After listening to the master’s explanation, Zhang Zhiwei said thoughtfully:

"'Xing' is the foundation of the soul, and 'fate' is the foundation of the body. It is a bit difficult to use your own life to act as someone else!"

Zhang Jingqing nodded: "It's really big, so no one has ever succeeded since ancient times!"

"Master, what will happen if we succeed?" Zhang Zhiwei said.

"If you succeed, you will naturally become a god immediately. You will no longer have to collect will power and directly obtain all the abilities and beliefs of the god you are playing!" Zhang Jing said calmly.

"Is it really that simple?"

Zhang Zhiwei said thoughtfully: "Compared with the 'nature' of human beings, which is the convergence of thousands of beliefs and legends, there is undoubtedly a gap between a drop of water and an ocean."

"Not to mention how difficult it is to evolve your own 'nature' to be the same as God's 'nature'. Even if you succeed, this drop of water is completely integrated into the sea. Is it the drop of water or this piece of water that controls this sea?

What about the sea itself?"

Hearing this, Zhang Jingqing said: "The angle you think about the problem is very tricky, but it doesn't matter. When you practice to a high level and act to the point where you believe that you are the God Queen, it doesn't matter whether it is a drop of water or a sea.

Got it!"

Zhang Zhiwei suddenly said: "Yes, at that point, one's own nature has become divine. It doesn't matter whether it is water or sea. It is not me anymore."

Zhang Jingqing said: "Zhiwei, you are thinking very far, but too far. You are just too ambitious. People with divine masks often build multiple masks. It is difficult for a drop of water to turn into several seas. So, if you think about it,

There’s no point in having too many!”

Zhang Zhiwei retorted: "It still makes some sense. If practice is not to point directly to the great road, but only focuses on some immediate means, what will happen? No matter how long you practice, you will still be a three-legged cat!"

This is also the reason why Zhang Zhiwei pays special attention to the cultivation of life and some light talismans. Side magic is only side magic after all. Only by the strength of one's own life can one be forever powerful.

In Zhang Zhiwei's opinion, if you really want to practice this godhead mask, just one is enough. If you practice a lot, practice each one to a high level, and act until you believe it, isn't that schizophrenia?

And if you don’t firmly believe that you will be one god at one time and another god at another time, then what is the use of cultivating the godhead mask that steals the sky and changes the sun?

Just like the omnipotent Xia Liuqing, the godhead masks he cultivated were so messed up that no one could beat him. The old masters were all showing off their passion and blood, but he was the only one getting beaten.

"By the way, Master, I have an idea!" A shocking idea came to Zhang Zhiwei's mind.

"It's a good thing to have ideas, you say!" Zhang Jingqing said.

"What would happen if a person who practiced the mask of gods did not act as a god, but acted as himself? Would he directly reach the highest state?" Zhang Zhiwei said.

Zhang Jingqing: "…………"

Then he said angrily: "Of course you can reach the highest level if you play yourself, because you are already at the highest level, but what's the point? If you practice, it will be the same as if you haven't practiced!"

Zhang Zhiwei said: "It doesn't make sense in the early stage, but what if I really become a god? No, not a god. To be precise, I become a god in the eyes of others. When everyone thinks I am a god, then will I just become a god?"

I have truly become a god, and it will not pollute my own spirituality, because I am playing myself!"

As Zhang Zhiwei said, Zhang Jingqing looked at his disciple with some dumbfounded eyes, acting as himself, making himself deified in the eyes of the general public, and then naturally accepting his own godhead. It is such a shocking idea.

All I heard was that Zhang Zhiwei continued to say: "To the disciples, using a god mask to act like a god is like being a thief who disguises himself as a thief and steals things from a business. The process is dangerous and difficult!"

"But if you play yourself and make yourself a god, it is equivalent to opening up your own business and building your own business. You are the boss yourself. There is no need to use external objects to steal the power of faith, because it is mine...

