Chapter 64

Lu Zijia's mind suddenly came up with the word "true love powder" for the driver's uncle's determined maintenance.

So, she is also a person with true love powder now?

When Lu Zijia was making up his mind, the young Taoist provocatively opened his mouth, "I think you dare not agree to the competition because you are afraid of being exposed?

I've seen a lot of people like you, charlatans. It's because of you that my master, a real moral expert, will be humiliated.

If you know the truth, kowtow to my master and apologize, and then get out of Lingde street. You can't step here in the future, or I'll hit you once I see you! "

The young Taoist is not like a Taoist, but like a street bully.

It's just that the people gathered around to watch the play were attracted by the "competition" and didn't pay much attention to the bully virtues of the young Taoist priest.

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

His benefactor was so humiliated that no matter how good his temper was, the driver couldn't help but roll up his sleeves and want to start fighting.

However, as soon as he took a step, he was clasped by Lu Zijia's shoulder with a white and slender hand.

The driver uncle, who found himself standing still, suddenly turned his head and looked at the man who clasped his shoulder.

"Master, master?"

When Lu Zijia was found to be the one holding him firmly on his shoulder, a look of shock appeared on the driver's uncle's simple and honest face.

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

He was a fat, middle-aged man with a round waist. The master firmly clasped his shoulder with only one hand, making him unable to move forward.

The driver's uncle swallowed hard, and he couldn't help sighing: the master is worthy of being a living immortal, just different from them!

Lu Zijia took back his hand and smiled casually. "It's all right. Since this Taoist friend wants to compete, it's better to compete. Anyway, I'm idle now."

As she spoke, her eyes gradually fell on the string of Buddha beads held by master de Dao.

The smile on his face became more and more brilliant, "but since it's a competition, should there be a colorful head?

I think Taoist friends have a good string of Buddha beads. If I win, Taoist friends will give me this string of Buddha beads as a gift. "

Ordinary people may not see anything about this string of Buddha beads, but Lu Zijia can see that there is a bead with a faint golden light in the string of Buddha beads.

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

The thing with the golden light of merit can be regarded as a small magic weapon, which can be used as a small disaster.

Lu Zijia's face changed as soon as he heard the half joking words. Looking at Lu Zijia's eyes, it became extremely sharp in an instant.

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

The young Taoist angrily denounced.

After staying with master de Dao for a long time, the young Taoist naturally knows that the string of Buddha beads in his master's hand is a good thing.

In fact, he himself has been greedy for this string of Buddha beads for a long time, but master regarded it as a lifeline. He was stunned that he couldn't touch it for so many years.

Lu Zijia ignored the clamor of the young Taoist priest, but looked at master de Dao with a smile.