For Your Own Safety, Stay Away from Qin Fen

Lying on the sofa and staring at his phone, Qin Fen let out a squeal like a pig being slaughtered. Little Bean immediately tucked its tail between its legs in fright, while Meow-Meow flew straight up to the ceiling light.

"Why give me something this amazing? The Tightening Hoop! That thing could bring even Sun Wukong, the Great Sage Equal to Heaven, to his knees! And the Treasure-Dropping Money is a primordial spiritual treasure! Has it just become a damn decoration I can look at but can't download?" Qin Fen beat his chest and stamped his feet. He would rather not have been given it at all. Now that he had it, he couldn't use it or afford to download it. Even with only a tenth of its power, damn, it'd definitely be scarier than the Thirty-Six Transformations.

Even Monkey, who knew the Seventy-Two Transformations, couldn't do a thing about it. Not even the three lifesaving hairs the Bodhisattva had given him had been any help.

And that was only a tenth of its power. What if it were at full strength? Qin Fen didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

While he agonized over it here, countless people on the other side were agonizing along with him. This was Qin Fen's colossal-pitfall aura: Infinite Damage Reflection.

Haitian City was utterly silent. A light rain began falling as Guanyin waved the Willow Branch, spreading faint ripples of magical power. The lesser demons' impressions of everything that had happened that day gradually faded, leaving only their gratitude and reverence for Dong Re.

Such were the powers of a Buddha. Guanyin was erasing the traces of this incident. Looking down at the quiet city, she smiled wryly. "The Patriarch's actions really are rather unfathomable. Then let this disciple clean up afterward."

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