Asking about longevity

Generally speaking, the spiritual consciousness of monks of the same realm will not be so different that the opponent cannot lock them.

But strictly speaking, Mo Hua is not an "ordinary" monk, at least not with spiritual consciousness.

If his consciousness keeps growing like this, it’s hard to say whether he can be locked by human consciousness...

The old man kept his expression silent, but there was a slight feeling in his heart.

Mo Hua thought of another question and asked: "Grandpa Puppet, can every monk know how to lock his spiritual consciousness?"

"no."

The old man came back to his senses and said calmly: "Among the monks I saw, 70% don't know how to use it, and more than 20% know it, but they are not considered proficient. Only less than 10% of the monks can use it exquisitely."

Mo Hua was a little confused and said: "It's not difficult, right? Why can't more than 70% of the monks know it?"

At least he didn't find it difficult to use it.

The old man glanced at him silently and felt that Mo Hua had some similarities with Mr. Zhuang at this moment.

Not all monks have such strong spiritual consciousness, and not all monks are good at using their spiritual consciousness.

Sure enough, "like a teacher, like a disciple", the kid Mo Hua was also a little led astray...

The old man sighed in his heart, and then said:

"Seventy percent of monks don't know how to lock their consciousness. Half of it is because there is no one to teach them, and the other half is because they don't know how to learn it..."

"Spiritual consciousness is void, like an antelope hanging its horns, with no trace to be found. Therefore, it is neither easy to teach nor easy to learn. It is difficult to understand by just relying on words..."

"Oh. Mo Hua nodded as if he understood.

"But," Mo Hua hesitated for a moment, then asked, "Even if the spell can hit, the fireball spell is not very powerful, so it doesn't pose a threat."

The puppet elder did not answer, but asked: "How much spiritual power can kill a monk?"

Mo Hua felt a chill in his heart and shook his head.

He has never killed anyone, how do you know...

Puppet Lao said: "Some monks can kill people with the spiritual power of ten Zhoutian. Some monks can't kill people even with the spiritual power of a hundred Zhoutian."

The spiritual power circulates in a cycle from the twelve meridians, which is a week. Regardless of the monk's age, fat or thin physique, the spiritual power error of this week is not large.

Therefore, monks often use the "number of days in a week" to measure the amount of spiritual power.

The more weeks there are, the more spiritual power there is, and the more powerful the spells activated are.

"Is it because the monk is dangerous?"

The old man nodded and said: "Baihui, Shenting, Heart Meridians, Dantian and other parts are critical points for monks. If they are hit by spells without taking precautions, they will either be seriously injured or die."

Mo Hua said: "That is to say, if it hits a vital point, even if the spell itself is not particularly powerful, it will cause greater damage. If it hits insignificant parts, even if the spell itself is powerful, it may not be fatal."

"good."

Mo Hua thought about it again and suddenly realized:

"So the locking of spiritual consciousness is very important. Only when the spiritual consciousness is strong and the locking is accurate, the spell can hit the vital point more easily. Is that so, Grandpa Puppet?"

The old man nodded.

Mo Hua was a little excited. In this case, even if his spiritual power was not strong, the spell would still be a strong threat.

But the old man poured cold water on it and said, "That's the truth, but it's useless in practice."

"Ah..." Mo Hua was stunned.

"Anyone who is not a fool knows how to protect the vital points. If you aim to hit the vital points, even if the hit is not on the armored robe, the monk will block it with his hands or arms." said the puppet master.

Mo Hua was a little confused again, "Then what should I do?"

"You have to know the key points of a monk. You can occasionally sneak attack, but it's not worth relying on in a head-on fight."

Puppet Lao said: "As a spiritual practitioner who is good at magic, the most important thing is to be able to use magic."

"How to use it?"

The old man nodded and said, "It takes time to cast a spell."

I still don’t quite understand Mo Hua.

The old man explained: "To cast a spell, a monk needs to move his spiritual power. This time ranges from one breath to ten breaths..."

"The higher the level of the spell, the more spiritual power is used, and the greater the power, the longer the casting time. Some extremely powerful spells even take several hours to cast."

"On the contrary, although the spell level is low, it uses less spiritual power, and although its power is small, the casting time is shorter..."

The old man looked at the ink painting and said slowly.

Mo Hua's eyes brightened slightly.

"So when facing the enemy with spiritual cultivation, you can either anticipate the enemy's opportunity, cast spells in advance, and use powerful spells to kill the enemy with one strike! Or..."

The old man's eyes narrowed and he said: "I will take a preemptive strike and suppress it with simple but powerful spells, leaving the enemy no chance to breathe..."

The ink painting suddenly became enlightened.

Since I have low spiritual roots and weak spiritual power, I cannot learn high-quality spells that are powerful but consume a lot of spiritual power.

Then we can only find another way, learn the fireball technique, which is not very powerful, but it is fast and can be used quickly to seize the opportunity.

However, there is still a problem.

"Can a weak spell be suppressed?" Mo Hua asked.

"Physical training blocks its moves, and spiritual training blocks its spells. The opponent cannot attack, and naturally can only be suppressed."

The old man continued: "Physical cultivators are also human beings. If they are hit by your spell, they will naturally be injured and suffer. If they are not determined, the offensive will be interrupted..."

"If you encounter someone who is fighting for injury and life, you can target his joints or vital points, so that he will think more when fighting you. Once he thinks about it, he will not dare to risk his life. …”

…

Mo Hua had never thought that there were so many ways to use magic. He felt like he was enlightened for a moment, and he looked at the old man with admiration in his eyes.

The old man looked calm, but when Mo Hua looked at him, Gujing Wubo couldn't help but feel a little comfortable in his heart.

Mr. Xindaozhuang is right. Teaching disciples when you have nothing to do can be considered a good pastime.

"do you understand?"

Mo Hua nodded repeatedly.

The old man pointed again:

"Although there are many spells in the world, the principles are generally the same. Every spell has disadvantages, and at the same time, every spell also has advantages. What a monk has to do is to use his strengths and avoid weaknesses and give full play to his own advantages."

"In other words, any spell has advantages, but it must also have disadvantages. What you have to do is to see its disadvantages and use its flaws to defeat its spell."

"There are thousands of Tao methods, each with its own strengths and weaknesses, and the wonder of using them lies in one mind."

…

The puppet elder who is usually taciturn talks endlessly about magic, and every word is precise.

"You don't need these principles now, but the cultivation path is long and may be useful in the future." Puppet Lao said.

Mo Hua listened carefully, memorizing every word in his heart, and then saluted the puppeteer:

"Thank you Grandpa Puppet for your advice. I have memorized all the ink paintings!"

The old man nodded.

Mo Hua thought carefully about what Mr. Puppet said, and then thought of a practical problem.

He still only knows one fireball technique.

Things like "pre-emptive strikes, suppressing spells, exploiting strengths and avoiding weaknesses, and destroying enemy spells" that the old man said seemed a bit far away.

After all, he only knows the fireball technique...

"Then what should I do now?" Mo Hua scratched his head again.

"Practice fireball."

The old man gave a simple answer.

"When will you practice?"

"Keep practicing. The more accurate you are, the better. The faster you are, the better."

The old man looked at the ink painting with deep eyes, "You only need to remember one sentence..."

"The only magic in the world that can't be broken is speed!"