This time, Jing Yingrong thought for a long time before speaking slowly:
"Find something to do."
The elder was obviously taken aback.
She seemed to want to ask clearly, but she opened her mouth and then gave up. She tried her best to speak in an impersonal tone: "A brief summary."
Jing Yingrong: “To try and experience different things.”
The elder frowned slightly, his eyes looking thoughtful.
Her fingertips tapped on the table every now and then, and suddenly stopped at a certain moment.
The wrinkles between the elder's brows smoothed out, and the gaze falling on Jing Yingrong became softer.
She unrolled the last scroll.
"Why do you practice?"
"instinct."
Jing Yingrong answered very simply.
The elder didn't react for a moment and asked, "What?"
Jing Yingrong spoke clearly every word: "Ben, capable."
A trace of surprise flashed in the elder's eyes.
She put down the scroll, put one hand on her forehead, rubbed her temples with her thumb, and sighed. Then, as if he had made a certain decision, he raised his eyes and looked at his face in the mirror seriously.
"Asking you a question that has nothing to do with the assessment is out of my personal doubts. Your answer will not affect the assessment results. You can also refuse to answer."
Jing Yingrong: "Okay, you ask."
"Instinct, what do you mean?"
Jing Yingrong thought for a while and said, "Cultivation is a natural thing for me."
Elder: "Isn't it for becoming stronger, immortality or the great road?"
Jing Yingrong: "I don't know, I haven't thought about it."
The elder's probing gaze looked into her clear and dark eyes.
After a while, she looked away and shook her head, with a smile on her lips.
"Very good." The elder said.
Jing Yingrong was slightly puzzled.
Before she asked, the elder had already begun to sort out the papers spread out on the table, and said at the same time: "Okay, go outside and wait for the results."
Jing Yingrong stood up and opened the door to go out.
Suddenly a "wait a minute" came from behind.
Jing Yingrong stopped and looked back at her.
The elder's eyebrows were graceful and he said softly: "I hope you can always find what you want to do."
Jing Yingrong blinked.
In her field of vision, the elder's young face showed an inexplicable look of vicissitudes of life and fatigue, and there was a hint of envy in his eyes.
Jing Yingrong nodded and said, "Thank you."
Then she stepped out of the room and closed the door.
The deacon waiting outside took her back to the original hall.
The three spirits in the sea of consciousness talked all the way.
Ji Sha Sword: "Another one who cultivates until he becomes numb."
Ji Yanzhu: "At least she can still realize the problem, which is very good."
Ji Sha Jian: "How do you know she is aware of the problem?"
Ji Yanzhu: "Didn't she give blessings to the mirror? Alas, too many people lose interest in everything in the end. They are so confused that they are similar to us. At least we can absorb external energy all the time. Mirror Even if you can’t find what you want to do, you can still practice automatically while you’re asleep.”
Ji Jie Bi: "So for most monks, it is very important to have interests and hobbies outside of cultivation. When they find that they cannot make further progress in cultivation and give up on the path of cultivation, because of You have a lot of life to waste, so you have to find something else to do.”
Ji Yanzhu: "Well, I don't know if they have achieved their cultivation goals in their hearts."
Ji Jie Bi: "Speaking of this, the purpose of monks' cultivation is nothing more than becoming stronger, immortality, and seeking the truth, which is the pursuit of strength, longevity, and the mysteries of heaven and earth. Whether it is revenge, establishing a sect, or punishing Whether they do evil and promote good or live aloof from the world, they can generally be classified into these three categories. As for whether they have achieved their goals, ha, I think many people have forgotten the original purpose of cultivation in the end."
Ji Sha Jian: "They think too much."
Jiyanzhu: "Yes, it's much simpler for us. Once the spiritual consciousness is opened, we will practice naturally, and we don't care about the purpose or the like."
Jing Yingrong has been listening quietly without speaking.
Yin Xueze and two other disciples were already in the main hall. Yin Xueze stood leaning against the wall with his eyes closed, and the two disciples were far away from him.
When Jing Yingrong saw Yin Xueze, she remembered something, walked over and said:
"Your previous answer was not finished."
The veins on Yin Xueze's forehead twitched, he slowly opened his eyes, and said coldly: "Why are you pursuing this?"
Jing Yingrong answered honestly: "I'm curious and want to know."
Yin Xueze: "..."
He took a deep breath, suppressed his temper, and said to the mirror, "I don't want to say it."
Jing Yingrong: "Oh."
Yin Xueze: "Anyway, don't tell him."
Jing Yingrong: "Okay."
Yin Xueze was relieved when he heard Jing Yingrong say: "You don't hate him, but you don't choose him because you don't want to use him, right?"
Yin Xueze punched the wall next to Jing Yingrong.
The wall trembled, and formations appeared on the surface, offsetting the impact of the force.
Several deacons looked over and scolded: "Don't cause trouble!"
Yin Xueze ignored them, but also retracted his fist, stared in the mirror with a fierce face, and cursed in a low voice: "Shut up."
Jing Yingrong: "I don't."
Yin Xueze: "You!"
Jing Yingrong: "You can't beat me."
Yin Xueze: "..."
Yin Xueze was so angry that he turned away and almost bumped into Wu Yaochen who had just entered the hall and was walking towards him.
He subconsciously took a half step back, and when he saw the person in front of him clearly, he immediately said "get out", then bumped the other person away with his shoulder, and rushed out of the hall with a full body of anger.
Wu Yaochen looked confused. He looked outside the hall, then turned to look at Jing Yingrong.
"I didn't recruit him, did I?"
Jing Yingrong: "Not just now."
"Senior Sister Jing, the word 'just now' doesn't have a profound meaning."
Wu Yaochen said funnyly.
Jing Yingrong: "Yeah."
Wu Yaochen changed the topic and said: "Senior Sister Jing, do you know the 'supreme' realm?"
Jing Yingrong: "I know."
Wu Yaochen was not surprised by Jing Yingrong's answer. He smiled and said: "In the past, I only heard about the supreme realm. After coming to Taichu Temple, I looked up some information, and then I had a clear understanding of this mysterious and mysterious realm. Got some understanding.”
He paused and continued: "I'm wondering if someone from my clan can reach the supreme realm, and whether the shackles of my clan's longevity can be broken."
Jing Yingrong: "You can try."
Wu Yaochen laughed: "Senior sister, you make it easy for me. In the supreme realm, throughout the ages, there are only a few people who can see its mystery. No matter how confident I am, I am completely unsure."
After saying that, he raised his head and sighed.
"It's very possible that before that, I'll die of running out of life, just like my grandmother."