”

Zhang Zhiwei became more and more enthusiastic as he spoke, and Zhang Jingqing quickly interrupted:

"Young people, it's a good thing to have ideas, but you can't aim too high and only focus on castles in the air. Have you ever thought that virtue is not worthy of deifying yourself in the world? But can you withstand the backlash? As the saying goes, Wen Wu has nothing to do with it.

First, Wu Wu. Second, you say you are such and such a god, and others are dissatisfied and say you are not, what should you do?"

"Then let's do one!" Zhang Zhiwei said.

Zhang Jingqing scolded: "It's easy to say it, but it can't be done. Many people have done it to become a god in the world, but only a few have succeeded. This is what Zhang Daoling, the ancestor of our Tianshi Mansion, did.

Yes, our Zhengyi Sect is the final product, but he only did it after he became enlightened and became invincible in the world. He does not have enough means to protect the Dao, so don’t think about whether these things exist or not."

"What the master teaches is that the disciples know it!"

Zhang Zhiwei lowered his head, but he was thinking about the feasibility of this method. Is he invincible in the world? Isn't this the way to pass through heaven to me in the future?

Zhang Jingqing didn't know what was going on in his apprentice's mind, so he continued:

"A person's name, the shadow of a tree, the tree is big and attracts the wind. Let's not talk about anything else. Let's talk about Zuo Ruotong of Trinity Sect. People give him the nickname Daying Immortal. The reason why he dares to be called Immortal is because of his strength, which everyone recognizes.

, instead of having the title of Immortal before he has the strength, please remember that everything in this world has a price, and what you want to get depends on whether you can afford the price...

.."

Zhang Jingqing was still talking when suddenly, he was interrupted by noise from under the stage.

Zhang Jingqing looked over displeased.

Zhang Zhiwei breathed a sigh of relief and looked over.

It turned out that the troublemaker was a fat man, holding a cup of tea and shouting:

"A good show should be paired with good wine. No matter how good the tea is, it is bland and tasteless!"

For a moment, everyone around looked at this person with disgust.

The Lu family held a grand banquet and invited famous celebrities to perform. Why are they so picky?

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Besides, how can anyone listen to Peking Opera and still drink?

Is it vulgar?

However, no one reprimanded him. This was the Lu family's responsibility, and it was up to the Lu family to say anything.

But at this moment, a middle-aged man with white hair, a short head, high cheekbones, and a robe stood up and chuckled:

"This brother wants to drink? That's not difficult!"

This person didn't speak loudly, but he attracted everyone's attention.

The white-haired middle-aged man stretched out his hand, and there was pen and ink paper in his hand. He picked up the brush and began to draw on the paper. After a few strokes, he drew a black jar with a red paper sticker in the middle.

The word for wine.

"Brother, the wine is here!"

The white-haired middle-aged man raised his hand, and a column of water flew out of the wine jar in the painting and fell into the fat man's empty teacup.

After filling a glass of wine, the white-haired middle-aged man tilted the scroll in his hand slightly, and the water column stopped.

The fat man, on the other hand, looked at this scene in amazement. He didn't react until the aroma of the wine hit his nostrils. Without saying a word, he drank it, tasted it carefully, and smacked his lips:

"Good wine! Good wine!"

As soon as these words came out, the surrounding atmosphere suddenly became heated, and some people wanted to ask for a drink of the wine in the painting.

They are not afraid of poisoning or anything.

This is the Lu family's venue, who dares to cause trouble?

The white-haired middle-aged man was not stingy. He immediately threw the scroll out and passed it around the theater tables. The person who got it could just tilt the scroll slightly and pour out the wine just like a real wine jar.

It's magical.

At this time, the fat man who had drunk wine was dissatisfied again and smacked his lips and said:

"We already have good wine, but if good wine doesn't match good meat, wouldn't it be a waste? They say dragon meat is in the sky and donkey meat is on the ground. How beautiful it would be if there was donkey meat to go with the wine!"<
Chapter completed!