for a moment, and said in an extremely envious tone: "You seem to have evolved to a higher level, right?" "Ah." "If you want to stay in the future, it will be the same as before." "Master, thank you for taking me in. It's my honor." The two talked in detail for more than an hour, and it was almost dawn when Weir left. He obtained the right to continue living inside the gate, but the price was to lurk in the dark forever and clean up some trivial troubles for Jiang Mo. (End of this chapter)