Regarding the driver's uncle's desperate maintenance, Lu Zijia suddenly thought of the word 'true love fan' in his mind.

So, she is also a true fan now?

When Lu Zijia was out of tune, the young Taoist priest spoke provocatively, "I think you don't dare to agree to the competition because you are afraid of being exposed, right?"

I have seen a lot of charlatans like you, and it is precisely because of charlatans like you that I will be humiliated by a real virtuous and Taoist person like my master.

If you know each other, quickly kowtow to my master and apologize, and then get out of Lingde Street, and you must not set foot here in the future, otherwise I will beat you once I see you!"

The young Taoist priest looked like a ruthless monk, but like a market bully.

It's just that the people who gathered around to watch the play were all attracted by the 'competition', and they didn't pay much attention to the bullying virtues of the young Taoist.

"Come on, just fight, I'm afraid you won't succeed!"

His benefactor was bullied like this, and no matter how good the driver's temper was, he couldn't help but roll up his sleeves and want to start fighting.

It's just that he had just taken a step when he was clasped by Lu Zijia's fair and slender hand.

The driver's uncle, who found himself standing still, suddenly turned his head to look at the person who was holding his shoulder.

"Great, master?"

When he found that the person who was holding him firmly and holding his shoulder was Lu Zijia, the driver's uncle's honest face was full of shock.

The master looked so thin, he could lift it with one hand, but he didn't expect the master to be so strong.

He was a middle-aged man with a fat waist and a round waist, and the master just used one hand to firmly clasp his shoulders, so that he could not take a step forward.

The driver's uncle swallowed his saliva with difficulty, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart: The master is worthy of being a living immortal, but he is different from ordinary people like them!

Lu Zijia withdrew his hand and smiled indifferently, "It's okay, since this fellow Daoist wants to compete, then it's better to compete, anyway, I'm idle now." ”

As she spoke, her gaze gradually fell on the string of Buddhist beads held in the hand of Master Dedao.

The smile on his face became brighter and brighter, "However, since it's a competition, there should be a lottery, right?"

I think this string of Buddhist beads is good, if I win, how about Taoist friends give me this string of Buddhist beads as a gift?"

Ordinary people may not be able to see anything in this string of Buddhist beads, but Lu Zijia can see that in that string of Buddhist beads, there is a bead with a faint golden light.

The faint golden light is the golden light of merit, and the beads should have been worn by people with great merit before.

Something that has the golden light of merit can be regarded as a small magic weapon, which can be used as a small disaster.

As soon as Lu Zijia heard the half-joking words, Master Dedao's face immediately changed, and looking at Lu Zijia's gaze, it became extremely sharp in an instant.

"You liar's tone is inevitably too big, and you even open your mouth to want the Buddha beads that my master values the most!"

The young Taoist priest rebuked with righteous indignation.

After following Master Dedao for a long time, the young Taoist priest naturally knew that the string of Buddhist beads in his master's hand was a good thing.

In fact, he himself has been coveting this string of Buddhist beads for a long time, but the master regards this string as the root of his life, and he has not been able to touch it for so many years.

Lu Zijia ignored the shouting of the young Taoist priest, but looked at the master of virtue with a smile.