Su Mo looked at the old man in front of him, his eyes gradually became red, and he opened his mouth, but did not say anything.
Du Pingsheng knew who he was, and he also knew that Confucianism and Taoism were difficult to achieve spiritual transformation.
But he still wanted to help Su Mo break the mirror just like when Su Mo left the mountain.
When the wanderer returns, he is no longer the one he left behind. It seems like everything has changed, and it seems like nothing has changed.
What has changed is the identity of the person who returned, but what remains unchanged is the way the old man looks at the wanderer.
Su Mo looked at Du Pingsheng's long hair, which was only gray when he went out. Unexpectedly, it had turned completely white.
Just one month, but it seems like several years have passed...
"Mr. Du..."
Seeming to see Su Mo's eyes, Du Pingsheng smiled nonchalantly.
"As people get older, their hair will always turn gray."
Su Mo thought of his white hair, and his whole body trembled, and his expression when he saw Du Pingsheng was rippled.
Like the winter sun, like the summer rain.
He didn't know that after he disappeared, Du Pingsheng risked his hatred and revenge against Lei Zong and searched for more than half a month... The land of three sects was dug three feet deep.
And Du Pingsheng never mentioned it. It seemed that the moment he saw Su Mo come back, it became unimportant.
"Where can I become a god?" Du Pingsheng looked at Su Mo, who was stunned, and stroked his beard with a smile.
When Su Mo heard this, there was a trace of confusion in his expression. Outside the Nine Realms, he had no destination...
He doesn't know where to go to become a god, nor does he know how to transform into a god.
"Why don't you go to your hometown?" Du Pingsheng asked with a smile.
Su Mo shook his head with a depressed expression...
My hometown is in the past life, and I can’t go back to the past life.
Home is in the boat, and there is no one in the boat.
My hometown is in the Imperial City, and I dare not go to the Imperial City.
His parents in the imperial city were Su Mo's last attachment. He didn't dare to go back easily with all his karma...
Seemingly understanding Su Mo's sadness, Du Pingsheng smiled and said to Su Mo:
"Then go to my hometown!"
Su Mo trembled all over and looked at Du Pingsheng closely.
The hometown of an immortal cultivator often carries with it a lifetime of nostalgia. It is a fetter in the heart of an immortal cultivator and is also a person's weakness.
Du Pingsheng was willing to take Su Mo to his hometown, perhaps because Su Mo had already been a personal descendant in his heart.
"how?"
Su Mo looked deeply into Du Pingsheng's kind eyes and nodded slowly.
Du Pingsheng smiled kindly, "Then let's go..."
Su Mo turned around and looked at Yunzong Yaoshan, where Du had lived for who knows how many years, and opened his mouth, "But...Yunzong..."
Du Pingsheng is an elder of the Yun Sect and has a very high seniority. But this time...
A trace of sadness flashed across Du Pingsheng's face, and it disappeared in an instant. He glanced at the mountain of medicine and sighed deeply: "This Yun Sect...is not my place..."
He didn't say much, and Su Mo didn't ask any more questions.
"Wait for me for a moment..." Du Pingsheng seemed to remember something, turned around and entered the hut, and then walked out very quickly.
Come to think of it, I took something.
Du Pingsheng walked up to Su Mo, with a smile on his old face, and said to Su Mo, "Let's go."
"good."
The golden light of Su Moru's Taoist rules lit up under their feet, and disappeared on the mountain of medicine in the blink of an eye...
The two left quietly, without disturbing anyone.
The medicine mountain was already quiet at night, as if the departure of the two people did not change the feeling of desolation on the medicine mountain.
A flying insect flapped its wings and landed on the cold teapot on the stone table. A ray of breeze blew, and the flying insects were blown up by the wind and flew back into the grass and trees.
The remaining tea in the teacup was blown by the wind, creating an indescribable meaning.
...
The night is like ink and the moonlight is like frost.
Two figures, an old man and a young man, walked under the moonlight. The old man's white hair reflected the brilliance of the silver moon.
