Deacon Lin left the room after explaining the precautions.
Jing Yingrong's spiritual consciousness swept across the jade slips displayed on the shelf, knowing all the contents inside. Then at the request of the three spirits, the contents of the jade slips were reflected in the sea of consciousness.
Ji Yanzhu: "What is this, twenty-eight methods to decompress... Taichu Guan is actually studying this kind of thing."
Jijiebi: "It seems like it's still in the exploratory stage. This generation of leaders does have quite a few ideas."
Ji Sha Sword: "Is this kind of thing really useful?"
Ji Jie Bi: "It should be somewhat effective. I think these so-called measures and countermeasures are generally listening, guiding and comforting. Because most monks like to practice alone and are used to being alone. Except for Taoist companions, even if they have close friends, We rarely get along with each other, and there is nowhere to vent their depressed and depressed emotions. If we give them a channel to relieve themselves, it would be somewhat beneficial."
Jiyanzhu: "It seems that you need a lot of patience. This is simple. The patience of the mirror is very good."
Jijiebi: "It has to be delicate enough to be able to feel and understand other people's emotions... This is a bit difficult."
Ji Sha Jian: "Think too much, just listen and say a few words along the way, it's not that complicated. The most important thing is to keep it secret."
Ji Jie Bi: "That's right, no matter what you hear, you are not allowed to tell outsiders, otherwise you will be deprived of your status as a disciple of the inner sect, demoted to the outer sect, and will never be able to enter the inner sect again. This punishment is almost the same as being expelled from the master's sect. But it's also It’s easy to understand, but when it comes to others, the rules should be strict.”
They were discussing when suddenly, a soft and slow bell sounded in the room.
Jing Yingrong looked towards the white light screen, and a humanoid silhouette was vaguely reflected on the light screen.
The humanoid silhouette slowly approached the light curtain, and then suddenly became shorter, as if sitting on a chair.
A strange voice of unknown gender and age came from the other side:
"Is Healer No. 7 here?"
Although the timbre was changed by the light curtain, the hesitation and temptation in the voice could still be heard.
Jing Yingrong: "Yes."
After receiving a response, the other party let out a slight "huh" and said, "This is my first time here. Well, I... what should I say?"
Jing Yingrong glanced at the jade slip and said, "You can say whatever you want, I'm listening."
"Ah, I...I want to say..."
The other party hesitated for a long time, and finally managed to utter three words: "I'm so tired."
Jing Yingrong: "Why are you tired?"
"I...sigh," the other party sighed lowly, his sigh full of exhaustion, "My cultivation has reached a bottleneck. No matter how hard I practice, I have not made any progress. The junior brothers and sisters who were originally weaker than me have surpassed me one by one. The position of the cave is It changes again and again, getting lower and lower, and the spiritual energy is getting less and less, which is not conducive to cultivation. What should I do?"
Jing Yingrong: "Have you tried other methods to improve your strength?"
The other party: "I've tried it, how could I not have tried it? I often go to places like the Tower of Enlightenment, and I've also gone out into dangerous places, just to break through the limits at the moment of life and death. But it's useless, everything is useless, so After a long time, my cultivation is still the same, and I really don’t know what to do.”
Jing Yingrong: "You can do other things first. Do you have any other hobbies?"
In response to this question, the man smiled sadly: "Hobby? Let me ask you, which hobby does not require investment of time and resources? I don't have any skills. If I want to learn a skill, I have to spend a lot of spiritual stones. But in order to practice, I I have no extra spirit stones and contribution points to squander, what else can I do?”
Jing Yingrong: "To earn cultivation resources."
The other party retorted decisively: "Then how can I have time to practice?"
Jing Yingrong: "It might be more beneficial to put aside your cultivation for the time being."
"What are you talking about!"
The other party became excited: "If I give up my practice, I will be finished! Do you know how those people who I looked down on before are now laughing at me? The people I originally called junior brothers and junior sisters came to seize my position in the cave. I You still have to call them brothers and sisters. Do you understand how embarrassed I am? I don’t want to see them at all! Now that this is the case, you still ask me to give up my cultivation. Are you kidding me?"
Jing Yingrong: "No, just a suggestion."
In the sea of consciousness, Ji Yanzhu said dissatisfiedly: "This person is so annoying. He can't do this or that. His cultivation has not improved in the first place. Wouldn't it be good to put down his cultivation and do something else? I can't even figure this out?"
Ji Jie Bi: "The environment in the inner sect puts too much pressure on him. He may not know what is the best way to do it, but he is being dragged forward and unable to stop."
Jing Yingrong's calm tone seemed to open the floodgates in the other party's heart, and resentment poured out like a flood:
"I'm so tired, I'm really tired. If I had known this, I shouldn't have entered the inner door in the first place, and now, I have no shame in going back to the outer door. I can't advance, I can't retreat, I can't think of it, I have no way out Walk."
As he talked, the other party's resentment gradually turned into powerlessness and sadness.
"This may be the end of my life, waiting for my life span to run out and turn into loess..."
Speaking of this, the other party's mournful voice trembled: "No, instead of that, I just... I don't even want to live now. What's the point of living? It's so tiring, so difficult..."
Jing Yingrong: "You can die."
Opponent: "W-what?"
Jing Yingrong: "If you don't want to live, then die."
The other person: "You told me to die?!"
Jing Yingrong repeated what he said just now: "No, it's just a suggestion."
"you!"
…
Deacon Lin slapped a jade slip on the table in front of Jing Yingrong.
The bright red word "rejection" is engraved on the smooth surface of the jade slip.
He held his forehead and said in a helpless and a little funny tone: "Miss Jing, Miss Jing, what should I say to you? You are the first disciple to complain to us since the establishment of Yan Xinxuan. Healer.”
Jing Yingrong's eyebrows furrowed slightly, and she asked in confusion: "Why are you complaining to me?"
"You still don't know why? Hey, although you are not allowed to receive training, you can't tell others to die, right?"
Jing Yingrong: "I follow the patient's ideas and give appropriate suggestions. This is one of the methods written in the jade slips. Isn't it right?"
"..."
Deacon Lin looked at Jing Yingrong with a surprised look.
"Okay, let me change the question. If you saw a stranger seeking death, would you stop him?"
Jing Yingrong: "No."
Deacon Lin: "Why?"
Jing Yingrong: "His life belongs to him, and he has the right to give up his life voluntarily. I have nothing to do with him and will not interfere with his choice."
Deacon Lin had a strange look in his eyes.
"Interesting. Let me ask you again, when you listen to the patient's voice, do your own emotions change?"
Jing Yingrong shook her head: "No."
"Ouch" Deacon Lin made a sound of unknown meaning, and his eyes flashed when he looked at Jing Yingrong, "Maybe you can keep trying."
