Chen Shouyi picked up a copy of the Heart Sutra of Prajna.
In Sanskrit, prajna meant wisdom.
Only after Chen Shouyi opened it did he realize it was a Buddhist scripture. Fortunately, there were notes in the back.
With an intelligence of 157, he could take in ten lines at a glance. A quick scan of each page was enough for him to commit it to memory and recite it backward. After a few minutes, he had finished the book.
It expounded on the state of mind and philosophy of Buddhism: breaking free from the attachments of ordinary people and demanding of oneself the state of a sage who sought nothing. Chen Shouyi read it in a fog, unable to make heads or tails of it.
What was the difference between having no desires and being a plant?
He was still planning to get married and have children!
And what the hell did any of this have to do with wisdom?
Chen Shouyi grumbled inwardly, then quickly put the book aside.
The next few books, on ancient cultivation methods from various countries, were mostly just fancy covers wrapped around worthless contents. They dealt either with religious philosophy or with things that had nothing to do with the brain.
Only works on modern martial arts mentioned it.
But even those were mostly theoretical, speculative, and conjectural. They were also largely based on biology, and none offered a fully developed cultivation method.
Several hours later, he had finished all thirty books he'd borrowed from the library.
In the end, he'd found nothing.
Chen Shouyi realized that, in this field, the scientific community was more inclined to research drugs that could stimulate improvements in intelligence than to pursue cultivation.
Perhaps that was more likely to succeed.
After all, they already had real samples,