Chapter 3: Isn’t it just me at the triple level? "Well, you look unfamiliar. You must have joined Trinity after I came down the mountain, right?"When they met for the first time, the young man did not let down his guard because of Jiang Mo's seniority, but instead began to test him. "Yes, I am Lu Jin, the junior. May I know your name?" "Jiang Mo, you should have heard Senior Brother Ruotong or Senior Brother Si Chong mention me." Suddenly, Lu Jin remembered that there was indeed such a person. According to the master, the other party was a genius who had come down the mountain to travel many years ago, looking for an opportunity for a breakthrough. However, after experiencing the shadows of Wu Gensheng and Li Muxuan disguising themselves and breaking into the mountains, Lu Jin could not convince himself to trust the stranger in front of him. Especially his appearance, his skin is as white as snow, without any sign of aging, he even looks younger than himself. Is he really a senior in the sect? He dared neither to neglect nor to believe it. Some absurd thoughts emerged in his mind: What if this person is also a spy sent by Quan Xing? Sensing Lu Jin's suspicion, Jiang Mo didn't explain much. He used his profound skills and his right hand was covered with a faint blue light. "This is." "The third level of rebirth!" Seeing this, Lu Jin's brows relaxed slightly. To verify the authenticity, he stretched out his hand and shook it lightly. In an instant, a feeling that couldn't be more familiar came from the palm of my hand.
"Uncle Jiang Mo, it turns out it is really you." "I'm sorry I was a little rude earlier." Lu Jin wanted to continue explaining something, but was interrupted by Jiang Mo: "It's okay, Senior Brother should be buried, right?" "Please take me to see him." "Okay, Uncle Master, please follow me." Jiang Mo stepped over the threshold and saw many familiar scenes, buildings, and plants, but he could no longer see his fellow disciples and elders who had practiced together in the past. Time flies, but the hard training in the courtyard seems as clear as if it happened yesterday. "Tell me about the changes in the sect." "I met a few Quan Xings at the foot of the mountain and only then did I learn about my brother's death." "According to what those lunatics said, it was their Quanxing Sect Leader Wu Gensheng who broke Senior Brother's profound skills, causing his old illness to relapse, and that's why he died?" On the way to the back mountain, facing Jiang Mo's question, Lu Jin shook his head slightly and said with a little sadness: "Although I was at the scene and witnessed all the fighting, I still cannot be sure of the truth of the matter." "That Wu Gensheng may be very powerful, but he is definitely no match for Master." Then he recounted everything that had happened recently without missing a single thing. The more he talked, the more he blamed himself and felt ashamed: "I was the one who led those two into the sect. If I had discovered the anomaly earlier and gathered everyone's strength to capture them, perhaps Master wouldn't have been put in danger." "In addition, Master's last words seemed to have something to tell me, but I am stupid and did not understand his intentions." Jiang Mo learned roughly what happened from Lu Jin's description. He guessed that his brother could not accept the cruel truth after breaking through the third level, so he voluntarily gave up his power and passed away. If only I could come back earlier to teach you the nameless true method. Not to mention helping it to ascend to heaven, but at least repairing its innate Qi, and then through perfect Qi transformation, forging a new body, eliminating the old disease, and prolonging life is not a problem.
During the years when he was traveling, he went to the extremely cold snow-capped mountains, trying to use the biting cold of nature to tear apart the Qi transformation state of the second peak of the Reincarnation Level time and time again. However, by chance, they found a cave and discovered the corpse of a strange person who was suspected to have practiced the third level of reverse life. On the stone wall above his skull, there is an ancient and obscure scripture engraved. Later, Jiang Mo devoted all his efforts to decipher it and learn the mysteries contained in it. This is actually a secret method that can plunder the innate Qi, natural Qi, acquired Qi and other energies, transform them into each other, and fill the body. It was not until he broke through the shackles with the help of frost and the nameless secret method and used the acquired Qi to rebuild his body that Jiang Mo suddenly came to his senses. The skills passed down by the sect may not be created by the founder, and the core part of the true method may be lost. This is why only a handful of people have been able to break through the third level of the reverse life in the past thousand years. The so-called third level, the ascension of the human world, is nothing but a flower in the mirror, a moon in the water, an illusion. What was even more fatal was the lack of the support of the Qi-stealing secret method; Even if one enters the third realm, there are still irreparable shortcomings. The innate Qi in the body will inevitably be consumed like a lit candle. Without additional means of replenishment, one will only die of exhaustion. That’s what my brother is like. Ugh. After entering the third level, with the help of the secret technique, the long journey of cultivation has just begun. Unfortunately, when we met again after many years, they were already separated by the Yin and Yang, and I no longer had the opportunity to pass on my teachings. Just when Jiang Mo was distracted, a call brought him back to reality. "Uncle Master, we're here." Lu Jin brought Jiang Mo to a tomb standing among the mountains and trees. On the stone tombstone, there were sunken characters engraved with "Sanyi Gate Chief, Zuo Ruotong", and the red paint on it had not yet completely dried. In addition to Jiang Mo and Lu Jin, there were more than a dozen disciples, dressed in mourning, kneeling in front of the cold grave, silent but mournful. "Prepare three sticks of incense for me." "it is good." Lu Jin handed the incense over respectfully. Jiang Mo took it, walked forward a few steps, and inserted it in front of the tomb. While performing the ritual of bowing, he silently said in his heart: "Brother, I'm sorry, I'm late." "If there is an afterlife, I hope you and I can study the Three-One True Dharma together again and realize the great way that leads to heaven." "Have a safe journey—" After the ceremony, Jiang Mo stood up and stared at the grave quietly. His eyes seemed to penetrate the soil and saw the coffin underground. Unable to say anything, Jiang Mo stayed here for a long time, until the evening when the sun set in the west. Only then did his memories come to an abrupt end, frozen in a warm moment. Inadvertently, Lu Jin saw the traces of tears in the eyes of this uncle-master. His back was desolate and he turned away in silence.
At night, the two returned to the sect and happened to see a group of disciples looking panicked and talking about something. "Master has passed away." "Master Uncle Si Chong and Senior Brother Cheng Zhen have also disappeared. Is our great Trinity Sect going to decline?" Some people even cried uncontrollably, they were very worried. "That Quan Xing demon is vicious. Uncle and Brother are in danger of dying. What should we do?" Hearing this, Chang Qing, who had black hair and a messy beard, said bitterly: "In the past two days, some people have left the sect after paying homage to their master." "Then who will take charge of the situation now?" Lu Jin gritted his teeth secretly, and his clenched fists betrayed his anxious and uneasy heart. Just when all the disciples were dejected and hopeless, a cold, clear voice came from behind them. "It's very simple." "I have reached the third level, right?" Jiang Mo, dressed in black, looked calm, as if he was describing something that was a matter of course. (End of this chapter)
