The neck is getting more and more itchy, and Zhou Wen knows that he can't drag it out any longer, and he must find a way to solve this problem.

"Maybe the Emperor knows what this thing is. "Zhou Wen wants to leave the Zhuolu battlefield and return to the place where there is a signal in the station to contact the emperor to see if he can get some useful news about the snail from her.

But after only a few steps, Zhou Wen felt that his neck itched a little unbearable, and he couldn't wait to rip his neck off.

What's even more weird is that Zhou Wen felt that his body had become so heavy, as if there was an invisible boulder pressing on him, making every step he took seemed to be extremely difficult, leaving extremely deep footprints on the bone sand, and his calves were sunk 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 pressed into the bone sand, and he tried to stand up, but he couldn't move.

Not only could I not move, but the itch on my neck was getting worse and worse, and I couldn't even scratch it.

"You have to get out of here quickly. Zhou Wen asked the six wings and the candle dragon to pull his body, wanting them to carry him back.

But the huge power of the six wings and the candle dragon couldn't pull him, or they didn't dare to push too hard, for fear of pulling his body off directly.

"I'm really not suitable to enter the dimensional realm in reality, and every time something happens. "Zhou Wen regrets it a little now, he shouldn't dig everywhere.

It may be that he has just gotten such a powerful companion pet as the candle dragon, and he is a little floating, thinking that there is a candle dragon and he can deal with emergencies, but he doesn't want to have no chance to use the candle dragon at all.

Zhou Wen could only endure the itch, letting the candle dragon get under the bone sand, trying to prop up his body.

But when the candle dragon tried hard to support Zhou Wen's body, he almost squeezed Zhou Wen's body flat, and still couldn't hold Zhou Wen's body even one centimeter higher.

As a result, Zhou Wen was pressed on the back of the candle dragon, and as soon as the candle dragon's body retreated, Zhou Wen suddenly fell into the sand pit, still unable to move.

Zhou Wen thought of all the ways he could think of, but it was useless, he was pressed here and couldn't move.

The pressure on his body was still secondary, but the itch on his neck made Zhou Wen unbearable, almost itching to the depths of his soul.

Many powers were useless, and Zhou Wen could only switch to the small Prajna and run the octave Prajna life.

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

Taoism cultivates this life, while Buddhism cultivates the afterlife, pursuing great liberation in the afterlife.

Although the small prajna is a vitality recipe for cultivating the body, it is different from the innate undefeated divine skill that directly strengthens the body, and the small prajna is more about the management of the physical body by the spirit.

The wisdom of the six prajnas is to enable people to pursue spiritual enlightenment without being limited by their own physical bodies.

Zhou Wen was running Xiao Prajna at this time, not to relieve the pain on his body, but to allow himself to stop focusing on his own pain, in order to reduce the itchy feeling.

Although this kind of rule of law does not cure the root cause, Zhou Wen really doesn't have a good way now, if he doesn't just itch, he is afraid that he will be tortured by the itchy feeling and go crazy.

"Next time, I don't have to listen to me, and I can't move things around at will. Zhou Wen thought to himself.

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

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

King Jizo Bodhisattva once said that hell is not empty, and you will not become a Buddha, which is a kind of great enlightenment and great liberation.

Enduring the fatal itch, Zhou Wen constantly endured the invasion of the itch, constantly running the small prajna, hoping to achieve great spiritual liberation, and at the same time, he also absolutely controlled his body, so that his body was no longer limited and affected by the six senses.

If you are an ordinary person, in such an itchy situation, you will not be able to calm down and think about the meaning of those scriptures, nor will you be able to operate the vitality recipe wholeheartedly.

Zhou Wen is obviously not among them, and his talent for concentration allows him to think and comprehend without being affected in such a situation.

The scriptures I read before were finally not in vain, Zhou Wen was on the right path, with the operation and comprehension of the Xiao Prajna Sutra, Zhou Wen's six senses became more acute, and the itching on his neck still existed, but the impact on Zhou Wen's spirit was much less, making him feel less uncomfortable.

"This one really works!" Zhou Wen continued to study from this aspect, hoping to break through the bottleneck of Xiao Panruo in one fell swoop and condense the soul of life.

Different from the general vitality recipe that strengthens the body, the Lesser 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 resolved, but the separation of body and spirit makes Zhou Wen less painful.

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

It's a strange feeling, it's my body, but it doesn't feel like it's my own, and my spirit seems to be from an outsider's point of view.

"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 actually emitting a shining treasure light.

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

Zhou Wen didn't want to become a Buddha who had no desires and no desires, but in this situation, he could only continue to practice, otherwise just that itchy feeling would make people go crazy.

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

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

But even if Zhou Wen didn't care about it anymore, it couldn't affect his spirit, the oppressive force on his body still existed, and his body had been pressed into the bone sand, and it was about to be flattened.

As soon as his body dies, no matter how powerful his spirit is, it is useless, waiting for the Buddha to lead him into the Pure Land of Bliss to cultivate the next life? Zhou Wen obviously did not have that kind of enlightenment.

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