Two Wooden Blocks, Vajra Pestle

Before the Great Thunder Sound Temple.

A Bodhi tree had long since withered, leaving only a few emerald leaves that still emitted a faint green glow, a testament to the tree's extraordinary nature.

The group arrived at this place, their eyes fixed firmly on the four ancient characters on the door plaque, shocked beyond measure.

The Great Thunder Sound Temple was actually located on Mars.

Their worldview suffered a massive impact.

At this moment, Ye Fan grabbed Pang Bo and rushed into the temple.

Seeing this, the others realized that treasures left behind by Sakyamuni might remain within the temple, and unwilling to fall behind, they followed in Ye Fan and Pang Bo's footsteps into the Great Thunder Sound Temple.

Only Fang Yang stood where he was. Not until everyone had ventured deep into the temple did he take out the Replica of the Supreme Emperor Sword and approach the main trunk of the Bodhi tree.

The long sword, capable of slicing through iron as if it were mud, was inserted into the wood; feeling almost no resistance, he quickly cut off a large chunk of the trunk.

Regrettably, this Bodhi tree was already hollow; even though he specifically cut into the internal wood, he was still far from the heart of the tree.

Moreover, the vitality within the wood blocks had faded, and it was unclear how much of its miraculous nature remained, or if it could even be used as a sacred material to forge weapons.

A few short minutes later.

Relying on the strength provided by the Tiger-Wolf Pill, Fang Yang dug out a full two cubic meters of Bodhi wood and stored it in his Storage Bracelet.

The space in the Storage Bracelet was very small, a mere ten cubic meters; otherwise, he certainly would not have taken only these wood blocks, but would have taken the entire Bodhi tree.

Subsequently, various items, including but not limited to a chainsaw and a ladder, were tossed into the tree hollow to avoid occupying the already limited space.

Fang Yang knew very well that these things were of no use whatsoever to cultivators.

Originally, he had intended to use the chainsaw to cut the trunk and the ladder to pluck the Bodhi leaves, but with the Replica of the Supreme Emperor Sword and the Tiger-Wolf Pill, these items had lost their purpose.

Only a few thermal weapons were kept in the Storage Bracelet, just in case—better safe than sorry.

After all, although the Replica of the Supreme Emperor Sword was powerful, in his hands as a mortal, it was merely a sharp blade that could slice through iron and sever hair; he could not unleash even a shred of its true power.

After stepping out of the tree hollow, Fang Yang approached a drooping branch where six emerald, jade-like leaves remained—the final vitality of the Bodhi tree.

To nurture the Bodhi Seed, the ancient Bodhi tree had used its entire essence as nourishment, resulting in a hollow trunk and withered leaves.

Fang Yang bent his legs and jumped lightly, leaping three meters high to pluck these six Bodhi leaves.

The Enlightenment Tea Tree and the Bodhi tree were both immortal divine trees that increased enlightenment and aided in sudden epiphanies; the effects of their leaves should be similar.

Once he came into contact with cultivation techniques, they would prove highly useful.

Compared to the Bodhi Seed, which contained the lingering will of Sakyamuni, these six Bodhi leaves were more suitable for him.

Fang Yang glanced at the roots of the old Bodhi tree; even though he knew the Bodhi Seed was buried there, he had no intention of digging it out.

In the Holy City stone gambling dens, there were Qilin Immortal Medicine seeds and a fragmented humanoid immortal medicine waiting for him to cut them out.

There was no need to invite the karma of Buddhism or be haunted by the divine sense of Sakyamuni for the sake of a single Bodhi Seed.

Next, Fang Yang walked toward the Great Thunder Sound Temple, intending to find a Buddhist artifact to protect himself, lest his forehead be pierced by a Divine Crocodile.

Inside the Great Thunder Sound Temple.

Thick dust buried this ancient temple. Currently, only a few people had found the Buddhist artifacts left behind by the Buddha.

Fang Yang walked inside without attracting much attention, as everyone was fully focused on searching every corner in hopes of finding a Buddhist artifact.

"The Bodhi tree?"

Ye Fan approached and asked in a low voice.

He had long felt that the Bodhi tree was strange, and he had seen what looked like fluorescent light flowing from the six Bodhi leaves down toward the roots, but he felt it was inappropriate to examine it closely in front of others.

Therefore, he had entered the ancient temple first to attract the attention of others, intending to turn back later to search for treasures under the Bodhi tree.

He had not expected Fang Yang to be the last one, lingering outside for several minutes; he wondered if he had found that treasure.

"I plucked a few Bodhi leaves."

Fang Yang did not conceal it and answered Ye Fan's question.

Ye Fan looked thoughtful upon hearing this. He handed the Bronze Ancient Lamp in his hand to Pang Bo and then walked outside, intending to search the roots of the Bodhi tree.

"Buddy, want to go together?"

Pang Bo asked generously.

The Bronze Ancient Lamp in his hand remained lit, and in this dim ancient temple, it was a great advantage for searching for Buddhist artifacts.

"Thanks, but no need."

Fang Yang politely declined the other's kindness.

"Alright, then good luck."

Pang Bo shrugged and began to use the light of the Bronze Ancient Lamp to search for Buddhist artifacts within the ancient temple.

With the bronze lamp in hand, wouldn't finding a few Buddhist artifacts be like taking candy from a baby?

When the time came, if there were too many Buddhist artifacts, would they be hard to carry?

What a happy dilemma!

The ancient temple was not large.

A total of thirty people were searching here. In fact, nearly half of the space had already been searched, kicking up dust and filling the air with particulate matter.

But now that they were on Mars, no one cared whether inhaling so much dust would affect their health.

Within the ancient temple stood a stone Buddha, and Fang Yang walked directly towards it.

If he remembered correctly, there were two Buddhist artifacts near the stone Buddha.

As expected, behind the stone Buddha, after some searching, he found half of a broken Vajra Pestle.

This type of artifact held special significance in Buddhism and was also known as a Demon-Subduing Pestle, possessing the power to subdue inner demons and repel external enemies. It was a rare weapon in Buddhism.

"Damn it!"

Liu Yunzhi cursed from two meters away from Fang Yang.

His target was behind the stone Buddha. If Fang Yang hadn't intervened, this Buddhist artifact would have definitely fallen into his hands.

"This person is Ye Fan's high school classmate, not one of us. We can find a way to snatch the Vajra Pestle."

Liu Yunzhi harbored dark thoughts.

In this place where the law did not reach, who would stand up for a stranger they met by chance?

As for Ye Fan...

Would he be afraid of him?

Thinking of this old rival, Liu Yunzhi's anger intensified.

After Fang Yang obtained the Vajra Pestle, he did not continue searching for more Buddhist artifacts.

He was not greedy; as long as he had one Buddhist artifact, it would be enough to protect himself and avoid being targeted by the Divine Crocodile.

As he left the ancient temple, Ye Fan happened to walk towards him, his expression unreadable, making it impossible to tell if he had found anything.

"Thank you."

Ye Fan said tentatively.

"You're welcome."

Fang Yang replied with a smile.

"Not staying any longer?"

Ye Fan understood immediately. He realized the other party had also noticed something unusual about the tree roots but, for some reason, hadn't dug to check.

"Legend has it that beneath the Great Thunder Sound Temple, Sakyamuni suppressed eighteen demons. The eighteen levels of hell circulating in the human world originated from here."

"If one rashly moves Buddhist artifacts, who knows if it might break the seal and allow the demons in hell to see the light of day again."

Fang Yang left these words and continued towards the Ancient Bronze Coffin without stopping.

Behind him, Ye Fan's expression changed slightly.

When it came to such matters, it was better to believe than not.