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 is it.
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 longer shackles for the strong.
The gap between the strong and the weak in this world is no longer something that can be 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.
That is lust.
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 reclaiming mountains and seas.
"What will happen to the people who come after us?"
While Song Mu was still recalling all this, Zhang Sheng's voice came again.
There seems to be a bit of eagerness, even a bit of desire.
Song Mu raised his head, feeling extremely calm at the moment. He sat down slowly, then looked at the shadow in front of him and asked.
"Juniors are presumptuous, but I don't know how seniors choose."
Hearing this, the phantom was a little excited, but it did not answer immediately.
Song Muran felt that his words were quite arrogant, and if he wanted to question the other party in turn, he would obviously gain nothing.
But the next moment, the sound came suddenly.
"I have chosen them all, but it seems that I have not chosen them."
Zhang Shengxuying said something so ambiguously, Song Mu frowned slightly, but now he was habitually lowering his eyebrows in thought.
But I never thought that Zhang Sheng could no longer wait. The thick fog dispersed at this moment, and condensed again in front of Song Mu the next moment. The face whose specific outline was unclear due to the thick fog appeared a few inches in front of Song Mu.
"Later, whether human or saint, the great road is right in front of you."
"I am just a passer-by on the road to pursuing the path of literature. I stopped here to see what happened to people in the future."
"Choose, or neither."
With that said, the thick fog dissipated in front of Song Mu, and the next moment, a figure regrouped in the distance.
Song Mu paused, and although he frowned, he stood up.
Song Mu raised his head and said as he raised his hands towards the phantom.
"Then the junior is bold enough to speak out."
"I entered the Tao as a mortal, practiced hard and longed to become a saint."
"But I dare not say for sure what a saint is, but what I want to do is to be a person who benefits the common people. As for a saint..."
Song Mu suddenly paused, but at this moment his eyes were extremely calm, even without regret.
"Perhaps in this world, only our ancestors hope that descendants of the Song family like me can become saints."
"The literary way I was looking for, after advocating literature for thirty years, I wrote down what I should do in this life."
"Establish a heart for heaven and earth, establish a destiny for the living people, carry on the unique knowledge for the past saints, and for all generations..."
"Open peace."
Song Mu softly uttered this sentence. The reason why he was in such a situation today was because of this sentence. The word "seeking truth" made Song Mu completely calm.
In the past, my endless desire to pursue the ultimate power was, in the final analysis, not just for myself.
When Tong Sheng was born, he wanted to prevent his Song family from becoming gloomy.
When he was a scholar, he wanted to use his literary power to resist the attacks of demons.
When he was promoted, the purpose was to revive the Song family's glory and live up to his master's painstaking cultivation.
When I became a Jinshi, I wanted to get rid of my pride and compete with the world's literati.
When he was in Hanlin, he lived up to his ambitions for Tongping, the demon in the world.
When I was a bachelor, I was aiming for this new path of literature and art, and looking for other ways to prosper in the world.
And now...
Song Mu's past experiences all turned into this famous saying from Zhang Zai in his previous life.
And for the sake of the people of the world, and for the glory of the past, and for the eternity of this prosperous age, and the prosperity of culture!
"senior."
"I don't care whether you are Zhang Sheng or the inner demon."
"Song Mu has been on the road to enlightenment, and today is the day when he finally becomes clear."
"All I have to do is follow my own path."
"My way is to prove the reality of all things, and I must do it personally."
"Seek knowledge and truth, seek truth and seek truth."
"It will be enough for people in the future to remember that I, Song Mu, contributed a small amount to the Wen Dynasty."
"At the pinnacle of literature and art, it doesn't matter if it wants people or saints."
"Who is a man and a saint? Let all the people in the world choose it for me!"
After the words fell, Song Mu suddenly felt that the scene in front of him paused, and then the thick fog suddenly condensed in front of him, and the still unclear face appeared in front of him, and he nodded slightly at this moment.
"good."
"Later, this is not an unfamiliar answer I have heard."
"But what about Wen Dao? This is the first time I've heard of it."
Song Mu paused and then asked.
"Have many seniors experienced this situation?"
The thick fog stirred again, but at this moment, the fog dissipated slightly and never condensed again.
"Of course, I have asked this question to all those who have attained enlightenment here."
"It's just that I don't like their answers."
"To become a Confucian through literature, some people are full of bookishness, some are full of hostility, some are complacent, and some have unfulfilled ambitions, but no one can tell me that the purpose of their literary and Taoist journey is to eliminate the common people in the world. Anything other than the pinnacle of liberal arts.”
"I just remember that there was once a person who was somewhat similar to you."
"What he said, in addition to the common people in the world, is the change of literary education, but he was too impatient and did not wait for the change of literary education to be completed..."
Song Mu was stunned. He was about to ask more questions at this moment, but saw that the shadow in the thick fog seemed to be unable to hold on. Zhang Sheng suddenly stretched out a finger and pointed at Song Mu.
"Later, I waited until today, and this ray of breath has been exhausted, but it's okay."
"With people like you who come after you, the literary world may still be full of flowers."
After saying that, the finger fell on Song Mu's forehead. Song Mu looked up and saw that the thick fog had quietly dissipated, and only one sentence slowly reached his ears.
"Later, please remember what you said."
"Literary education is a journey. Today, you should be able to get a glimpse of its mysterious corner."
After the words fell, the fingertips of the thick fog fell on Song Mu's forehead. The next moment, a golden light suddenly fell into Song Mu's eyebrows. At this moment, Song Mu's eyes suddenly widened.
The golden light in front of him came out, and an unprecedented power rushed straight into his body.
Song Mu snorted fiercely, but at this moment, there were countless chanting sounds echoing in his ears. The sound vibrated in his mind, and then spread out. In an instant, he disappeared from the distance, but soon there were chanting sounds again, rippling out. , filling the sky.
The people in the foreign land had already knelt on the ground, and outside the white jade scroll, the fragment of the star placed in the black tower fell on the scroll at this moment, with words on it that were as dazzling as crystal. The fragments of the sky star suddenly melted and merged into the scroll.
At the same time, the chanting sound spread thousands of miles, and countless people across the land of China raised their eyes to listen to the chanting that seemed to come from the horizon.
...(End of chapter)
