Magical powers are valuable in using them.
The more you use your magical power, the more powerful it becomes.
His natal magical power has become very powerful without even realizing it.
This is the conclusion Wu Tian came to.
"Then what's the difference between magical powers and magic? What's the connection?"
"And the avenue."
In fact, this is not the first time Wu Tian has been thinking about, analyzing, and sorting out this issue.
The Tao is the root, the foundation, the fundamental, and the magical powers are the leaves, flowers, and fruits.
But different stages have different understandings.
Because the level of cultivation is improving, so is the cognition.
Whether it is Taoism, magic, magic, or magical powers, they will get closer to the essence.
If the Dharma is a leaf, then the leaf veins are also the Tao, which is the subtle truth extending from the root.
Therefore, the Dharma has its own principles and can draw strength from heaven and earth.
The power of Dharma lies in its own strength, and it does not depend on its own strength, because leaves can connect the way of heaven and earth, and can inherit the way of heaven and earth.
You can even feed yourself back.
Ye can be self-sufficient.
Dharma can be self-improvement.
The technique is different.
Art is a flower.
For flowers to bloom, it depends on the roots.
Flowers fall and leaves emerge.
That’s why it’s called magic.
Technique comes first, law comes after.
Falling leaves and blooming flowers are called magic.
Dharma comes first, technique comes after.
Whether it's magic or spells.
There are flowers without leaves, and leaves without flowers.
A spell is cast but no spell is cast, a spell is cast but no spell is cast.
Of course, it's not absolute.
No one studies these in detail like Wu Tian.
In the eyes of most monks, spells are not yet spells, spells are also spells.
There is no distinction between technique and law at all.
Of course, there is no need to differentiate.
As long as it works.
Who would go for this.
If you have this time, you might as well practice Taoism and practice your magical powers.
After all, Tao is the foundation and magical power is the result.
Techniques are nothing more than trivial details, not enough to be the Tao.
If the great road is achieved, why worry about the branches and leaves not growing well? If the magical power is achieved, the magic skills will be reduced to the lowest level.
Whether it is leaves or flowers, Taoists seek the truth, and gods and demons seek fruit.
What the Taoist seeks is a towering tree. The taller the tree, the better, the bigger the better. As for whether or not it bears fruit in the end, let nature take its course.
In order to produce a big fruit, the gods and demons also want the tree to be strong and tall, and they even pay more attention to the leaves and flowers, but in the end they all go for the fruit.
Therefore, spells, gods and demons will attach great importance to them before magical powers are achieved.
After attaining great mastery of magical power, he gave it up.
Because many spells are useless.
Taoists, from beginning to end, value Tao rather than Dharma, and even despise art.
There is also a saying that the art of left-handedness is not popular.
Wu Tian has a special liking for magic.
Because I like it, I study it.
Only then will we get to the bottom of things.
As for supernatural powers.
It's all talent.
What you sow, you will bear.
Such as the freedom of the breeze, the stillness of the bright moon, the breaking of the second ancestor and the blooming of flowers.
As well as Wu Tian's heart thunder pool and the minor thunder-proofing power.
They are all rooted in one's own great attributes and bloodline.
and his character.
The emergence of supernatural powers is an inevitable and accidental result.
This is connected with his natal magical power.
It can be said that they have different approaches but similar effects.
It's just the difference between big and small.
Wu Tian thinks and is still, and is still and thoughtful.
Before you know it, one hundred and thirty years have passed.
The barrier between Wu Tian's physical body and his soul was also completely eliminated.
In other words, it has long been eliminated.
Wu Tian stood on Changqing Cliff and watched Long Li practice boxing.
Watch Qingfeng teach Xiaobai.
This year, Xiaobai refined Henggu and he was able to speak.
This year, he was only seven hundred years old.
The first thing Xiaobai said was: "When will he come out of seclusion?"
Qingfeng smiled and shook his head, "I don't know either."
From this day on, Xiaobai asked almost every day.
Qingfeng is not annoyed, but Long Li is.
Therefore, Xiaobai was beaten.
The little tiger licked his wounds and thought about what to do after Wu Tian came out of seclusion.
Long Li looked disdainful.
Longhu Mountain, don’t talk about this.
What's more, he wasn't scared.
Even if Wu Tian stood in front of him, he would not be afraid.
Long Li raised his head and glanced at the main peak, Changqing Cliff.
The boy was lost for a moment.
…
Time flies, two thousand years have passed.
The little tiger has transformed.
A tough-headed little guy.
It's a bit like Dragon Force.
Probably because he was beaten too much by dragon power.
So the memory is profound.
"When did you say he would come down?"
Long Li shook his head.
"He hasn't hit you for a long time."
This time, Long Li did not refute.
On this day, Zhou Tianxing was in chaos.
The great power of ancient times raises its head.
Order, cause and effect, are all out of order.
Someone messed up Zhou Tian.
At Changqing Cliff, Wu Tian vomited a mouthful of blood.
But his eyes were surprisingly bright.
In an instant, the whole sky was in chaos because of him.
Wu Tian smiled and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth before leaving the seclusion.
In two thousand years, he actually left the border twice.
A small white transformation.
Once, a sky-swallowing vortex appeared in the sky above Beiming.
Kunpeng became enlightened.
At other times, he was either wandering in the stars and the sea, or in the Nine Netherworld.
Two thousand years of soul cultivation, just for magical powers.
The long hair of his soul is scattered, which is the number of Zhou Tian.
The hair strands are flowing and flowing, exuding starlight.
"Thanks a lot!"
For two thousand years, Changqing has never left his body and has been tying his hair to suppress his luck.
Wu Tian stretched out his hand, and Changqing fell into his hand. It was still the little Changqing, twisting his body happily.
It's not hard to talk about being immature.
The spirit of vegetation is the most simple and pure.
Especially evergreen.
It's so cute that it makes people feel distressed.
"Let's go and see Xiaobai and the others."
…
Qingfeng raised his head, followed by Longli, and finally Xiaobai.
On Changqing Cliff, a Taoist walked down.
The Taoist's long hair follows the wind.
Like the sun, moon and stars.
Light up the sky of Longhu Mountain.
They all lost their minds.
It's just too long.
The Taoist smiled and said to them: "Good morning!"
Those white teeth stung their eyes.
Xiaobai's eyes turned red.
There was also Long Li, who opened his mouth but made no sound.
It had been too long since they had heard this sound.
Xiaobai ran towards the young Taoist like a gust of wind.
It's still the same as before.
Her large amber eyes sparkled with tears of joy.
Long Li also came over.
Only Qingfeng remained unmoved and stood there, smiling as he watched their reunion.
He is also happy.
Wu Tian reached out and touched Xiao Bai's head. His hair was soft and as white as Longli.
Whoever you hang out with for a long time will probably look like that person.
But the teenage Xiaobai is much cuter.
Big amber eyes, chubby little face.
Wu Tian's hand pinched the fat on the little guy's face.
The feel is indeed very good, I should say surprisingly good.
Wu Tian pinched a few more times.
The little guy didn't hide, but he complained with a thick nasal voice: "Why did you come out? When you were in seclusion, Long Li always bullied me and often beat me. I couldn't beat him, so you have to avenge me!"
"good!"
Long Li paused, raised his eyebrows, snorted coldly, and looked at Wu Tian provocatively.
Wu Tian laughed out loud and turned his wrist.
Meaning: Practice?
