After listening to the master's explanation, Zhang Zhiwei said thoughtfully:
"'Sex' is the root of the soul, and 'life' is the foundation of the body. Using your own life to portray someone else is quite difficult!"
Zhang Jingqing nodded: "It is indeed huge, so no one has ever succeeded from ancient times to the present!"
"Master, what will happen if it succeeds?" Zhang Zhiwei asked.
"If you succeed, you will naturally become a god on the spot. You will no longer have to collect willpower specifically, and you can directly obtain all the abilities and beliefs of the god you are acting as!" Zhang Jingqing said lightly.
"Is it really that simple?"
Zhang Zhiwei mused, "Compared with the 'nature' of God, which is the product of countless beliefs and legends, the 'nature' of man is undoubtedly as different as a drop of water from the ocean."
"Let's not even talk about how difficult it would be to evolve one's own 'sexuality' to match that of God. Even if it succeeds, and this drop of water completely merges into the ocean, then who controls the ocean, the drop of water or the ocean itself?"
Hearing this, Zhang Jingqing said, "Your perspective is very tricky, but that's not the key. When you reach a high level of skill and act to the point where you believe you're a god, whether you're a drop of water or an ocean won't matter anymore!"
Zhang Zhiwei suddenly realized: "Yes, at that point, one's own nature has become divine. What difference does it make whether it is water or the sea? It is no longer oneself anyway."
Zhang Jingqing said, "Zhiwei, you're thinking too far ahead, but too far ahead. Those who wear divine masks often cultivate multiple masks. It's difficult for a drop of water to become several oceans. So, thinking too much is meaningless!"
Zhang Zhiwei retorted, "It does have some meaning. If one's cultivation isn't aimed at the Great Dao, but only focuses on immediate means, then what can one achieve? No matter how long one cultivates, one will still be a jack of all trades!"
This is also the reason why Zhang Zhiwei pays special attention to the cultivation of life and soul, and somewhat despises the art of talismans. After all, side techniques are just side techniques. Only when one's own life is strong can one remain strong forever.
In Zhang Zhiwei's opinion, if one really wants to cultivate this divine mask, one is enough. If one cultivates many, practices each one to a high level, and acts it out until he believes in it, wouldn't that be schizophrenia?
And if you don't have faith in it, sometimes you are this god, sometimes you are that god, then what's the point of cultivating this mask of deity that can steal the world and change the truth? It's not as direct as the divine fighting technique.
It was just like Quan Xing's Xia Liuqing, who had cultivated a bunch of messy divine masks, none of which could fight. The elderly masters were all showing off their passion, but he was the only one getting beaten.
"By the way, Master, I have an idea!" A shocking idea popped up in Zhang Zhiwei's mind.
"It's a good thing to have ideas, don't you think?" Zhang Jingqing said.
"What would happen if those who practiced wearing divine masks did not play the role of a god but played themselves? Would they directly reach the highest realm?" Zhang Zhiwei said.
Zhang Jingqing: “…………”
Then he said angrily, "Of course you can reach the highest level by playing yourself, because you are already at the highest level, but what's the point? It's the same as not practicing at all!"
Zhang Zhiwei said, "It doesn't make any sense in the beginning, but what if I really become a god? No, not a god, to be more precise, I become a god in the eyes of others. When everyone thinks I am a god, then I will really become a god. Moreover, it will not pollute my own spirituality, because I am playing myself!"
As Zhang Zhiwei was speaking, Zhang Jingqing looked at his disciple in astonishment. To act out himself, to deify himself in the eyes of the general public, and then to naturally accept his own divinity, was such a shocking idea.
Zhang Zhiwei continued, "To my disciples, wearing a divine mask to play the role of a god is like being a thief in disguise to steal from a business. The process is dangerous and difficult!"
"But if I play myself and then establish myself as a god, it's like building my own business, establishing my own company. I'm the boss myself, and I don't need to rely on external things to steal the power of faith, because it's already mine..."
Zhang Zhiwei was getting more and more excited, so Zhang Jingqing quickly interrupted:
"Young man, it's good to have ideas, but you can't be too ambitious and only care about castles in the air. Have you ever thought about your virtue not being worthy of your position, deifying yourself in the world? But can you withstand the backlash? As the saying goes, there is no first in literature and no second in martial arts. If you say you are a god, but others don't agree and say you are not, what can you do?"
"Then let's do one!" said Zhang Zhiwei.
Zhang Jingqing scolded, "It's easy to say, 'Do it,' but you can't do it. Many people have tried to become gods in this world, but only a few have succeeded. Our Tianshi Mansion's ancestor, Zhang Daoling, did it. Our Zhengyi Sect is the final product. But he did it after he achieved enlightenment and became invincible in the world. Don't think about these things without sufficient means to protect the Dao."
"Master, I understand what you are teaching me!"
Zhang Zhiwei lowered his head, thinking about the feasibility of this method. Invincible in the world? Isn't this the future Tiantong person I am?
Zhang Jingqing didn't know what his disciple was thinking, so he continued:
"A person's reputation is like a tree's shadow; a tall tree attracts the wind. Let's not talk about anything else, just take Zuo Ruotong from the Sanyi Sect, nicknamed the Daying Immortal. The reason he dares to call himself an immortal is because of his strength, which is recognized by everyone. It's not because he has the title of immortal first and then has the strength. Remember, everything in this world has a price. What you want depends on whether you can afford it."
Zhang Jingqing was still speaking when suddenly a noise from the audience interrupted him.
Zhang Jingqing looked over unhappily.
Zhang Zhiwei breathed a sigh of relief and looked over.
It turned out that the troublemaker was a fat man. He was holding a cup of tea and shouting:
"A good show deserves good wine. No matter how good the tea is, it's bland and tasteless!"
For a moment, everyone around looked at this person with some disgust.
The Lu family held a grand banquet and invited famous entertainers to perform, so why are they still picky?
Besides, who would drink alcohol while listening to Peking Opera?
Is it vulgar?
However, no one scolded him. This was the Lu family's place, so if anything had to be said, it had to be the Lu family members who said it.
But at this moment, a middle-aged man with white hair, a crew cut, high cheekbones, and wearing a long robe stood up and chuckled:
"Brother, you want to drink? That's not difficult!"
The man spoke quietly, but attracted everyone's attention.
The white-haired middle-aged man stretched out his hand, and a piece of paper appeared in his hand. He picked up the brush and started painting on the paper. In just a few strokes, he drew a black jar with the word "wine" written on red paper in the middle of the jar.
"Brother, the wine is here!"
The white-haired middle-aged man raised his hand, and a stream of water flew out of the mouth 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 looked at this scene in amazement. It was not until the aroma of wine filled his nose that he reacted. Without saying a word, he raised his head and drank it, savoring it carefully and smacking his lips:
"Good wine! Good wine!"
As soon as these words were spoken, the atmosphere around them suddenly became lively, and someone wanted to ask for a glass of the wine in the painting.
They are not afraid of being poisoned or anything like that.
This is the Lu family's territory, who dares to cause trouble?
The white-haired middle-aged man was not stingy either. He threw the scroll out immediately and passed it around the tables. Whoever got it only had to tilt the scroll slightly to pour out wine like a real wine jar. It was truly magical.
At this time, the fat man who had drunk the wine was dissatisfied again, smacking his lips and saying:
"I have good wine, but it would be a waste if it doesn't go well with good meat. They say dragon meat is in the sky and donkey meat is on the ground. How wonderful it would be if I could have some donkey meat to go with the wine!"