Chapter 142 There is no right or wrong
night.

Just as Si Chong had finished brewing a pot of tea, he saw a figure walking in through the window. It was Jiang Mo who had returned.

"Junior brother, you have a very accurate timing. I just made the tea and haven't served it to you yet."

The old man was in a good mood, and the tea stove on the table was burning brightly. He had been watching the situation of the Qi diagram. The red Qi points representing the invaders disappeared very quickly, and they had almost no resistance.

"How about that person?"

"Not bad, he's quite capable. He dealt with most of the assassins, and his efficiency is quite impressive."

Jiang Mo returned to the tea table, sat down happily, and gave a general description of the battle situation.

What was beyond Si Chong and Cheng Zhen's expectations was that although they were also masters of poison, those guys from the Yingzhu Society were actually helpless against the foreigner Weir's methods.

"Junior brother, where are the others?"

Si Chong picked up the teacup in front of Jiang Mo's table, placed it on the spout of the teapot, and slowly poured out a stream of tea, with the fragrance of tea wafting away.

"Since someone is looking for trouble with us, how can we not reciprocate?"

Jiang Mo smiled first, then explained the arrangements:
"Weir has converted to the sect. I will give him half a month to find a small inn, or find another way to find the remnants of the three families and wipe them out."

"If we can eradicate the root of the problem, that would be the best. Even if we can't, we should at least make some dishonest sects calm down a bit."

"fair enough."

Si Chong nodded, and most of the remaining worries in his heart were dispelled. He was afraid that if the matter was not handled thoroughly, those killer organizations would make a comeback in the future.

Cheng Zhen stood by the Qi diagram and said in a gentle voice, "This struggle is almost over. The only thing missing is the last Wan Nian Shou. Their scale and overall strength are slightly more troublesome than the previous two."

"Master, do you think we should prepare anything in advance?"

"No need to prepare."

Jiang Mo thought of a key event and suddenly sighed: "It would be great if you all had magic weapons. Unfortunately, I am just a layman in this area and cannot help you refine suitable magic weapons."

"For ordinary Qi cultivators, the blessing of magic tools will undoubtedly be like a tiger with wings. For example, the group of people we met, the Sin Ye Sha, were old guys with higher status, and they all wore magic tools."

"Junior brother, there is no need to blame yourself. The Trinity Sect has always focused on self-cultivation through rebirth, and has not explored enough techniques, feng shui, talismans, weapon refining, alchemy, and martial arts."

Si Chong noticed that Jiang Mo's brows were slightly wrinkled, as if he was thinking of a solution, so he consoled him:
“Besides, the materials used to refine a magical weapon are extremely expensive, and it also requires the efforts of the weapon refiner. Even if it is a very ordinary magical weapon, it will be sold at a very high price in the martial arts world, and the supply often cannot meet the demand.”

“Even if we entrust Tiangongtang, Guifushan and other weapon-making forces to make weapons suitable for our disciples, not to mention that it will consume a lot of gold and it will take a long time to wait. In this way, it is really not worth it.”

Cheng Zhen also has his own thoughts on this, but he said:
"Master, we in the Xuan Sect cultivate both our body and soul, so why should we rely on external objects? If disciples in the sect become lazy after having the aid of magical instruments, wouldn't that be putting the cart before the horse?"

"Cheng Zhen? Come closer."

Jiang Mo waved his hand and patted the cushion beside him.

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"Do you have anything to tell your disciples?"

Cheng Zhen was very obedient. As soon as he came over, Jiang Mo's big hand touched his head and rubbed it gently a few times.

"Master, what are you doing..." His cheeks flushed slightly, feeling confused. A man in his sixties was still being treated like a child.

"Nothing, I just want to touch you silly boy, sit down."

Jiang Mo continued with the previous topic and encouraged Cheng Zhen's idea:
"Xuan Men. You cultivate both your body and soul, without relying on external things. I am really pleased that you have such a sincere heart."

At this point, he also candidly shared his inner thoughts:

"But what I am going to say next is not to defend myself or to deny you. From our different perspectives, regarding whether to configure the magic weapon, our ideas are only different, not right or wrong."

“Tools are tools, and people are people. The existence of tools is to use their abilities to help people save time in completing individual tasks.”

"For example, we in the Xuanmen sect often punish evil and eliminate traitors, and travel around to eliminate demons. The existence of magic weapons will not only help you achieve twice the result with half the effort, but also protect you to a certain extent."

"Our ancestors lived in the sect thousands or hundreds of years ago. Their living conditions were poor and they were unable to provide anything. It was difficult for them to refine magical instruments for their disciples. This was due to various reasons at the time."

“I understand them.”

"Now in our age, each sect has its own complicated methods, and guns have appeared out of nowhere, which can easily determine life and death. If you want to eliminate demons and defend the way, it will save a lot of trouble if you have magic tools to assist you."

As the head of the sect, Jiang Mo's cultivation was unrivaled in the world, so it didn't matter whether he relied on external objects or not. However, the other disciples were far from reaching his level, so if they lacked magical instruments, they would lose an ability that they could have used.

"You don't have to use magic tools, but you can't live without them."

"I am the head of your sect, so I should consider everything for you. I can't bear to see you little guys, unarmed, encountering monsters and suffering in the outside world."

Hearing this, Cheng Zhen was deeply moved and said, "So this is the truth. Please forgive my ignorance for not being able to understand the uncle's intention."

"It doesn't matter. From the beginning to the end, it is the man who controls the weapon, not the weapon that controls the man."

Jiang Mo picked up the teacup, held the lid, brushed away the white steam, and said:
"In my case, I respect your wishes. Whether you want to try to get hold of a magical instrument that suits you, or simply want to cultivate the Reverse Life, it's all fine."

"Disciple, I'll learn from you." Cheng Zhen bowed and replied.

Si Chong also felt that what his junior brother said made sense, especially the sentence "You can have magic tools or not, but you must have them." It echoed in his ears like a morning bell and evening drum, striking his heart.

Seeing that Jiang Mo decided to equip his disciples with magical instruments, although the process was difficult, Si Chong still supported him and said:

"Junior brother, if that's the case, how about we choose a day to visit Tiangong Hall?"

"Or maybe we can go to Wuhou Sect and ask? I remember that Junior Brother Zhuge is from the Wuhou lineage, and the elders in their clan have learned the Wuhou magic technique, and their level is quite high."

"Visiting these two families?"

Jiang Mo thought for a moment, then shook his head: "No need to do that for now, remember Yousha? The transparent cube she refined is the product of a combination of multiple magics."

"In the West, there are also methods similar to 'refining', but they call it 'alchemy'. However, the research areas of the two have a lot of overlap."

"Yousha once studied alchemy at her academy. I will go back and exchange ideas with her to see if she has the ability to refine what I want."

"Okay, this is also fine. It will prevent us from going to Tiangong Hall and Wuhou Village to refine too many weapons, and end up owing favors to them. Junior brother is really considerate."

Si Chong also didn't want to make too much noise and attract the attention of various forces in the martial arts world. After all, the magic weapon they wanted to refine was not a small amount of money, so it was better for him to keep a low profile for the time being.

(End of this chapter)