The neck is getting more and more itchy, Zhou Wen knows that he can't drag it on any longer, he must find a way to solve this problem.
"Maybe Lord Di knows what this is." Zhou Wen wanted to leave the Zhuolu battlefield and return to a place where there was a signal to contact Lord Emperor to see if he could get some useful information about the snail from her.
But after walking a few steps, Zhou Wen felt that his neck was so itchy that he couldn't bear it anymore, and wished he could gouge it off.
What's even more weird is that Zhou Wen felt his body become so heavy, as if an invisible boulder was pressing on him, making every step he took feel extremely difficult, leaving extremely deep footprints on the bone sand, The calf sank in.
Zhou Wen knew that this was definitely not an illusion, there was really something pressing on him, and that pressure could be clearly felt, but there was nothing on him.
thump!
Zhou Wen's body was crushed in the bone sand, and he tried to stand up with his strength, but he couldn't move.
Not only can't move, but the itching on the neck is getting worse and worse, and I can't even scratch it.
"You have to get out of here quickly." Zhou Wen asked Six Wings and Candle Dragon to pull his body, wanting them to carry him back.
However, with the huge strength of Six Wings and Candle Dragon, they couldn't pull him, or they didn't dare to use too much force, for fear of breaking his body directly.
"It's really not suitable for me to enter the dimensional field in reality, and accidents happen every time." Zhou Wen regretted it now, and shouldn't dig around.
It may be that he just got such a powerful companion pet like Zhulong, and he was a little bit flustered, thinking that with Zhulong around, he would be able to deal with emergencies, but he didn't want to have no chance to use Zhulong at all.
Zhou Wen could only endure the itch, and let Zhulong get under the bone sand, trying to prop up his body.
But when Zhulong tried to support Zhou Wen's body with all his strength, he almost squeezed Zhou Wen's body flat, and still couldn't lift Zhou Wen's body by even one centimeter.
The result was that Zhou Wen was pressed on Zhulong's back, and as soon as Zhulong's body retreated, Zhou Wen immediately fell into the bunker, still unable to move.
Zhou Wen thought of all the ways he could think of, but it was useless at all. He was pinned down here, unable to move at all.
The pressure on his body was second to none, but the itching on his neck was unbearable for Zhou Wen, itching almost to the depths of his soul.
Many powers are useless, Zhou Wen can only switch to the small Prajna, and run the eight-degree Prajna fate.
It's not that the power of the little prajna can relieve his stress, or that the eight-degree prajna can relieve itching, but that the little prajna has an advantage, that is, forbearance.
Taoism cultivates this life, while Buddhism cultivates the afterlife, pursuing the great liberation in the afterlife.
Although the little Prajna is a vitality formula for cultivating the body, it is different from the vitality formula that directly strengthens the body like the innate invincible skill. The little Prajna explains the management of the mind over the body.
All kinds of wisdom in the six prajnas are for people to pursue spiritual enlightenment without being limited by their own body.
At this time, Zhou Wen was running the little prajna, not to relieve the pain on his body, but to make himself no longer focus on his own pain, so as to reduce the itching feeling.
Although this approach is a temporary solution but not the root cause, Zhou Wen really doesn't have a good solution right now. If it doesn't stop the itching, he is afraid that he will be tormented by the itching and go crazy.
"Next time, if you don't listen carefully, you won't be able to move things around at will." Zhou Wen thought to himself.
After the small prajna functioned, the eight-degree prajna sharpened his six senses, which in turn made the itchy feeling go deeper into the bone marrow.
Zhou Wen knew that this was only temporary, and he had read a lot of Buddhist scriptures. He knew that this was just an inevitable process. He needed to feel the pain first, and then he would be able to fully understand and achieve the liberation of the physical body.
Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva once said that hell is not empty, and if you swear not to become a Buddha, this is a kind of great enlightenment and great liberation.
Resisting the deadly itch, Zhou Wen continued to endure the itch, and kept running the little prajna, hoping to achieve a great spiritual liberation, and at the same time absolutely control his body, so that his body would no longer be affected by six. Limitations and implications of knowledge.
For ordinary people, in such an itchy situation, there is no way to calm down and think about the meaning of those scriptures, and there is no way to run the Yuan Qi Art wholeheartedly.
Zhou Wen was obviously not among them. His talent of concentration allowed him to think and comprehend unaffected under such circumstances.
The scriptures I read before were finally not in vain. Zhou Wen was on the right path. With the operation and comprehension of the Little Prajna Sutra, Zhou Wen's six senses became more acute, and the itchiness on his neck still existed, but for The influence of Zhou Wen's spirit was much less, which made him feel less uncomfortable.
"This one really works!" Zhou Wen continued to study from this aspect, hoping to break through the bottleneck of the little Prajna in one fell swoop and condense the soul of life.
Different from general vitality formulas for strengthening the body, the Little Prajna Sutra does not eliminate the pain in the body, but uses one's own wisdom to understand the pain in the body.
Of course, being able to understand does not mean that it can be solved, but the separation of body and spirit made Zhou Wen less painful.
The pressure on his body is still there, and the itching feeling is getting worse and worse, but Zhou Wenming can feel these two kinds of pain, but it seems that his body is not his own, and the pain is not so unbearable.
This feeling is very strange. It is obviously my body, but it feels like it is not my own. The spirit seems to be from the perspective of an outsider.
"If I continue to practice like this, I won't really become a Buddha, will I?" Zhou Wen could feel that his physical body was emitting a shining precious light.
But the source of this precious light is not the flesh, but a deeper level.
Zhou Wen didn't want to become a Buddha without desires and desires, but in this situation, he could only continue to practice, otherwise just the itchy feeling would drive people crazy.
In such an environment, Zhou Wen quickly achieved the separation and unity of spirit and body. It may sound contradictory, but this is indeed Zhou Wen's current state.
That is to say, he can absolutely control his body, and his mind is not bound by his body. The pain and itching of being oppressed is nothing to Zhou Wen now.
But even if Zhou Wen didn't care anymore, it wouldn't affect his spirit. The oppressive force on his body still existed. His body had been pressed into the bone sand, and it was about to be crushed.
Once the body dies, no matter how strong his spirit is, it is useless to wait for the Buddha to guide him into the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss to practice in the afterlife? Zhou Wen obviously didn't have that awareness.
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