After finding nothing in the Great Tibetan Temple, Bai Mei simply wandered around the Great Song Dynasty.

The pattern distribution of the virtuous world is a three-legged trend, the Great Song, the Great Yu, and the Great Xuan.

Among the three major dynasties, Da Yu was the most powerful and occupied nearly half of the land in the Xianming Realm, followed by the Great Xuan Dynasty, and the Great Song Dynasty was the weakest.

The level of martial arts in the Virtuous Realm is very low, a bit like the low-martial world in Bai Mei's previous life, and the strongest is just barely touching the level of the Foundation Building Realm.

Walking in the mountains and forests of the Tibetan Temple, the white eyebrows stepped on the mango shoes and waved a slender bamboo stick in his hand.

Step by step, I stepped through the labyrinth trap arranged by the Tibetan Temple, and came to the Ashoka Pagoda where the Tibetan Temple collects the relics of the ancestors and the secret books in the door!

Walking leisurely into the forbidden place of the holy land of Buddhism in the Great Song Dynasty, the white eyebrows' eyes shone slightly, and the various secret treasures locked in the Wang Pagoda fell into the eyes of the white eyebrows.

Boredom waving bamboo sticks, as the holy place of Buddhism in the Great Song Dynasty, the Great Tibetan Temple is quite famous in the entire virtuous world.

Everything in the Ashoka Pagoda, the forbidden place inside the gate, is also a treasure that no one covets.

But these priceless treasures in the eyes of ordinary people are no different from stones in the eyes of beings like Bai Mei.

"Buddha finger bones?" raised his eyebrows and looked at the largest stupa in front of him, and his white eyebrows chuckled.

In the Ten Thousand Worlds, the great sage-level Buddhism can only be regarded as a Buddha, and he does not dare to call it a Buddha!

The so-called Buddhas are all supreme beings that only exist in the texts of Buddhism! In the real records of the Ten Thousand Worlds, the Buddha has never been born in the Ten Thousand Worlds at all!

As if it had no substance, the palm of the hand broke through the surface of the stupa and peeked out of the inside of the stupa.

The arm retracted, and Bai Mei easily took out the so-called Buddha phalanx from the inside of the relic.

"Sure enough, it's just a golden pill's powerful finger bone. ”

After playing with the half-inch-long finger bone in his hand like a golden cast, Bai Mei smiled and prepared to put it back into the stupa. The existence of the Jindan Realm is indeed very humble in the eyes of Bai Mei, but in such a low-martial world that can be dominated by the Foundation Realm, the monks of the Jindan Realm will indeed be recognized as the Buddha descending into the world.

But just as Bai Mei's fingers touched the tip of this phalange, a rough frosted texture entered Bai Mei's palm.

"Huh?"

With a sigh, Bai Mei raised the phalange, his pupils condensed slightly, and in Bai Mei's field of vision, there was an extremely small mark engraved on the top of the phalanges.

The imprint at the tip of the phalanx is incomplete, about one-third of it.

Staring at the cuneiform symbol, the white eyebrows tilted slightly, and the fingers imitated the imprint in the air, inscribed the imprint.

Airplanes!

Before Bai Mei could draw out all the directions of the mark, a faint golden light had bloomed from Bai Mei's fingertips, and the faint golden light was like the morning sun, shining under Pudu, and all the relics in the entire Ashoka Pagoda rose with bursts of golden light, as if in response to the light of Bai Mei's fingertips.

"Interesting. ”

Looking at the golden light on his fingertips with interest, Bai Mei was sure that he didn't use a little bit of power when he was painting this strange mark, and now Bai Mei himself actually doesn't have cultivation, and his various magical powers are just relying on the favor of the Great Dao, and he has special abilities.

But the white eyebrows like mortals, when they painted the imitation imprint strokes of the gourd, their fingertips bloomed with this gentle golden light...... No, it should be said that it is more accurate to say that the Buddha light!

"A trace left by the Creator?"

After the creator refines the town boundary pillar of a world, the avenue of the world will be mixed with the will of the individual, in this case, the traces of power left by some creators, after being imitated by others, will indeed resonate with the avenue of the world.

As soon as the thought moved, Bai Mei quickly collected from the avenue of this world whether this world had been refined or not.

"It's a masterless world. And ...... this mark?"

Looking at the phalanges in his hand with some surprise, Bai Mei carefully observed the extremely small marks on it, if there was no creator in this world, then the mark on this phalanges would be a little unusual.

Just as Bai Mei was curious and studying the mysterious mark on his finger bones, a burly figure bound by chains slowly walked out from the depths of the Ashoka Tower.

The earlobe moved slightly, and Bai Mei discovered the existence of this creature from the moment he entered the Ashoka Tower, but this creature has always ignored Bai Mei's intrusion, and Bai Mei did not bother him.

Now the creature walked towards White Eyebrow, who naturally raised his head, and looked through the shadows at the being locked in Ashoka's Tower.

"Please...... Guru...... Save me from the sea of misery......"

Walking in front of Bai Mei, the figure whose hands and feet were bound by heavy iron chains knelt in front of Bai Mei with a pop, and kowtowed to Bai Mei with a bang.

Leaning down and squatting in front of the stranger, Bai Mei reached out and lifted the stranger's chin, and in his eyes was a strange face covered with silver-black scales, protruding fangs, and a vertical eye on his forehead.

"Please, Master, save me. ”

With a painful look on his face, the eccentric's fiasco eyes were full of struggle.

"Save you?"

Looking at the strange man who suddenly came to ask for help, Bai Mei nodded thoughtfully, and his fingers swiped in the void, marking the strange mark on his phalanges.

The pale golden Buddha light on his fingers emerged, and under the illumination of this light, the scales on the strange man's face immediately began to emit white smoke, and gradually faded, and at the same time, the thick hair like steel needles on the strange man's body also fell off in pieces, and in less than a few minutes, the strange man who was originally like a demon turned into a delicate-looking, angular Terran man again.

Curled up naked on the ground, the shackles that bound the man's hands and feet fell due to his reduced size.

It took several breaths before the man propped himself up from the ground.

"Thank you, Master for saving me. ”

Kneeling in front of Bai Mei with grateful, the man cried with joy as he watched his body return to normal, the seven-foot man, tears couldn't stop falling.

"Don't call me Master, who are you, why did you become like this, locked here. ”

Bai Mei was very unimpressed by the title of the man's master, and waved his hand to signal the man to explain his origin.

"Big ...... Aren't you a senior monk of the Great Tibetan Temple?"

Wiping the sweat off his eyes, the man seriously raised his head to look at Bai Mei's appearance, and then he realized that Bai Mei in front of him was not a monk at all.

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