But when Ji Dang inadvertently glanced at the expression on the little monk's face, Ji Dang's heart chuckled, and he suddenly had some bad premonitions in his heart.

After Ji Dang tried to calm his mood, "What's the matter, if the little master has anything to say, just say it, don't stop talking." ”

Just now, when the little monk was very happy when he saw that Ji Dang had promised to tell him the location of the Immortal Cultivation Sect, he suddenly thought of a possibility, but he didn't know whether he should say it or not.

What if the good donor can't bear it after he finishes speaking? After the great joy comes great sorrow, and no one else will feel good.

But after hearing Ji Dang's inquiry, the little monk thought that if the other party arrived at the Immortal Cultivation Sect after trekking through mountains and rivers and working hard, and then was told, it might be even more unbearable and even crazy. So the little monk decided to speak out anyway.

"Donor, cultivating immortals requires qualifications, and they must have spiritual roots. The little monk whispered.

Hearing this, the smile on Ji Dang's face froze. "That's right, cultivating immortals may require qualifications, why didn't I take this into account.

As soon as I saw the hope of cultivating immortals in the little monk, I was carried away by the excitement and yearning, and I was bent on how to get to the location of the sect of cultivating immortals from the mouth of the little monk, completely ignoring this. Damn it!"

Ji Dang tried to expel the distracting thoughts in his mind and calm his mind. "Is there a lot of ordinary people who have the qualification to cultivate immortals, that is, the spiritual root?"

The little monk was a little hesitant: "No... Not much. ”

Ji Dang looked at the expression on the little monk's face and knew that the ratio must be so low that he could despair, but Ji Dang always had to know: "Little Master, what is the ratio?"

"What is proportion?" the little monk didn't understand?

Ji Dang was really anxious, and he actually said the words of his previous life in passing, without considering whether the little monk could understand it or not. Ji Dang changed a popular saying: "That is, how many people will generally produce a person with a spiritual root?"

After changing his words, the little monk understood, but he looked up and glanced at the expression on Ji Dang's face, a little hesitant.

Ji Dang looked at the little monk who took care of his emotions like this, took a deep breath, and tried his best to make his tone calm: "Little monk say it, I can bear it." ”

The little monk suddenly found that Ji Dang's address to himself had changed, from the little master to the little monk, just like the people in the dart team outside the carriage sometimes mentioned what he called, but the difference was that one made himself not very liking, and the other made himself feel kind.

"There is one in ten thousand miles. The little monk whispered after being comforted by Ji Dang.

"There is one in a thousand miles?!" Ji Dang stepped back and sat down. This damn proportion, this is really one in a million! Ji Dang doesn't have much hope that his body has a spiritual root.

Although this body is very talented in martial arts, and it only takes twenty years of practice to be able to fight with those old-timers on the rivers and lakes, but the talent in martial arts cannot become the qualification of cultivating immortals.

One out of 10,000, how can it happen that you are that one, the probability is too small?

Ji Dang finally understood that those immortal cultivation sects did not recruit apprentices widely, and no matter how time-consuming and laborious you were, you wouldn't be able to receive a few people who not only had the qualifications for cultivating immortals, but also had good qualifications.

He's a girl, this feeling of giving people hope first, and then hope is almost shattered is too uncomfortable, Ji Dang's expression is a little gray now

"Why don't I test it for a good person, don't you?" Maybe you have a spiritual root?" The little monk took the initiative to say when he saw that Ji Dang's state was not quite right. The little monk also said what he called Ji Dang in his heart

"Good donor, what is this name?" Ji Dang thought

"But yes, even if there is little hope, you have to give it a try, at least to know the final result. ”

Ji Dang took a deep breath: "Then come, little monk, how do you test it." ”

"It's very simple, good donor, you stretch out your hand. Ji Dang stretched out his left hand according to what the little monk said, after all, men are left and women are right, Ji Dang has no choice but to complain about himself now, make fun in the bitterness, and make his mood better.

I saw that the little monk also stretched out a hand, with a solemn expression, as if he was brewing something, and then at lightning speed, he put his finger on Ji Dang's outstretched left hand, and his expression was serious about perceiving something.

Seeing such a serious little monk, Ji Dang really wanted to go up and shine on the back of his smooth head. You are the only one in the world who can take the pulse of the doctor and make it seem like you want to put some peerless spell.

Originally, Ji Dang looked at the rare seriousness and solemnity on the little monk's face, and Ji Dang had already begun to wonder if there was any severe pain or any big risk in this test of the spiritual root, and if it was not done well, it would be like the meridians were exhausted.

As a result, Ji Dang saw that the little monk's hand was placed on his wrist in a very standard pulse posture, and then he closed his eyes, as if sensing the pulse.

Little monk, I don't read much about cultivating immortals, don't lie to me! Isn't this really the pulse of the mortal doctor?

"Little monk, I said that your master thought that this method of testing the spiritual root was too troublesome, so he was lazy and casually taught you a set of pulses. Ji Dang chuckled, and finally couldn't help but say it.