Su Mo followed Du Pingsheng's footsteps and walked in the night.
I don't know since when, he has been accustomed to walking slowly in the night. But she didn't understand why Du Pingsheng took him away on foot without seeming to be in a hurry.
"Shall we go to Mr. Du's hometown?" Su Mo turned to look at Du Pingsheng beside him.
Du Pingsheng turned to look at Su Mo and smiled: "How long has it been since you took a long walk?"
Su Mo lowered his head and thought for a while. It seemed like a long time...ever since he began to practice Taoism, he rarely walked slowly and down-to-earth.
With so many things going on in the world, there was no chance for him to breathe.
Du Pingsheng looked at Su Mo's expression, smiled helplessly, and continued walking along the forest path into the night.
"What do you think is becoming a god?"
Du Pingsheng's old voice sounded in the forest, accompanied by the chirping of insects and frogs in the grass and trees, ringing in Su Mo's ears.
"Everyone who transforms into a god is in the mortal realm. Transforming into a god means cultivating the Tao and transcending the mortal world..." Su Mo thought for a moment, and then slowly spoke according to Daxi's introduction to the secular realm of god transformation.
"Transcend from the mortal world and become a god."
Below the transformed god is the mortal realm, and above the transformed god is the divine realm.
Mortal realm, divine realm. One word difference, but a world of difference.
Only by breaking away from the mundane world can one become a god...
Transcendence from the mortal world... This is the only way for human beings to become gods.
But what Confucianism and Taoism cultivate is ordinary. With the common world as the foundation, how can we break away from the common world... This is also the origin of the saying in Confucianism and Taoism that there is no transformation into God.
This is the dilemma of Su Mo becoming a god.
Cultivation is in the ordinary world, but we must break away from the ordinary world.
Du Pingsheng smiled and nodded, and slowly said: "This is the secular way of transforming into a god, transforming a god into a god, but in fact it is still a way of cultivating the Tao, repairing the imperfections in the mortal realm."
"The so-called transcendence is nothing more than giving up some things in order to pursue the perfection of Taoism."
"I take it off again and again, but I still can't escape the word 'cultivation'."
Su Mo was stunned and then heard Du Pingsheng continue to speak:
"Since we are just practicing Taoism, why bother to escape from the world..."
Su Mo nodded and continued walking forward with Du Pingsheng.
The road under your feet recedes step by step, and the long and uncertain road in front of you is like Su Mo's way of becoming a god.
"When cultivating the mind in Alchemy and Taoism, it takes one persistence to become a god. When cultivating the mind in Confucianism and Taoism, what do you seek?"
Du Pingsheng walked forward with a smile, as if talking to himself.
Su Mo's body trembled and he stood on the spot.
When cultivating alchemy, you need to be persistent... Su Mo remembered what Du Pingsheng said in the past: Everyone who practices alchemy has a persistent pursuit, and it is the elixir that he seeks for his whole life.
But Confucianism and Taoism cultivate the heart, so what do they seek?
Suddenly, Su Mo smiled hoarsely and removed the jade pendant on his body, revealing the appearance of a handsome young man with white clothes and white hair...
"Confucianism and Taoism cultivate the mind, and what they seek is one heart."
Su Mo showed his original appearance, walked to Du Pingsheng's side, and followed Du Pingsheng forward step by step.
This pursuit of a 'mind' is the original mind.
Du Pingsheng turned to look at Su Mo, a young man with white clothes and white hair, and smiled.
"Do you know what to do?"
This was the first time he saw Su Mo's real appearance, but he never thought he was so delicate and elegant, just like jade...
"I don't know!" Su Mo shook his head.
Transforming Confucianism and Taoism into gods is as difficult as ascending to heaven.
If you don’t give up the worldly world and want to become a god, then you are going against heaven...
Du Pingsheng smiled and nodded.
"Take your time, don't rush."
The two of them walked slowly into the night, and a wisp of breeze blew by, blowing the chirping insects and frogs in the forest into the distance.
