Ten Thousand Worlds Library

"Sparing your lives, go back and report to your so-called Buddha. I, Qin Ming, are at odds with Buddhism!"

After Qin Ming said this, he was about to leave, but he heard the words of the four old bald donkeys lying on the ground.

"Hahahaha... Buddhism is so powerful that you, a human, can't imagine it. Just wait until you die. You still don't dare to kill us after all."

After Qin Mingzhe heard this, he stopped and stood on the spot, but his back was still to the four people.

Qin Ming paused because what the bald monk said reminded him.

Why should I leave them alive? Do I want them to continue to do evil in the future? Even if they no longer have magic power in their bodies, their thoughts are deeply ingrained. If they are allowed to let it go, it will be a harm to ordinary people.

An idea came to Qin Ming's mind. Anyway, there was a slightly healthier one in the shop. It would be enough to put it back to spread the news. It seemed that there was no need to keep these four guys.

As soon as Qin Ming came up with this idea, four swords appeared in front of him. Each sword was stained with strange fire. If the flames touched any object, they would burn endlessly.

But Qin Ming directly grabbed it in his hand like an ordinary object, and then threw it behind him very casually.

These swords were also endowed with inertia, spinning in the air, and fell down after a while. However, they did not fall on the ground, but stuck straight into the bodies of the four old bald donkeys, and they also made a sound.

The sound that pierced the flesh was particularly harsh in this dark and windy and quiet night.

Then Qin Ming returned to the bookstore. When he came back, he saw Liu Er holding a golden cudgel and holding a book in his arms. Opposite him were his daughter's national master and the empress, and another who was tied up.

Bald monk.

The empress looked curiously at the golden cudgel in Liu Er's hand, "Hey, are you the great disciple of the holy monk? If you don't go to the West with your master to get scriptures, why are you here to grab books from me?"

Liu Er hurriedly stepped back, with a vigilant look, and said, "I have told you many times, I am not Sun Wukong at all. My name is Liu Er, Liu Er, Liu Er is not the same as Sun Wukong.

People all the way."

The empress pointed at Liu Er again and said: "It's impossible, you are Sun Wukong. The golden hoop and the cudgel are all the same. They can't be fake."

"I won't talk to you so much. Please give me the book in your hand quickly, otherwise I won't be able to read it when the shopkeeper comes back later." The empress said anxiously. As soon as he returned to the bookstore, he wanted to take advantage of the shopkeeper.

Since I was not there, I quickly and quietly read the book for a while, but I didn’t expect that it would be snatched away by the guy in front of me.

"Don't think that I don't recognize you anymore because you have changed your appearance. Give me the book quickly." Seeing that the other party was unmoved, the empress urged again.

"He is really not Sun Wukong. I can testify to this. Although the stick in his hand is also the Dinghai Divine Needle, it is not a golden cudgel. He comes from the Dragon Palace of the West Sea."

After a pause, Qin Ming looked at the empress with a half-smile and said, "And your reading time has also come. Logically speaking, there is no need for you to stay here any longer. My bookstore is about to close. If

If you still want to come and see it, please come back tomorrow with what you need to bring."