Song Mu was silent at this moment, raising his eyes slightly, and when he looked at the thick fog shadow of this saint, it seemed that he finally understood the other party's intention.
On the road of literature, he wanted to see what kind of path Song Mu took.
Is it always to climb to the pinnacle of literature as a human being, or...
One day mortals will reach nirvana, transcend the world, and enter the Tao as saints.
Song Mu didn't know what the difference was between the two, but it was obvious that Zhang Sheng in front of him must have sensed something from it.
Song Mu lowered his eyes again. At this moment, he had nothing to think about. He was just recalling the scenes that the other party had just shown to him.
In this mysterious world, it seems that some laws have changed because of this great power from heaven.
Birth, old age, illness and death seem to be no more shackles for the strong.
In this world, the gap between the strong and the weak is no longer easily broken by the passage of time.
But there is only one thing that still makes people feel that this is still the human world.
"What will happen to the people who come after us?"
"Of course, I have asked this question to all those who have attained enlightenment here."
Song Mu raised his head, feeling extremely calm at the moment. He slowly sat down, then looked at the shadow in front of him and asked.
And now...
When I was a young scholar, I was pursuing the new path of Song and Mu, and looking for ways to prosper the world.
In the past, my limited desire to pursue the ultimate power was, in the final analysis, just for myself.
"Establish a heart for heaven and earth, establish a destiny for the living people, carry on the unique knowledge for the saints, and for all generations..."
Hu Yihu paused, but at that moment his eyes were full of understanding and even regretful.
When you retire as a scholar, you do it in order to get rid of the pride in your chest and compete with the scholars in heaven.
Zhang Shengxuying said something so ambiguously, Wen Dao frowned slightly, but at this moment he was habitually lowering his eyebrows in thought.
"Choose, or both."
"Junior."
"Whoever comes here, be it a person or a saint, the path is right behind your eyes."
"good."
As he finished speaking, the fingertips of the dense fog fell under Wen Dao's forehead. The last moment, a golden light suddenly fell into Wen Dao's eyebrows. At this moment, Wen Dao's eyes suddenly narrowed.
"I just remember that there was no one, and I didn't have much in common with him."
"The Song Mu you are looking for, you have written down what you should do in your life for eighty years."
But the last moment, the sound came suddenly.
The golden light behind his face penetrated his body, and an unprecedented power rushed straight through his body.
As he said that, the thick fog dissipated behind Wen Dao, and a figure regrouped nearby at the last moment.
"You entered the Tao as a mortal, practiced hard and longed to become a saint."
For the sake of the people in heaven, for the glory of the past saints, and for the eternal prosperity of the prosperous age, Song Mu is prosperous!
When I was in Hanlin, I was full of great ambitions to fight against the demons in heaven.
Wen Dao paused, and although he frowned this time, he stood up.
After saying that, the finger fell on Hu Yi's forehead. Wen Dao looked up and saw that the thick fog was quietly dispersing, and only a few words reached his ears.
"Come here, that's a familiar answer you've heard."
When Tong was born, he thought that the Song family would be dimmed.
"Haven't many younger generations experienced this situation?"
Wen Dao's past experiences all turned into the famous saying of Zhang Zai in later generations.
Wen Dao uttered that sentence again and again. The reason he could not be in such a situation today was because of this sentence. The word "seeking truth" still did not make Wen Dao completely calm.
However, I had thought that this saint could be obtained before I could wait. At this moment, the thick fog dispersed, and the last moment it condensed again behind Wen Dao. The face that stirred up the thick fog to see the specific outline appeared a few days behind Wen Dao.
inch.
Wen Dao snorted fiercely, but at this moment, there was no sound of chanting reverberating in his ears. This sound vibrated in his mind, and the previous words came out. In an instant, he could see traces in the distance, but immediately there was no sound of chanting again.
Ripples out and fills the sky.
After a pause, he asked now.
The thick fog stirred again, but at this moment, the fog that had not dissipated was unknown anymore.
When he was promoted, it was for the sake of restoring the glory of the Song family, and it was because of his master's painstaking cultivation.
"But what is a saint, I dare to say, but what I want to do is to bless the common people. As for a saint..."
"To become a Confucian scholar through literature, some people are full of bookishness, and some people are full of hostility. No one is complacent, and no one has unfulfilled ambitions. But only, someone will tell you that the purpose of his journey to Song and Mu is to eliminate
Everything in the sky, everything below the peak of Song Mu."
That is **.
"You are asking whether he is Zhang Sheng or an inner demon."
"Your way is to prove the reality of all things, and you must do it yourself."
…
At the same time, the sound of chanting spread far and wide, and countless people in the small land of China raised their eyes to listen to the chanting that seemed to come from the horizon.
"Seek knowledge and seek truth, seek truth and seek truth."
"This person is a saint, and the people in heaven will choose it for you!"
"Open peace."
"This junior is bold enough to speak out."
"Hu followed Song Mu's journey, and today is the day when the Qingming Festival is finally over."
"It is enough for the people of our day to remember that your literary skills contributed a small amount to the Wen Dynasty."
"All you have to do is go against your own will."
"Song Mu's journey, he should be able to pry into its mysterious corner today."
While Song Mu was still recalling all this, Zhang Sheng's voice came again.
This is the last thing that makes people regard themselves as a human being, no matter how powerful they are and how capable they are of carving out mountains and reclaiming seas.
"You have chosen them all, but it seems that you have not chosen them."
"Come here, I've waited until today, and that ray of breath has been exhausted. It's better than worse."
"Without people like him, Song Mu's journey might still be full of flowers."
"What I'm talking about, apart from the common people in the sky, is Song Mu's transformation. It's just that I was too slow. I was waiting for Hu Yi's transformation to be completed, and then..."
Hearing this, the phantom was a little excited, but did not answer immediately.
"It's just that I don't like our answer."
"But why Song Mu? That's the first time you've heard of it."
Wen Dao was silent. What he said was quite disrespectful. If he wanted to question the other party in turn, he would obviously gain little.
When he was a scholar, he wanted to use his literary power to resist the attacks of demons.
"The juniors are presumptuous, but they know how the juniors choose."
"You are a passerby who has been pursuing the road of Hu Yi in the past. You stopped here to see how the people who came have been doing."
Holding his hands towards the phantom, Wen Dao raised his head and said.
Wen Dao looked startled, and was about to ask more questions when he saw that the shadow in the thick fog seemed to be unsteady, and Zhang Sheng suddenly stretched out a finger and pointed at Wen Dao.
The people in the foreign land have not knelt on the ground for a long time, but in the white jade scroll, the fragment of the star placed in the white tower fell under the scroll at this moment, and the words below it were as dazzling as crystal.
The pieces of the sky star suddenly melted and merged into the scroll.
"Perhaps in this world, there are no ancestors who hope your ancestors of the Song family can become saints the most."
As he finished speaking, Hu Yihu felt a sudden change in his face, and the thick fog in front of him suddenly appeared behind him. The face that still looked vague appeared behind his eyes, and he nodded slightly at this moment.
There seems to be a bit of eagerness, even a bit of desire.
"He who comes, remember what he said."
"Song Mu Peak, it doesn't matter if it wants people or saints."