Originally, Ji Dang's mood was still very depressed just now, but because of the contrast of the little monk, his mood became much better.

The little monk didn't open his eyes and said: "No, in fact, this method was not like this when the master taught me, so because my cultivation is low, and I am afraid that the control will not be good after the mana is released, so I use this method." Get close to the wrist of the good donor, so that you can send mana into your meridians, and then manipulate the mana to find your mana in your body. ”

"My mana? I haven't even cultivated, where did I get my mana. Ji Dang was very puzzled.

The little monk paused and replied: "The spiritual root is a wonderful thing, it can only be possessed by a few people who are favored by the Heavenly Dao, the spiritual root exists in the human body like an organ, but it is not like other organs, eyes, ears, etc.

The spiritual root cannot be seen, it cannot be touched, and it cannot be found even if the human body is dissected, as if it does not exist, but the spiritual root can be clearly felt by people when they take the initiative to cultivate, and it is a real and clear existence.

The spiritual root is the bridge of spiritual energy communication between people and heaven and earth, and only those who have spiritual roots can feel the spiritual energy, cultivate and absorb the spiritual energy between heaven and earth into their own body and turn it into mana.

And even if a person with a spiritual root does not take the initiative to cultivate, a trace amount of heaven and earth spiritual energy will automatically enter his body and turn into mana, although the mana is so low that it is not good, but it does exist.

Therefore, although the spiritual root cannot be seen, touched, and felt by outsiders, if my mana enters the body of a good person donor and finds mana, it proves that you have a spiritual root. ”

The little monk's explanation finally made Ji Dang understand the principle of testing the spiritual root method,

Ji Dang knew that if he had such a level, it must not be what the little monk said, it should be the original words of the little monk's big man when he taught the little monk.

Ji Dang recalled every word of the little monk, looking thoughtful.

After a few more breaths, the undead little monk finally gave up after Ji Dang completed the process of searching for mana for the seventh time. The little monk withdrew the mana into his body, adjusted his breathing, made his expression look as normal as possible, and wanted to open his mouth to comfort Ji Dang.

But I didn't expect Ji Dang to speak first: "Didn't you find it?" Little monk, the expression on your face told me. ”

"Then how do you ......" The little monk was very puzzled, but he didn't say it anymore, for fear of touching Ji Dang's emotions.

"Why aren't you sad, don't despair? right!" Ji Dang said what the little monk had not finished, and he finished it in a relaxed and even excited tone.

The look on Ji Dang's face is no longer so gloomy, and Ji Dang just now is like two people, just like a traveler trapped in the desert, when he was desperate and about to die of water loss, he inadvertently fell and fell into the oasis.

Ji Dang actually didn't have much hope that he had the qualifications to cultivate immortals after learning about the desperate "One in Ten Thousand Miles" in the mouth of the little monk, and letting the little monk do the spiritual root test was just a meaningless struggle that was not too dead.

Ji Dang also knew that it was basically impossible for the test to bring him a reversal. But just when Ji Dang was about to give up completely, it was really a doubtful situation, and the willows and flowers were bright and another village.

Ji Dang heard a sentence from the mouth of the little monk, and this sentence rekindled Ji Dang's desire to seek the truth.

Ji Dang remembered something. But it still needs to be confirmed with the little monk.

Ji Dang tried his best to suppress his excitement, and said in a trembling voice: "Little monk, are you sure that the spiritual root is an organ?"

Ji Dang's eyes were blazing staring at the little monk, looking forward to it, God bless you don't let the little monk say the answer I don't want! Ji Dang can't change anything now, so he has to pray.

"That's what my master said anyway!" the little monk finally spoke, the first sentence of his words was not quite sure, but the latter sentence was very affirmative.

When Ji Dang heard the little monk's answer, he finally breathed a long sigh of relief. After exhaling a breath, Ji Dang collapsed on the seat of the carriage.

Great joy is followed by great sorrow, great sorrow is followed by great joy, even if Ji Dang's body can withstand this kind of ups and downs, his spirit is really a little unbearable.

After sitting down for a few breaths, Ji Dang sat up straight again, "reminiscing" the little monk's answer.

Although the little monk's master doesn't feel like a monk to Ji Dang, his master is a big man in the immortal cultivation world, and Ji Dang has no doubt.

That kind of realm must have a very thorough understanding of everything about cultivating immortals, and he said that the spiritual root is an organ, so he didn't run away.

The eyes can make people see the beauty and magnificence of heaven and earth, the ears can make people hear the wonderful diversity of heaven and earth, and the spiritual root can make people feel the aura of heaven and earth, and there is nothing wrong with it.

And the reason why Ji Dang is so anxious to determine whether the spiritual root is an organ is because he knows a very well-known organ dealer, as long as it is an organ, it can be obtained, and it is painless and has no side effects.

- System! Come out to pick up the job! There is a big order!