Asking About Longevity Chapter 115

Chapter 115 Divine Consciousness

 “What is there to teach about the fireball technique...”

Mo Hua, who spent four or five days practicing the fireball technique a hundred times, was stunned.

He thought he had learned almost everything, but what Puppet said was tantamount to telling him that he actually hadn't learned anything yet...

“Grandpa Puppet, what other spells can you teach me?”

 Ink Hua is a little bit looking forward to it.

The fireball spell hit the bamboo leaf, burning the emerald green bamboo leaf into ashes, but the old man holding the bamboo leaf was unscathed.

  But in this white world, there is no trace of the old man.

“Grandpa Puppet, I'm here.”

After the old man finished speaking, he picked up another bamboo leaf with his fingers and said, "Try to lock it."

Mo Hua thought for a while and then asked: "Then what should I do if my consciousness cannot lock on the other party?"

"This is the basis, not the key points. The first point is that you have to hit the enemy. No matter how powerful the spell is, if it cannot hit the enemy, it is useless, and learning it is in vain." Puppet said.

“Then how can I avoid being targeted by my opponent's spiritual consciousness?” Mo Hua asked again.

Mo Hua nodded, followed what Puppet Lao said, released his spiritual consciousness, and used his spiritual consciousness to see into the spiritual state of the bamboo leaves. After that, he naturally felt a feeling of "insight lock".

 Puppet Lao flipped his fingers and grabbed another bamboo leaf.

Mo Hua suddenly understood, but felt that this was a bit nonsense.

Puppet Lao explained: "Spiritual consciousness and spiritual power are different. Spiritual power can be traced, but spiritual consciousness is elusive. Monks can use meridians and acupuncture points to locate spiritual power, but they cannot use anything to define spiritual consciousness."

 “Spiritual consciousness.” Mo Hua replied.

The old man spoke concisely and to the point, and then said:

“It sounds complicated, but you'll understand after you do it a few times.”

After Mo Hua finished speaking, he activated the fireball technique and flew towards the spiritual afterimage of the bamboo leaves in his consciousness.

Mo Hua scratched his head, "Did the bamboo leaves fly too fast?"

Mo Hua was stunned, and then he understood.

 Just leave it to fate...

 Puppet Lao flicked his fingers, and a few sparks flew out from his fingertips, and then flew upward, chasing the bamboo leaves in the air.

Mo Hua thought about it for a moment and then he understood.

"The best way," Puppet Lao said, looking at the ink painting, "is to run."

 The ink painting was dumbfounded. “This is the first point I'm going to teach you,” Mr. Puppet looked at the ink painting and said slowly:

Mo Hua opened his eyes and smiled happily.

Mo Hua retreated three feet away and let go of his spiritual consciousness. The world in his spiritual consciousness was completely white, and the bamboo leaf floated in the air, showing a light green afterimage of spiritual power.

“The eyes are easily deceived. Monks only use their eyes to see, which is stupid.”

 “Sacred consciousness locked.”

Mo Hua closed his eyes and pointed to his luck. The light red fireball condensed between his fingers and flew into the air with his thoughts. After drawing an arc, it hit the flying bamboo leaves and burned them to fly ash.

 “Sacred consciousness lock…”

 Puppet Lao looked at the ink painting and his eyes were focused.

 “If a spell wants to hit someone, what does it rely on?” Puppet Lao asked again.

Mo Hua was worried that the fireball technique would hurt the old man, but he assessed the difference in cultivation between the two parties and wisely did not say anything.

Mo Hua nodded and carefully wrote down everything the puppeteer said.

 Those with weak spiritual consciousness cannot spy on monks with strong spiritual consciousness.

With a wave of his hand, Puppet Lao whipped up a strong wind within a few inches. The strong wind carried several bamboo leaves and flew rapidly in the air.

The old man did not answer, but asked:

“What is the first point in using magic?”

No matter how the bamboo leaves fly, they will eventually be caught up by sparks, penetrated one by one, and turned into ashes.

In other words, the world in a monk's spiritual consciousness is like a colorful spiritual graffiti on a white paper.

Mo Hua nodded.

 The world seen by the naked eye has clear outlines and colorful and delicate colors.

Puppet Lao nodded, "The world in spiritual consciousness is different from the world seen with the naked eye. You know this, right?"

Mo Hua was completely confused, "Then what are you teaching me?"

