Zhou Wen took a look at the information of the bloody villain and saw that the Heart Zen in the Yuan Qi Skill disappeared, replaced by the Blood Zen.
Zhou Wen tried to activate the blood meditation, and a cool breath suddenly surged out of his heart. The breath flowed to every corner of his body along with the blood, making Zhou Wen's whole body feel indescribably refreshing and comfortable.
But Zhou Wen's skin had a strange flush, which looked a bit weird.
It feels a little different from Heart Zen, and the consumption of vitality seems to be much slower. A little vitality can last for nearly three minutes. Zhou Wen's upper limit of 10 points of vitality can be used continuously for almost half an hour.
"Half an hour, if Blood Zen and Heart Zen can restrain the mysterious power of the Small Buddhist Temple, it will be enough for me to run back and forth on the stone steps in front of the Small Buddhist Temple several times." Zhou Wen did not waste any more time at the moment and let The bloody little man rode on the silver-winged flying ant and flew towards the small Buddhist temple.
Sure enough, as Zhou Wen thought, blood meditation and heart meditation have the same ability. After the bloody villain opened the heart meditation, he ran up the stone steps until he reached the door of the small Buddhist temple without any accidents.
The small Buddhist temple is in a very dilapidated state, the plaque on the door has faded, and the temple walls have collapsed in many places.
Pushing open the dusty door, Zhou Wen was slightly startled when he saw clearly the scene inside the door amid the dust.
Originally, he was ready to fight powerful dimensional creatures, but no dimensional creatures were found in the yard, and only a stone tablet stood in the center of the yard.
"Little Prajnaparamita Sutra?" Zhou Wen couldn't help but feel slightly confused after seeing clearly the largest words on the stone tablet.
The name of the "Mahaprajna Paramita Sutra" can be said to be thunderous. It used to be the theoretical basis of Mahayana Buddhism. After the dimensional storm, a Buddhist believer understood the vitality formula from it. Together with the "Agama Sutra", it ranks as the two major Buddhist schools. The vitality arts are all epic-level vitality arts, which are not inferior to the Li family's innate invincible magical skills.
But Zhou Wen had never heard of the Lesser Prajnaparamita Sutra, so the name seemed like a joke.
Let the little bloody man walk in and read the content carefully. After reading it for a while, he suddenly felt dizzy and his head seemed to explode.
"This scripture is evil!" Zhou Wen was shocked. Just as he was about to look away from the scripture, he suddenly felt that the flow of vitality in his body suddenly slowed down.
Ever since Zhou Wen practiced the Mystical Immortal Sutra, the Mystical Immortal Sutra has been circulating automatically, and there is no need for Zhou Wen to practice it deliberately.
Nowadays, the rotation speed of the Immortal Sutra suddenly slowed down, which was something that had never happened before. However, after the flow speed of the Immortal Sutra slowed down, Zhou Wen only felt that the splitting headache feeling had eased.
When Zhou Wen read the Lesser Prajna Paramita Sutra again, he did not feel the same uncomfortable feeling as before.
Zhou Wen was surprised and continued to read the scriptures. Then he discovered that the more scriptures he read, the slower the flow of the Mysterious Immortal Sutra became.
There were too many words on the tablet. Zhou Wen read it for a while and was about to continue reading when he suddenly saw the screen go black and the bloody villain died.
"Ah!" Zhou Wen then remembered that he had been driving the Blood Zen and reading the scriptures there for such a long time. The Blood Zen had exhausted its vitality and stopped functioning.
"It seems that the small Buddhist temple is just like the stone steps, and there are evil forces shrouding it. Without the blood Zen body protection, you can only die. If I had known, I wouldn't have read the "Little Prajna Paramita Sutra." Zhou Wen thought to himself.
After turning into a human with a drop of blood and re-entering the underground Buddha City instance, Zhou Wen went to the lotus pond first, planning to brush the mutated Buddha Heart Lotus again. It would be great if he could produce a companion egg. Even if he could not produce a companion egg, he would produce a vitality crystal tonic. It can also replenish vitality.
But who knew that after so much effort, he finally killed the mutated Buddha Heart Lotus again, and only one crystal with a power of 14 came out.
The bloody villain picked up the power crystal and absorbed it, but the power attribute did not grow and was still 10.
"It seems that even after practicing the Immortal Sutra, there is still a bottleneck in the level realm, and it cannot exceed the mortal level limit of 10 points." Zhou Wen was slightly disappointed.
After killing all the Buddha Heart Lotuses and finally replenishing ten points of vitality, Zhou Wen headed towards the small Buddhist temple again.
This time Zhou Wen did not waste time at the stone tablet. After entering the temple gate, he ran directly to the main hall facing the gate.
The main hall has long been dilapidated, with a piece of the roof collapsed, and the door is crooked, as if it will fall down at any time. There is no plaque on the door. I don't know what the name of this main hall is.
The little bloody man stepped forward and pushed, and the door creaked and fell directly into the hall. There was only a bang sound, stirring up dust flying all over the sky.
Looking at the dusty main hall, the first thing I saw was a Buddha statue.
Although the Buddha statue in the game was a Q version, it still shocked Zhou Wen. The Buddha statues Zhou Wen had seen were generally kind-faced, dignified and elegant, and only a few Dharma Protectors and the like had angry eyes.
However, gods such as the Dharma Protector Vajra will not be placed in the main hall. The Buddha statue in the main hall has a face like an evil ghost. Although there is no angry expression, people still feel scared after looking at it, as if It was as if he was staring at her coldly.
"Bang!" Zhou Wen only had time to take a look. The body of the bloody man who had just stepped into the hall exploded and turned into residual blood on the ground. The game screen also turned black.
Zhou Wen was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat: "This place in the Little Buddhist Temple is really evil. You can die even if you look at it. Fortunately, the real body will not pass by, otherwise no matter how many lives you have, it will not be enough to die. I don't know how those human predecessors used to do it." Those who explore the realm of other dimensions can achieve today’s achievements only at the expense of countless lives.”
Although Zhou Wen had already seen stories of soldiers exploring other-dimensional realms and dying tragically as early as when he was in school, it was far from as shocking as his own personal experience.
Zhou Wen then thought again: "After entering the main hall, even the blood meditation has no effect. However, there is a small stone tablet of the Prajnaparamita Sutra placed in the temple. It may be of some use, but it is obviously the vitality technique. I have already practiced the mystery." It is impossible to modify the Immortal Sutra to other vitality techniques, and the small Buddhist temple is so weird, who knows if there is anything wrong with the vitality technique?"
After hesitating for a while, Zhou Wen decided to go to the small Buddhist temple and write down the scriptures inside.
As for functions such as taking pictures, there is no need to think about it. The pictures on the mysterious mobile phone cannot be captured by ordinary mobile phones. Zhou Wen can only remember them by himself.
The sutras were too long, but fortunately those sutras were not as hard to memorize as the Mysterious Immortal Sutra. Zhou Wen only memorized a few paragraphs at a time. When the time was up, he left the small Buddhist temple and regained his strength before memorizing again.
When Zhou Wen had written down all the scriptures, he found that it was already dawn and he had not slept all night again.
Just when Zhou Wen wrote down the last verse, the Immortal Sutra that had almost stopped running in his body suddenly began to circulate crazily.
