Chapter 327: To Become a God, You Must First Become a Mortal (the Third Update)

Although immortals here refer to immortal cultivators, how many mortals can meet immortal cultivators in their lifetime?

The higher the level of cultivation, the more they will be out of the mortal world.

Whether you are willing to admit it or not, the higher the level of cultivation, the more you think you have been out of the ranks of mortals.

Some people even think that mortals are like pigs and dogs, and are not the same kind of people as them.

So we often hear stories about immortal cultivators exorcising demons, but rarely hear news about immortal cultivators saving lives and healing the wounded.

"This... warrior, you really came to the wrong place. We are an orphan and a widow, penniless. You have seen the environment at home. There is nothing valuable.

And I am already terminally ill and I can't live for a few days, so I am not afraid of death.

No matter why you come, as long as you dare to hurt my Yinyin, I will fight you to the death, even if I die, I will drag you with me!"

Although the woman's eyes were blind, she still stared at Meng Fan with a pair of dead eyes, with a madness and strength in her tone.

She couldn't see Meng Fan, but she could tell the direction of Meng Fan by his voice, so she "looked" in the direction of Meng Fan.

"As long as you leave now and stop plotting against us, I can pretend that nothing happened. Otherwise, I will shout. Although there are not many people in our village, we are very united. I advise you to go somewhere else if you want to cheat!" Seeing that Meng Fan did not respond to her, the woman spoke again.

This was actually quite impolite, as she completely regarded Meng Fan as a liar.

But Meng Fan did not feel angry at all.

It was not sympathy, but simply helplessness.

It is undeniable and inevitable that he has a high and condescending attitude.

Just like on Earth, many superiors will not be angry because of the abuse of the lower class.

Meng Fan did not want to admit that he had this mentality, but he could not deny it.

Because he was a cultivator, and a cultivator of the fourth level of Dan Condensation, this realm was not too high among cultivators, but among mortals, he was really as powerful as an immortal.

After listening to the woman's words, Meng Fan's perspective was very clear. In fact, he ignored the woman's words and didn't care about her words.

He cared about his own reaction. He suddenly felt a little pathetic.

It wasn't the woman who was pathetic, but himself!

He found that in a sense, he no longer regarded himself as a human being. He seemed to really regard himself as a "fairy" who was high above.

That's why he was indifferent to the woman's accusations!

However, Meng Fan didn't feel sad because he knew that this was inevitable. This was a thought that all cultivators would experience.

Shaking his head, Meng Fan threw all these emotions behind him.

He adjusted his mood and said to the woman: "I'm not a liar. Whether you believe it or not, it doesn't matter. What's more, as you said, there is nothing here that is worth my deception.

I came here simply because of a coincidence. It's normal that you don't believe me.

But I have to say that you are very lucky!"

Meng Fan's consciousness has scanned the woman once.

Although he is not a doctor, he is actually better than a doctor because of his spiritual consciousness.

Spiritual consciousness scanning is much better than CT and MRI in later generations.

He clearly saw that there were some things in the woman's body that should not exist. He didn't know what to call these things. Maybe they should be called lesions, or maybe they should be called something else. It doesn't matter.

Among them, the woman's eyes, lungs, and liver all have them!

Meng Fan's spiritual consciousness moved and took out these lesions.

"I have treated you. Although it is impossible for you to recover exactly like a normal person, it should be no problem to live a few more years."

After saying that, Meng Fan flashed and disappeared from the house.

As for the woman's reaction and the little girl's reaction, he didn't care.

The next second, Meng Fan appeared on the stone slab where he had meditated and practiced to restore his true energy.

What Meng Fan didn't expect was that the old monk's voice suddenly came to mind.

"Your mood seems to be a little depressed all of a sudden. Why is that?"

Meng Fan was silent for a moment, then sighed and said, "Because I found one thing. Although I saved the woman, I actually don't care about her life or death.

The most important thing is that I suddenly found that I had a feeling of contempt for mortals. I felt that I was beyond mortals from the bottom of my heart, and I had a kind of superior mentality.

I know that for cultivators, this is a necessity, but I still feel a little uncomfortable. Maybe I am hypocritical!"

Hearing Meng Fan's words, the old monk in the depths of the sea of ​​consciousness was stunned, his face full of disbelief.

Meng Fan's soul keenly noticed this.

"What's wrong? What's your expression?" Meng Fan asked in a strange way.

The old monk was also silent for a moment. He smiled bitterly and said in amazement: "This kind of thought, in fact, cultivators who have cultivated to a certain realm will have this kind of perception and thought.

But, it is definitely not your current realm!!!

You kid, really..."

The old monk thought about it, but couldn't think of a suitable adjective.

He wanted to say the word "monster", but he felt that the word "monster" was not suitable for this guy Meng Fan.

Hearing this, Meng Fan asked curiously: "What does this mean? At what level should I have such insights and thoughts as mine?"

The old monk curled his lips and uttered two words.

"Spiritualization!"

Spiritualization?

When Meng Fan heard these two words, he was stunned and a little shocked!

Because these two words are too heavy.

Ningdan, Yinshen, Yuanshen, Shenhua...

The realm of Shenhua is still a long way from him.

The old monk suddenly mentioned Shenhua, which made him a little confused.

"What does this mean?" Meng Fan asked hurriedly.

The old monk said: "To become a god, you must first become a mortal!

The entanglement and messy thoughts you just had are actually a process of becoming a mortal.

You are only at the Condensation Pill stage. I don't know if it is a good thing or a bad thing to be exposed to this state of mind in advance!

But with your terrifying talent, this is definitely a good thing.

Perhaps when you reach the peak of the Yuanshen realm, you don't need to become a mortal anymore. You can directly enter the Shenhua realm without bottlenecks."

The old monk said a lot, but Meng Fan didn't take it to heart.

Because the Shenhua realm is too far away from him, there is nothing to look forward to. If he is in the Yuanshen realm, or even the Yinshen realm, he may be excited by the old monk's words.

"Okay." Meng Fan spit out two words lightly.

The old monk saw that Meng Fan did not respond, and a trace of helplessness appeared on his face. This is not knowing how to be grateful for what you have.

In the past, he spent a lot of energy to become a mortal. He was broken and bleeding several times, which was extremely miserable.