“Then if the divine consciousness is locked, will it definitely hit?” Mo Hua asked.

 One hundred and seventy-six. Two hundred and thirty. One hundred and thirty-seven. Ninety

 Ink Hua thought for a while and said:

“The luck of the spell depends on the divine consciousness, and the casting of the spell depends on the divine consciousness. The trajectory of the spell after casting is also controlled by the divine consciousness, so if the spell hits a person, it also relies on the divine consciousness.”

His fireball technique is probably not enough to warm the puppet's hands...

 Puppet Lao is noncommittal.

“If your spiritual consciousness is stronger than your opponent's, it will be difficult for him to lock you. If your spiritual consciousness is much stronger than your opponent's, he will not be able to lock you.”

If your spiritual consciousness cannot be locked, it means that the other party's spiritual consciousness is far stronger than yours, and his natural cultivation level is far better than yours. If you don't run, you are waiting for death, and taking action is equivalent to courting death.

 After a moment of silence, Puppet Lao relaxed his fingers, and the bamboo leaves flew into the air.

Mo Hua thought silently.

 “Do you know why it didn't hit?”

Although I don't quite understand it now, I will definitely use it in the future.

 The ink painting locks the bamboo leaves with spiritual consciousness.

"Unless the opponent's movement is too fast, faster than your spells, or he uses other spells or spiritual weapons to resist, he will not be able to escape."

  “Why?”

"Therefore, the use of spiritual consciousness can only be experienced and understood by yourself. You don't understand even if I tell you, and even if you understand, you may not be able to use it..."

 “You can use fireball to hit this one again.”

 What the spiritual consciousness sees is not the specific appearance of things, but the more essential spiritual state of things.

“Grandpa Puppet, can't you see with your eyes?” Mo Hua asked.

 When the monk's spiritual consciousness is released, what he perceives is a void. Things in the void will lose their specific outlines, leaving only the state of spiritual power.

 It's like drawing a formation. Once you understand the formation, the entire formation will be imprinted in your mind.

This time he released his two fingers, and the bamboo leaves between his fingers slowly floated up, flying in the air with the wind.

Your spiritual consciousness is so strong that the other party cannot sense it, so the other party will naturally not be able to target you.

“The so-called spiritual locking is to lock the enemy with spiritual consciousness, so that no matter how he evades, he will not be able to escape the spell in the end.” Puppet said.

Puppet Lao nodded, "You learned well."

The fireball technique flew into the air and missed the bamboo leaf.

 You learn so quickly...

Puppet Lao continued: "However, you don't have to worry too much. Generally speaking, the gap between the spiritual consciousness of monks in the same realm is not so big that the opponent cannot lock it at all..."

Mo Hua knew that this was the reason why the spiritual consciousness gap between the two parties was too big.

Mo Hua nodded.

“There are also skills in the use of spiritual consciousness in fighting, but this cannot be taught. When you fight against monks in the future, you will slowly understand it yourself.” said the old man.

 “There is no need to teach spells, the fireball spell is enough.” Puppet Lao said.

“You use the fireball technique to hit this bamboo leaf from three feet away.”

“Learn the magic first?” Mo Hua tried to ask.

“Can't you teach me anything?” Mo Hua asked.

"Oh." Mo Hua was a little excited and asked, "Then how do I lock it with my spiritual consciousness?"

The old man picked it up casually, and a green and narrow bamboo leaf fell between his fingers.

Mo Hua was in trouble, but he still held his breath and concentrated, using his spiritual consciousness to trace the trajectory of the bamboo leaf, and then cast the fireball technique.

“Emit your spiritual consciousness and gain insight into the opponent's spiritual power. If your spiritual consciousness attaches to it, you can lock its position.”

Mo Hua murmured. Although he didn't know what it was, he was inexplicably shocked.

"If you really can't run or can't escape, you can only rely on your eyes or your feelings." Puppet said.

“Is it because the spiritual consciousness is too strong?” Puppet Lao said silently in his heart.

Puppet Lao continued: "Spells need to be guided by spiritual consciousness. If it wants to hit, it needs to be 'seen' by spiritual consciousness first."

The stronger your consciousness is, the harder it is for the other party's consciousness to detect you, and naturally it is harder for them to lock on to you.

Puppet Lao stopped at this point, looked at the ink painting, and his eyes narrowed slightly.

 Generally speaking, it is like this...

 (End of this chapter)

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