Chapter 575: Cultivating Small Prajna

The neck became more and more itchy, and Zhou Wen knew that he couldn't drag it on any longer. He had to find a way to solve this problem.

"Maybe Lord Emperor knows what this is." Zhou Wen wanted to leave the Zhuolu battlefield and return to the place where there was a signal in the station to contact Lord Emperor to see if he could get some useful information about snails from her.

But after walking a few steps, Zhou Wen felt that his neck was itchy and he couldn't stand it, and he wished he could gouge out his neck.

What's even weirder is that Zhou Wen felt that his body had become so heavy, as if an invisible boulder was pressing on him, making every step he took seemed extremely difficult, leaving deep footprints on the bone sand. Legs are sunk in.

Zhou Wen knew that this was definitely not an illusion, that something really was pressing him, and that pressure could be clearly felt, but there was nothing on him.

thump!

Zhou Wen's body was pressed into the bone sand, and he tried to stand up, but he couldn't move.

Not only could he not move, but the itching on his neck was getting worse and worse, and he couldn't even scratch it.

"You have to leave here quickly." Zhou Wen asked Liuyi and Zhulong to pull his body, wanting them to carry him back.

But Liuyi and Zhulong were so powerful that they couldn't pull him, or they didn't dare to use too much force, for fear of breaking his body.

"I really am not suitable to enter the dimensional field in reality, and accidents happen every time." Zhou Wen regrets it a little now and shouldn't dig around.

It may be that he just got such a powerful companion pet as the candle dragon, and it is a little bit floating, thinking that there is a candle dragon, and it can cope with emergencies, but he does not want to have no chance to use the candle dragon at all.

Zhou Wen could only endure the itch and let the candle dragon get under the bone sand, trying to support his body.

But when Zhulong tried hard to support Zhou Wen's body, he almost crushed Zhou Wen's body, and he still couldn't hold Zhou Wen's body even one centimeter higher.

As a result, Zhou Wen was pressed on Zhulong's back, and when Zhulong's body retreated, Zhou Wen suddenly fell into the sand pit, still unable to move.

Zhou Wen thought about everything he could think of, but it was of no use at all. He was so pressed down here that he couldn't move.

The stress on the body is second, the itch on the neck,

But it made Zhou Wen unbearable, almost itching to the depths of his soul.

Many powers are useless, Zhou Wen can only switch to the small prajna, and run the octave prajna fate.

It's not that the power of the small prajna can relieve his stress, nor is the octave prajna able to relieve the itching, but that the small prajna has a benefit, that is, forbearance.

Taoism cultivates this life, while Buddhism cultivates the next life, and pursues great liberation in the next life.

Although the small prajna is a vitality art for cultivating the body, it is different from the innate undefeated magic that directly strengthens the body.

The various wisdoms of the Six Prajna are all for people to pursue spiritual enlightenment without being limited by their own **.

Zhou Wen's small Prajna at this time is not to relieve the pain on his body, but to allow himself to stop focusing on his own pain in order to reduce the itching feeling.

Although this method can cure the symptoms but not the root cause, Zhou Wen really doesn't have a good solution right now. If it doesn't stop itch, he is afraid that he will be tortured crazy by the itch.

"Next time, if you don't listen carefully, you can't move things at will." Zhou Wen thought to himself.

After the operation of the small prajna, the octave prajna made his six senses sharper, but instead made the itchy feeling deeper into the bone marrow.

Zhou Wen knew that this was only temporary. He had read a lot of Buddhist scriptures. He knew that this was only an inevitable process. He needed to feel the pain first, and then he could fully realize it and achieve the liberation of the physical body.

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva once said that if the hell is not empty, you will not become a Buddha. This is a kind of great enlightenment and great liberation.

Resisting that fatal itch, Zhou Wen constantly endured the itch, and kept running the small prajna, hoping to achieve a great spiritual liberation, and at the same time, he would absolutely control his own sex, so that his body would no longer suffer. Limitations and Influences of the Six Senses.

If it was an ordinary person, 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 wholeheartedly run the vitality art.

Zhou Wen is obviously not included in this list. His concentration talent allows him to think and comprehend without being affected under such circumstances.

The scriptures I read before were finally read in vain. Zhou Wen is on the right path. With the operation and comprehension of the Little Prajna Sutra, Zhou Wen’s six senses have become more acute, and the itch on his neck still exists. 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 Little Prajna in one fell swoop and condense the soul of life.

It is different from the general vitality formula that strengthens the body, the Small Prajna Sutra cannot eliminate the pain in the body, but uses its 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 makes Zhou Wen less painful.

The pressure on the body is still there, and the itching feeling is getting worse and worse, but Zhou Wenming can feel these two kinds of pain, but he seems to feel that the body is not his own, and the pain is not so unbearable.

This kind of feeling is very strange. It is obviously my own body, but it feels as if it is not my own. The spirit seems to stand 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 body actually exuded a gleaming light.

And the source of this precious light is not **, but a deeper level.

Zhou Wen didn't want to become a Buddha without desires, but in this situation, he could only continue to practice, otherwise it would be just the itchy feeling that would drive people crazy.

In such an environment, Zhou Wen quickly achieved the separation and unity of spirit and sex, which sounds contradictory, but this is indeed Zhou Wen's current state.

That is, to be able to absolutely control his body, his mind is not bound by his body, and the pain and itching of being oppressed are nothing to Zhou Wen now.

But even if Zhou Wen didn't care, it wouldn't affect his spirit. The pressure on his body still existed. His body had been pressed into the bone sand and was about to be crushed.

Once the body dies, no matter how powerful his spirit is, it is useless to wait for the Buddha to lead him into the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss to cultivate in the next life? Zhou Wen obviously did not have that kind of consciousness.