Wu Family Sword Spirit

Chapter 235 Thousand-Handed Buddha
Xue Xiaoqi glanced at me and immediately understood my intention. He immediately took the 1 yuan from the boss, withdrew part of it, about four to five thousand, and immediately paid back the remaining money. He gave it to him and said solemnly: "Brother, you are also a kind-hearted person. Let's do this. I will accept this money from you and treat it as if I borrowed it from you. When we have the money, we will definitely pay it back. What do you think?"

The restaurant owner quickly excused himself and said: "Okay, you all take this money. I still feel shabby at this point. The miracle doctor has cured my chronic illness for many years. I don't know how to thank you properly. Take it all." Just think of it as my thoughts."

Even so, Xue Xiaoqi didn't take all the money, but still returned the rest to him. I know their family's rules. They never charge more for medical treatment, as long as they make a little profit, I have seen this before, and I am absolutely innocent.

Although the boss was not very happy, he couldn't help but Xue Xiaoqi refused to accept it, and finally agreed.

Xue Xiaoqi and I were about to say goodbye to the hotel owner. Suddenly I remembered something and turned around and asked: "Brother, you have been doing business near this bus station all year round. You should be familiar with the situation around here. Can you give us a clear path and tell us who stole this money?"

As soon as I asked about this matter, the boss's face immediately turned a bit unsightly. He hesitated for a while and said, "I tell you two brothers, you should just treat this money as feeding dogs. I'm sure it's money you can't find." You can’t get it back, and you can’t afford to offend those thieves.”

My brows immediately furrowed. The boss obviously meant something, so I immediately asked reluctantly: "Brother, can you please explain a little more clearly why they are so difficult to mess with?"

The old man said: "These thieves who steal at the bus station are a gang. They often steal passing passengers. Even if they are discovered, they are not afraid. As long as you dare to catch them, they will dare to show their knives to you, so , I said you can’t afford to offend me, just treat it as a dumb loss..."

"Then why don't the stolen people report the crime? Isn't there no law in broad daylight?" Xue Xiaoqi said indignantly.

"Why didn't anyone report the crime? But these people are very cunning. When they see the police coming, they run faster than a rabbit. Besides, these petty thieves are not serious crimes. If they are caught, they will be locked up for a while and they will be in jail soon. They were released, and they continued to steal. Even if someone was caught, someone would still commit the crime. I heard that there is a boss of these thieves' gangs, nicknamed Thousand-Armed Buddha. As long as he is targeted, he will There is nothing that cannot be stolen, and this Thousand-Armed Buddha is also a master practitioner with real skills. How can ordinary people dare to provoke such a person..."

"Thousand-Armed Buddha!?"

What the hell is this? I've heard of Thousand-Armed Guanyin, and this is the first time I've heard of someone called Thousand-Armed Buddha. This nickname is really interesting.

Seemingly seeing our doubts, the boss continued: "Maybe you still don't believe it, but this Thousand-Armed Buddha is really powerful. Everyone knows that this guy is the boss of those thieves, but this Thousand-Armed Buddha has never been caught. I've been here, but no one has seen him steal anything. Are you saying that his methods are powerful?"

The more the boss said, the more mysterious he became. The Thousand-Handed Avalokitesvara he was talking about has become the hero of Lingshan—it’s time to move on the drum, not to mention, I really want to meet him for such a character, and he will steal mine. Let’s talk about it after the money is returned.

After listening to the boss's advice, Xue Xiaoqi and I said goodbye and slipped out of the back door, because there were still many people blocking the front door, waiting for Xue Xiaoqi to see a doctor.

Miracle doctors who don't need money are rare in the world.

After slipping out of the back door, Xue Xiaoqi and I went around to a small alley near the bus station.

Xue Xiaoqi looked at me and said with a smile: "Xiaojiu, what do you think we should do about this?"

"What else can we do? It's not good to steal anyone's things, but if they steal from both of us, then they will be unlucky, or we will ask the Thousand-Armed Guanyin to get our things back?" I suggested.

Xue Xiaoqi rolled his eyes at me, shook his head and said, "You have a really bad memory. They are called Thousand-Armed Buddha, not Thousand-Armed Guanyin."

"I don't care if he is Buddha or Guanyin, if he steals my things, I will break off his fingers. I am not done with them." I said angrily.

"It's true that heroes think alike, and that's exactly what I meant." Xue Xiaoqi touched his smooth chin and smiled at me. Not to mention the evil smile, it felt quite similar to me. .

Now that the discussion was settled, there was nothing else to say. The two of us walked straight out of the alley and walked towards the bus station.

As soon as we were halfway along the road, Xue Xiaoqi reminded me: "By the way, Xiaojiu, look at the magic weapons you are carrying. They are all passed down from your family's ancestors. If one is missing, your grandfather is probably very special." Don't spank your butt..."

Xue Xiaoqi's words shocked me into a cold sweat. Yes, I never thought about it. It doesn't matter if the money is missing. The magic weapon is the lifeblood of our old Wu family, and nothing can be missing.

I quickly took off my backpack and started to look at the things inside, including the Copper Coin Sword, the Corpse Ruler, the Qingshan Emperor Bell... I wiped it, and it seemed that the corpse mirror was missing!

In order to confirm that the thing was indeed missing, I looked through it carefully again and found that the corpse mirror was indeed gone. For a moment, a rush of blood rushed to my forehead.

I am not only angry, but also a little scared. These magic weapons have been passed down from generation to generation in our family, and there is no shortage of any of them. If they were lost in my hands, I would be really embarrassed to see my ancestors.

Let alone my ancestors, I can’t even pass the old man’s test.

I took a deep breath, making my whole body tremble with anger.

Xue Xiaoqi saw that my expression was wrong and asked me quickly: "What is missing?"

"The autopsy mirror... my grandfather gave it to me. Now I'm in big trouble. It seems I won't dare to see my old man again unless I get it back." I said with some fear.

Xue Xiaoqi took the package from my hand, looked it up and down, and finally found a gap under the package, which was seven or eight centimeters long, as if it had been cut by some sharp blade.

Looking at the hole, Xue Xiaoqi said with a sullen face: "It seems that the thief who can steal from us must be the Thousand-Handed Buddha. If you don't go this time, you have to go. You don't need the money, but you can get the treasure." Take it back, this thief really has a good eye, the corpse mirror is an ancient relic, and it can be worth a lot of money if it is sold as a cultural relic."

"Let's go! Go and settle the score with him. Let me catch him and see if I don't break off his fingers one by one!" I put the package on my back and plunged into the bus station with one head.
　One wave after another, Xiao Jiuyin encountered another change when he arrived at Qingshan~Okay, please vote~
　　
　
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