Zhou Wen took a look at the information of the Blood-colored villain and saw that the heart Zen in the vital energy technique disappeared, and replaced by Blood Zen.

Zhou Wen tried to start blood Zen, and a cool breath suddenly surged out of his heart. The breath flowed through his body with the blood, making Zhou Wen's body feel refreshed and comfortable indescribable.

However, Zhou Wen's skin was flushed in a strange way, looking a little weird.

It feels a little different from the mind Zen, and the consumption of vital energy seems to be much slower. A little vital energy can last for nearly three minutes. Zhou Wen’s upper limit of 10 points of vital energy can almost be used for half an hour.

"In half an hour, if Blood Zen and Heart Zen can restrain the mysterious power of the Small Buddha Temple, it will be enough for me to run back and forth on the stone steps in front of the Small Buddha Temple." Zhou Wen no longer wasted time, and let the blood-colored villain ride on the silver-winged flying ants and fly towards the direction of the Small Buddha Temple.

As Zhou Wen thought, Blood Zen and Heart Zen had the same abilities. After the Blood-colored villain opened Heart Zen, he ran up the stone steps and ran to the gate of Xiaofo Temple without any accidents.

The Xiaofo Temple is very dilapidated, the plaques on the door have faded, and many places in the temple walls have collapsed.

Pushing open the dusty door, in the dust, Zhou Wen saw clearly the scene inside the door, but was slightly stunned.

He was originally ready to fight against powerful dimensional creatures, but no dimensional creatures were found in the yard, only a stone tablet stood in the center of the yard.

"Little Prajna Paramita Sutra?" Zhou Wen could not help but feel a little confused when he saw the largest words on the stone tablet.

The name "The Great Prajna Paramita Sutra" is well-known. It used to be the theoretical basis of Mahayana Buddhism. After the dimensional storm, a Buddhist believer learned the Yuanqi technique from it. It is ranked alongside the "Agama Sutra". Both are epic Yuanqi techniques, which are not inferior to the Li family's innate invincible magical skills.

However, Zhou Wen had never heard of the Little Prajna Paramita Sutra. The name seems to be a joke no matter how you look at it.

The blood-colored villain walked in and looked at the contents carefully. After reading for a while, he felt dizzy and his head seemed to explode.

"This scripture is evil!" Zhou Wen was shocked and was about to move his eyes away from the scripture, but suddenly he felt the flow rate of the energy in his body suddenly slowed down.

Since Zhou Wen practiced the Immortal Sutra, the Immortal Sutra has been automatically circulating, and Zhou Wen does not need to deliberately practice it.

Now the rotation speed of the Miscellaneous Immortal Sutra suddenly slowed down, which was something that had never happened before. However, after the flow rate of the Miscellaneous Immortal Sutra slowed down, Zhou Wen only felt that the feeling of a splitting headache actually eased.

When Zhou Wen went to see the Little Prajna Paramita Sutra again, he did not feel the uncomfortable feeling he had just now.

Zhou Wen was surprised and continued to read the scriptures, and then he found that the more scriptures he read, the slower the flow rate of the Immortal Sutra.

There were too many words on the monument. Zhou Wen looked at it for a while and was about to continue reading it, but suddenly he saw that the screen turned black and the blood-colored villain died.

"Ah!" Zhou Wen then remembered that he had been driving the Blood Zen and had read the scriptures there for so long. Blood Zen consumed the vitality and stopped operating.

"It seems that the small Buddha temple is like the stone steps, with evil powers shrouded in it. Without blood Zen protection, you can only die. If you had known it, you wouldn't have read the "Little Prajna Paramita Sutra"." Zhou Wen thought to himself.

After blood was turned into a person and re-entered the underground Buddha City dungeon, Zhou Wen went to the lotus pond first, planning to brush the mutated Buddha Heart Lotus again. It would be better to be able to produce companion eggs. Even if the companion eggs cannot be produced, it would be fine to produce vital energy crystals to replenish vital energy.

But who knew that after all his thoughts, he finally killed the mutant Buddha Heart Lotus again, and only produced a crystal of power 14.

The blood-colored villain picked up the power crystal and absorbed it, but the power attribute did not grow, and it was still 10.

"It seems that even if you practice the Immortal Sutra, the bottleneck of the level realm still exists, and you cannot exceed the limit of the mortal level of 10 points." Zhou Wen was slightly disappointed.

After killing all the Buddha's heart lotus, Zhou Wen finally replenished his vitality and then went to the small Buddha Temple again.

This time, Zhou Wen did not waste time on the stone tablet. After entering the temple gate, he ran directly to the hall facing the gate.

The hall was already dilapidated, the roof collapsed, the gate was crooked, as if it would fall down at any time, and there was no plaque on the door. I don’t know what the hall was called.

The blood-colored villain stepped forward and pushed the door creaked directly into the hall. With a bang, it stirred up dust flying all over the sky.

Looking at the dusty hall, the first thing I saw was a Buddha statue.

Although there is a Q-version Buddha statue in the game, it still scared Zhou Wen. The Buddha statues Zhou Wen has seen are generally kind-eyed and dignified and elegant. Only a few guardians and the like will have glaring eyes.

However, gods like the guardian Vajra will not be placed in the main hall, but the Buddha statue in the main hall has a face like an evil ghost. Although there is no angry expression, it makes people feel scared when they see it, as if he is staring at it coldly.

"Bang!" Zhou Wen had just had time to take a look. The blood-colored villain who had just stepped into the hall exploded and turned into a ground of residual blood, and the game screen became dark.

Zhou Wen was shocked and sweated: "The place of Xiaofo Temple is really evil. You can die if you look at it. Fortunately, it is not the real body, otherwise no matter how many lives there are, it is not enough to die. I don't know how the predecessors of human beings used to explore the different dimensions. I am afraid that how many lives have been sacrificed to achieve today's achievements."

Although Zhou Wen had already seen the stories of soldiers tragic sacrifices when he was in school, he was far from as shocking as he had experienced himself.

Zhou Wen thought again: "After entering the hall, even blood Zen was useless. However, there might be some use for a small stone tablet of the Prajna Paramita Sutra in the temple, but it is obviously the Yuanqi Art. I have practiced the Immortal Sutra, so it is impossible to modify other Yuanqi Art. Moreover, the small Buddha Temple is so weird. Who knows if there is any problem with the Yuanqi Art?"

After hesitating for a moment, Zhou Wen still planned to go to Xiaofo Temple first and write down the scriptures inside.

As for functions such as taking photos, there is no need to think about it. The pictures on the mysterious mobile phone cannot be taken at all by ordinary phones, so Zhou Wen can only remember them by himself.

The scriptures are too long, but fortunately, those scriptures are not as hard as those of the Immortal Sutra. Zhou Wen only remembers a few paragraphs at a time, and when the time is almost done, he leaves the Xiaofo Temple and then remembers them after he has recovered his vitality.

When Zhou Wen wrote down all the scriptures, he found that it was already dawn and he had not slept for another night.
Chapter completed!