I slay demons and demons with poetry

Song Mu was silent at the moment, his eyes raised slightly, and when he looked at the thick fog shadow of the saint again, it seemed that he finally understood the other party's intention at this moment.

The road of Wen Dao, he wanted to see what kind of road Song Mu took.

Whether it is always climbing the pinnacle of literature and Taoism as a human being, or.

One day, mortals will be nirvana, transcend the world, and enter the Tao with holiness.

What is the difference between the two, Song Mu does not know, but obviously, Zhang Sheng in front of him must have sensed something from it.

Song Mu lowered his eyes again, but at the moment he didn't think about anything, he just recalled the scenes that the other party showed him just now.

In this mysterious world, it seems that because of this mighty force from heaven, some laws have changed.

Birth, old age, sickness and death, to the strong, seem to be no more shackles.

The strong and the weak in this world are no longer a gap that can be easily broken by the change of time.

It's just that there is only one thing that still makes people feel that this is still the world.

That is lust.

This is the last thing that people will still treat themselves as a person no matter how much power they have and how capable they are.

"What about later generations?"

While Song Mu was still remembering all this, that Sheng Zhang's voice came again.

It seems that there is a bit of eagerness, and even a bit of desire.

Song Mu raised his head, his heart was extremely calm at the moment, he sat down slowly, then looked at the phantom in front of him, and asked.

"The younger generation is presumptuous, but I don't know how the seniors chose it."

Hearing this, the phantom was agitated a bit, but did not answer immediately.

Song Mu was silent, he was quite trusting in what he said, and if he wanted to question the other party in turn, it would obviously not yield anything.

But the next moment, the voice came suddenly.

"I have chosen them all, but it seems that none of them have been chosen."

Zhang Shengxuying said something so ambiguous, Song Mu frowned slightly, but now he habitually lowered his eyebrows in thought.

But he never thought that Zhang Sheng couldn't wait anymore, the thick fog dispersed at this moment, and gathered again in front of Song Mu the next moment, and the face whose specific outline could not be seen clearly appeared in front of Song Mu a few inches away.

"Later people, whether they are human beings or saints, the Dao is in front of them."

"I'm just a passer-by on the road to pursue this literary path. I stop here and want to see what happens to people later."

"Choose, or don't choose."

Saying that, the thick fog dissipated in front of Song Mu again, and the next moment re-condensed a figure in the distance.

Song Mu paused, and although he frowned this time, he also got up.

Cupping his hands towards the phantom, Song Mu raised his head and said.

"The junior dared to speak out."

"I entered the Tao as a mortal, practicing hard and longing to become holy."

"But what is a saint, I dare not say for sure, but what I want to do is to bless the people of the world, as for the saint..."

Song Mu paused suddenly, but at this moment, his eyes were extremely flat, even without regret.

"Perhaps in this world, only the ancestors most hope that the descendants of the Song family like me can become holy."

"The literary way I am looking for, after 30 years of Chongwen, I wrote down what I should do in my life."

"Set up a heart for the heaven and earth, a life for the people, a legacy for the sages, and a lifetime..."

"Open Taiping."

Song Mu uttered this sentence lightly, the reason why he was in such a situation today is because of this sentence, the word truth-seeking has made Song Mu completely calm.

In the final analysis, the power of pursuing the ultimate power that I had infinitely longed for in the past was not only for myself.

When he was born as a child, he wanted his Song family not to be gloomy.

When I was a scholar, I wanted to use my literary strength to resist the harassment of demons.

When raising people, it was for the purpose of revitalizing the glory of the Song family and living up to Master's painstaking cultivation.

When I was a Jinshi, I wanted to show my pride and compete with the literati all over the world.

During the Hanlin period, it was for the sake of peace in the world, and it was full of ambition.

When I was a bachelor, it was for this new way of writing and Taoism, and to find other ways to prosper in the world.

And now...

Song Mu's past experience has all been transformed into this famous saying by Zhang Zai in his previous life.

And for the people of the world, and for the glory of the past, and for the eternal existence of this prosperous age, the prosperity of literature and Taoism!

"senior."

"I don't care if you are Zhang Sheng or a demon."

"Song Mu Wendao has traveled all the way, and today is finally Qingming."

"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 myself."

"Seek knowledge and truth, seek truth and truth."

"It will be enough for the common people in the future to remember that I, Song Mu, made a small contribution to the Wen Dynasty."

"The pinnacle of Wen Dao, it doesn't matter if it wants people, or it wants saints."

"It's a man and a saint, and let the people of the world choose for me!"

After the words fell, Song Mu suddenly felt the scene in front of him pause, and then the thick fog suddenly condensed in front of him, and the face that was still unclear appeared in front of him, and he nodded slightly at this moment.

"good."

"Later, this is not an unfamiliar answer I have heard."

"But why is Wen Dao, this is the first time I've heard of it."

Song Mu paused, and asked now.

"This scene, have many seniors experienced it?"

The dense fog stirred again, but at this moment, there was a little bit of dissipated fog that hadn't condensed.

"However, the old man has asked this question to those who have proved the way here."

"It's just that the old man doesn't like their answers."

"To become Confucianism through literature, some people are full of bookishness, while others are full of hostility. Some people are full of ambitions, and some have unfulfilled ambitions, but only, no one told me that the way of writing and Taoism is to eradicate the common people in the world. Anything other than the pinnacle of literary dao."

"I just still remember that there was once a person who was somewhat similar to you."

"What he said, apart from the common people in the world, is the change of the literary way, but he was too anxious, before the literary way changed completely, then..."

Song Mu was stunned, and was about to ask further questions, but saw that the phantom in the thick fog seemed to be unable to hold on, and this holy figure suddenly stretched out a finger, pointing at Song Mu.

"Later, we have waited until today, and this ray of breath is almost exhausted, but it's okay."

"With people like you who came after me, the literary and Taoist journey, maybe the flowers will still be blooming like a brocade."

After finishing speaking, the finger fell on Song Mu's forehead. Song Mu looked up, and the thick fog was already quietly dissipating, and only one sentence came into his ears slowly.

"Later, remember what you said."

"Wen Dao, today, you should be able to spy on its mysterious corner."

As the voice fell, the fingertips of the dense fog fell on Song Mu's forehead, and a little golden light suddenly fell into the center of Song Mu's eyebrows at the next moment. At this moment, Song Mu's eyes suddenly widened.

A golden light came out from the body in front of him, and an unprecedented force rushed straight to the whole body.

Song Mu snorted fiercely, but at this moment, countless voices of chanting echoed in his ears. The voice vibrated in his mind, and then spread out, disappearing in the distance in an instant, but soon there were voices of chanting again, rippling out , filling the sky.

The people in the foreign land had already knelt down on the ground, but outside the white jade scroll, the fragment of the sky star placed in the black tower fell on the scroll at this moment. The words on it agitated, and the crystal-like dazzling The celestial fragments suddenly melted and merged into the scroll.

At the same time, the sound of the chanting spread thousands of miles, and countless people in the land of China raised their eyes to listen to the chanting that seemed to come from the sky.

... (end of this chapter)