"What should I do? Little Prajna can't solve my current predicament, it's just drinking poison to quench my thirst." Zhou Wen kept thinking, trying to find a solution.
Although the Little Prajna Sutra and the Eight Degrees of Prajna could not free Zhou Wen from pain, they made his thinking and six senses sharper, and he was able to observe details that he could not feel before.
The neck is protruding, even if Zhou Wen doesn't need a mirror to look at it, he can still perceive all the details, even the details under the skin are clear.
Under the influence of Badu Wisdom, Zhou Wen only felt that his body had become transparent in his consciousness, allowing him to see many details in his body with his consciousness, or to perceive the subtleties of himself, That's not really vision.
"This should be the seventh awakening mentioned in the Buddhist scriptures, right?" Zhou Wen could clearly feel that it was not just a lump under the spiral jade protrusion on his neck.
Under the pimple, there were many invisible filaments that penetrated into his blood vessels and muscles, because they were too fine to be seen by the naked eye.
Those filaments penetrated into his body like a spider web, coiled between the flesh and bones, the entire neck was rooted by the filaments, and they were still spreading to all parts of the body, even the brain was being penetrated.
Now Zhou Wen finally knew why it was useless to cut off the pimple by himself. The so-called cutting the grass does not remove the root, and the spring breeze blows and it grows again.
It's useless to just remove the bumps on the surface, the filaments inside must be removed together to truly relieve the crisis on the body.
But the power of the Small Prajna Sutra and the Eight Degrees of Prajna can only make him see the problem, but it cannot solve it.
This kind of power that penetrates directly into the body, such as the candle dragon, can't play a role at all. Unless Zhou Wen wants to be killed by the hole candle vision together, he can only find another way.
The dark doctor is the best at this aspect, but even his toxin can't destroy those filaments, which shows how powerful this thing is.
"Fortunately, I still have a substitute talisman on me, and there is also a six-winged guardian dragon. If it is a last resort, I will die with this weird snail. With the substitute talisman and the six-winged guardian dragon, I should be able to survive , it’s not necessarily the case.” Zhou Wen thought in his heart.
But that was the last step of last resort. As long as there was a way to think of it, Zhou Wen didn't want to take that last step.
"Since the Little Prajna Sutra can let me see it, is there really no way to solve it? Moreover, my comprehension still hasn't allowed Little Prajna to be promoted to the epic, nor has it condensed the soul of life. Obviously, it is because my comprehension does not Not quite right..." Zhou Wen thought hard.
The precious light on his body became more and more crystal clear, but he was oppressed by a powerful force, and his body was almost unable to bear it, his bones creaked under the pressure, as if they would break at any time.
Zhou Wen could feel that there seemed to be a huge snail shell pressing on him. The snail shell could not be seen or touched with the naked eye, but the pressure would still exist, which was very strange.
"Since the mind can't control the body, why don't I do the opposite? If I don't even have this life, what do I need to do in the next life?" Zhou Wen thought and reversed the little Prajna Sutra at the same time.
Originally, Zhou Wen thought that his reversal of the little prajna would definitely cause great damage to his body, but soon he discovered that after the little prajna was reversed, it could also run smoothly without any hindrance, as if it should be like this.
Zhou Wen's heart suddenly moved, and he remembered the three-faced Buddha in the Small Buddha Temple. The three-faced Buddha has three faces, not all of which are compassionate, and are somewhat different from ordinary Buddha statues.
"Could it be that... the little Prajna is not a pure Buddha's cultivation of vitality... one body with three sides...then what is the last side?" Zhou Wen seemed to realize something faintly.
With the reversal of the small prajna, the eight-degree prajna also changed. Zhou Wen, who was originally in a state of separation of spirit and body, reunited his soul and body.
That extremely itchy feeling immediately returned to Zhou Wen, making Zhou Wen itchy almost madly.
But almost at the same time, this maddening itching made Zhou Wen feel his whole body was full of strength. The more his body hurt and itched, the more excited his spirit became. The urge to tear and destroy everything.
"Humans have three faces, one side is a Buddha, the other side is a devil. When the Buddha comes, I am a Buddha. When the devil comes, I am a devil. When neither the Buddha nor the devil comes, I am the true self..."
With Zhou Wen's continuous comprehension, his spirit and destiny are erupting with terrifying power, making his body shine brightly and exuding amazing precious light. It seems that there is an indescribable power on his body bred.
That kind of power is no stranger to Zhou Wen, it is the condensed form of life and soul.
It’s just that it’s different from the previous gatherings of Fate Soul, this time Fate Soul is not a nothingness in consciousness like a hundred taboos, nor is it a physical thing like Lost Kingdom, nor is it an independent individual like Reverse Life Ancient Emperor.
Zhou Wen's soul of fate seems to be his own body, and he regards himself as the soul of fate. I am afraid that few people have seen it through the ages.
Click! Click!
With the condensation of the soul of life, the jade lump on Zhou Wen's neck cracked open, and thin lines that were almost invisible to the naked eye peeled out of his body.
It was as if thin, invisible, transparent hairs came out of his body automatically, but it wasn't the threads that came out by themselves, but because Zhou Wen's body had undergone a strange change, and he could no longer be attached by foreign objects. , That's why the filament had to be separated from his body.
Those filaments separated from Zhou Wen's body, condensed together, and soon turned into a transparent snail with a milky white snail shell on its back, which was exactly the one Zhou Wen dug out from the rhino's belly before.
Its small eyes looked at Zhou Wen, who was shining all over his body, as if he was thinking about something, but he glanced at the candle dragon next to him, and finally lowered his head and got into the bone sand, as if invisible, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.
But Zhou Wen's body has become as crystal clear as jade, and the whole person is like a god and demon, which seems to be pregnant with incomparably huge energy. A vertical eye appeared between his eyebrows. The gate of hell opened, and there were countless ghosts wailing and roaring in it.
Zhou Wen himself seemed to have become a demon king, and his whole body exuded a terrifying breath of death.
Xiao Prajna finally condensed the fate soul, but this fate soul is a bit weird no matter how you look at it.
Zhou Wen put away the soul of life, his body returned to normal state, the protrusion on his neck was gone, the pressure on his body also disappeared without a trace, and at the same time, there was a little more understanding in his heart.
"Prison King?" Zhou Wen muttered to himself, reading out the name of Fate Soul.
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