Chapter 577: Prison King
"What should I do? Little Prajna can't solve my current predicament, it's just drinking poison to quench thirst." Zhou Wen kept thinking, trying to find a complete solution.
Although the Small Prajna Sutra and the Eightfold Prajna Sutra could not free Zhou Wen from pain, they made his thinking and six senses more acute, allowing him to observe details that he had not been able to feel before.
There was a bulge on the neck, and even without using a mirror, Zhou Wen could sense all the details, even the details under the skin.
Under the influence of the Eight Degrees of Prajna, Zhou Wen only felt that his body seemed to become transparent in his consciousness, allowing him to see many details inside his body with his consciousness, or to perceive the subtleties of himself, but that was not true vision.
"This should be the seventh awakening mentioned in the Buddhist scriptures, right?" Zhou Wen could clearly feel that under the spiral jade protrusion on his neck, there was more than just a lump.
Beneath the lump, there were many thin, invisible filaments that had penetrated deep into his blood vessels and muscles. They were too tiny to be seen with the naked eye.
Those filaments penetrated into his body like a spider web, entwining between his flesh, blood, and bones. His entire neck was rooted in the filaments, and they were still spreading to all parts of his body, even his brain was being infiltrated.
Now Zhou Wen finally understood why it was useless to cut off the lump. As the saying goes, if you don't remove the grass at the root, it will grow again in the spring breeze.
It is useless to just remove the bumps on the surface. You must also remove the fine threads inside to truly resolve the crisis in your body.
However, the power of the Small Prajna Sutra and the Eightfold Prajna could only allow him to see the problem, but could not solve it.
Power like this that directly penetrates into the body, such as the power of Zhulong, has no effect at all. Unless Zhou Wen wants to be killed by the Penetrating Vision, he can only find another way.
The Dark Doctor is considered to be the best at this, but even his poison cannot destroy those filaments, which shows how powerful this thing is.
"Fortunately, I still have a substitute talisman with me, and I also have a six-winged guardian dragon. If it comes to the last resort, I will fight to the death with this weird snail. With the substitute talisman and the six-winged guardian dragon, I should be able to survive, but it may not be able to." Zhou Wen thought to himself.
But that was the last step as a last resort. As long as there was still a way out, Zhou Wen didn't want to take that last step.
"Since the Small Prajna Sutra can allow me to see it, is there really no way to solve it? Moreover, my understanding still cannot allow the Small Prajna Sutra to be promoted to epic, nor can it condense the soul. Obviously, it is because my understanding is not completely correct..." Zhou Wen pondered.
The precious light on his body became more and more crystal clear, but he was under the pressure of a powerful force, and his flesh could no longer bear it. His bones were creaking, as if they would break at any time.
Zhou Wen could feel as if a huge snail shell was pressing on him. The snail shell could not be seen or touched with the naked eye, but the pressure existed, which was very strange.
"Since the spirit cannot control the body, why don't I do the opposite? If I don't even have this life, what's the point of having an afterlife?" Zhou Wen's mind moved, and at the same time, he reversed the Small Prajna Sutra.
Originally, Zhou Wen thought that reversing the Little Prajna would definitely cause serious damage to his body, but he soon discovered that after the Little Prajna was reversed, it could still function smoothly without any hindrance, as if it was supposed to be this way.
Zhou Wen suddenly had an idea and thought of the Three-Faced Buddha in the Small Buddhist Temple. The Three-Faced Buddha had three faces, not all of which showed compassion, which was somewhat different from ordinary Buddha statues.
"Could it be that... the Small Prajna is not a pure Buddhist Qi-cultivation technique... one body with three sides... then what is the last side?" Zhou Wen seemed to have realized something vaguely.
With the reversal of the small Prajna, the eight-degree Prajna also changed accordingly. Zhou Wen, who was originally in a state of separation between spirit and body, reunited his spirit and body.
That extremely itchy feeling immediately returned to Zhou Wen, making him almost crazy.
But almost at the same time, this maddening itchy feeling made Zhou Wen feel full of strength. The more painful and itchy his body was, the more excited his spirit became. Not only did he not feel pain, but he felt a sense of pleasure, as if he had the urge to tear and destroy everything.
"A person has three faces: one is the Buddha, the other is the devil. When the Buddha appears, I am the Buddha; when the devil appears, I am the devil. When neither the Buddha nor the devil appears, I am my true self..."
As Zhou Wen continued to comprehend, his spirit, energy, and destiny all burst out with terrifying power, making his body shine and emit amazing precious light, as if an unspeakable power was brewing in his body.
Zhou Wen was not unfamiliar with that kind of power. It was the condensation of the soul.
However, it is different from the previous several times of condensing the soul. This time, the soul is not the empty thing in the consciousness like Bai Wu Jin Ji, nor is it a physical thing like the Lost Kingdom, nor is it an independent individual like the Ancient Emperor of Rebirth.
Zhou Wen's soul seemed to be his own body. Having himself as the soul was something that few people had ever seen before.
Snap! Snap!
As his soul condensed, the jade lump on Zhou Wen's neck actually cracked, and almost invisible thin lines peeled off from his body.
It was like an invisible transparent hair automatically emerged from his body, but the hair did not emerge on its own, but because Zhou Wen's body had undergone strange changes and could no longer be attached to any external objects, so the hair had to break away 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. It was the one Zhou Wen had dug out from the rhinoceros's stomach before.
Its small eyes looked at Zhou Wen, whose whole body was shining with precious light, as if it was thinking about something. However, it glanced at the Zhulong next to it, and finally lowered its head and drilled into the bone sand, as if it had become invisible, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Zhou Wen's body had become as crystal clear as jade, and he looked like a god or demon, seeming to be pregnant with immense energy. A vertical eye appeared between his eyebrows. The moment the vertical eye closed, it was as if the gate of hell had opened, and countless wronged souls and evil spirits were wailing and roaring inside.
Zhou Wen himself seemed to have turned into a demon king, emitting a terrifying aura of death.
Little Prajna finally condensed his soul, but this soul looked a little weird no matter how you looked at it.
Zhou Wen collected his soul and his body returned to normal. The bump on his neck was gone, the pressure on his body also disappeared, and at the same time, he felt a sense of enlightenment in his heart.
"Prison King?" Zhou Wen muttered to himself and read out the name of the soul.
(End of this chapter)
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