Tang Ming seemed to have anticipated the other party's shock.
He smiled slightly: "I just said that I can point out the shortcomings in your path to mortal transformation."
"As part of the transaction."
"I hope senior can help my apprentice improve his spiritual intelligence."
Fan Zhongtian was shocked all over and couldn't help but look at the young man in front of him again.
Fan Zhongtian said with some uncertainty: "Do you know what it means to transform into a mortal?"
"Know."
Tang Ming nodded and said slowly: "If you want to transform into a god, you must first transform into a mortal, use the mortal world to wash away the impurities in your soul, obtain a pure soul, and then take the opportunity to break through to the realm of god transformation."
"Senior, am I right?"
Gulu.
Fan Zhongtian swallowed hard, his old face full of horror.
It's not like he has never been frightened in his life.
But only today.
A junior who was less than twenty years old and was only in the Foundation Establishment realm made him feel the greatest horror! In order to transform into a god, he must first transform into a mortal.
This is the way he chose to break through to the realm of divine transformation.
But the question is - Fan Zhongtian asked solemnly: "Little friend, how did you see it?"
Tang Ming glanced at him: "Of course you can see it with your eyes."
"..." The corner of Fan Zhongtian's mouth twitched again. As the master of the Zijin Taoist Temple and the guardian of Jinling City, he had forgotten how many times the corner of his mouth twitched today.
In short, many times.
Tang Ming asked with a smile: "Senior, will you accept my deal?"
"catch!"
Fan Zhongtian nodded heavily: "I want to hear what you, a junior, have to say. Tell me. I am all ears."
Tang Ming looked over with a smile but said nothing.
Fan Zhongtian was speechless: "You are a junior, can I still lie to you?"
Tang Ming smiled and said: "Senior is very powerful, so naturally I have to make more preparations. There are so many dishonest people these days."
Fan Zhongtian gritted his teeth, then turned his hands and took out a writing brush from the storage ring.
Not a magic weapon.
It's just an ordinary brush, but the manufacturing process is very precise, and it looks like it's been around for a while, and there's still a ray of awe-inspiring righteousness on it.
"Take this writing brush and go to the Confucius Temple to find the temple owner."
"This is the writing brush of the former temple owner. You can use it to inspect the Confucian stone tablets in the inner temple of Confucius Temple."
Fan Zhongtian glanced at Ziri and spoke slowly: "Confucian moral principles are academic orthodoxy and follow the sage words of Confucius that 'there is no distinction between teachings'. As long as spiritual wisdom is born, everyone can accept the teachings."
"Your disciple was born with spiritual wisdom, but his spiritual wisdom is incomplete. He can nourish his mind and complete his spiritual wisdom with pure Confucianism."
Tang Ming's eyes lit up.
Confucian culture.
Why didn't he think of this method?
Confucian moral principles contain the literary spirit of heaven and earth, and the literary spirit can best nourish spiritual wisdom.
According to the legend of Jingguai Zatan, in ancient times, there was a mountain fox spirit who was born with incomplete spiritual wisdom. Then he mistakenly entered the Confucius Temple to observe the Confucian stone tablets. In the end, he completed his spiritual wisdom and became the guardian beast of Confucianism! "Thank you, senior, for reminding me."
Tang Ming accepted the problem with a smile and couldn't help but observe it carefully.
"Don't look at it, this is just an ordinary writing brush, but the materials used are more refined. In addition, it has been used by great scholars for decades, so it is normal for it to have a ray of literary spirit."
"You can just take it to Confucius Temple at any time."
Fan Zhongtian glanced at him and said thoughtfully: "Now, isn't it time to talk about the transformation into mortals?"
"good."
Tang Ming put away his brush and looked at Fan Zhongtian.
"Since senior has chosen the path of becoming a mortal, he knows a lot about becoming a mortal."
Tang Ming asked: "Senior, do you often fish in Xuanwu Lake?"
"Um."
Fan Zhongtian nodded: "Coming here to fish is also a step towards becoming a mortal. It allows me to get closer to the world and experience this rare tranquility and leisure."
Tang Ming frowned and asked again: "How many years has it lasted?"
"It's been about ten years."
Fan Zhongtian glanced at him and continued: "Ten years ago, I sensed an opportunity for a breakthrough, so I chose the path to mortal transformation to achieve a breakthrough."
"At the beginning, the effect of transforming into a mortal was very obvious."
"But three years later, the effect became weaker and weaker. It was clear that my mood was as indifferent as water, with no distracting thoughts, but I could no longer make any progress."
"I've been stuck here for seven years now."
Fan Zhongtian sighed: "If I hadn't already half-stepped into becoming a god, I would have given up on becoming a mortal and found another way to break through."
"Little friend, do you really know the shortcomings of my path to mortal transformation?"
When talking about the latter part, Fan Zhongtian looked solemn.
He wanted to hear Tang Ming's opinions, which might really inspire him.
"Your path to mortal transformation has gone astray."
Tang Ming spoke calmly.
Fan Zhongtian was stunned for a moment: "Is it off?"
"Yes, it was off track from the beginning, and it became more and more off track later on."
"Cut off the cause and effect, fall into the mortal world, use the mortal world to cover up the heavenly secrets, and integrate the power of the human world. This is the true way to transform into the mortal world."
"But look around you."
Tang Ming pointed to Xuanwu Lake, the fishing boat under his feet, and the raincoat on the opponent's body: "These are all wrong."
Fan Zhongtian was shocked: "My friend, please explain clearly."
"To truly transform into the mortal world, you don't just have to walk down from Purple Mountain or Purple Gold Taoist Temple, but you have to truly integrate into the world of mortals."
"What is the secular world?"
"The noisy streets, the prosperous and crowded vegetable markets, the hard work, the worldly sophistication, the basic necessities of life, helplessness and hardship, excitement and loss, pressure and motivation..." "The fusion of these is the world of the world."
"Look at you again."
Tang Ming stood up, took a look around the surroundings, and then shook his head and said: "You can wander around Xuanwu Lake and taste fine wine, sit alone in a fishing boat and fish for shrimps, and be alone in a raincoat. It's cool in summer, not cold in winter, and can't be exposed to the scorching sun and heavy rain."
Not wet.”
"Your transformation into mortal form just merged into Xuanwu Lake."
"But in the eyes of the world, you are out of place."
"People either think you are an expert hermit, or they think you are a lonely old man with some weird quirks."
Boom! Fan Zhongtian was shocked and his face was dull.
Tang Ming glanced at him and said unceremoniously: "In the final analysis, it is your understanding of secular life that is biased."
"Become mortal, become mortal."
"Have you seen any ordinary people living as leisurely as you do?"
"Who doesn't trudge through the worldly world, strive for a happy life, work hard, and sweat all over their backs?"
Fan Zhongtian smiled bitterly.
He has lived in a Taoist temple since he was a child, and his basic necessities, including food, clothing, housing, and transportation, including cultivation, are all practiced with his master in Purple Mountain.
After the master passed away, he was the only one left.
Although he later accepted several apprentices, they all respected him.
Later, Zijin Mountain was developed into a tourist attraction, and he specifically requested the Bureau of Culture and Tourism to list Zijin Taoist Temple as a forbidden area and strictly prohibit tourists from disturbing it.
so.
From beginning to end, Fan Zhongtian had a biased understanding of secular life.