My Wife Is a Transmigrated Master Cultivator

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

So, she also has a true fan now?

While Lu Zijia was making up his mind, the young Taoist said provocatively, "I think you are afraid of being exposed to the trick, so you dare not agree to the competition, right?

I have seen people like you swindlers a lot, and it is because of swindlers like you that a truly virtuous person like my master suffers humiliation.

If you know each other, then hurry up and apologize to my master, then get out of Lingde Street, and you must not step in here in the future, or I will hit you once I see you! "

The young Taoist did not look like a Taoist, but rather like a street bully.

It's just that the people who came to watch the play were all attracted by the "competition", and didn't pay much attention to the bully virtue of the young Taoist priest.

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

His benefactor was so bullied, no matter how good-tempered the driver was, he couldn't help rolling up his sleeves and wanted to start a fight.

However, just as he took a step, Lu Zijia's pale and slender hand clasped his shoulders.

The uncle driver, who found himself standing still, turned his head sharply to look at the person holding his shoulders.

"Big, Master?"

Finding that the person holding him firmly on his shoulders was actually Lu Zijiashi, the driver's uncle's honest face was full of shock.

The master looks so thin, he can lift it with one hand, but he did not expect the master to be so strong.

No matter what he said, he was a middle-aged man with a big waist and a round waist. The master only used one hand to firmly hold his shoulders, preventing him from going any further.

The driver's uncle swallowed hard, and couldn't help sighing in his heart: Master is indeed a living fairy, but he is different from ordinary people like them!

Lu Zijia withdrew his hand and smiled nonchalantly, "It's fine, since this fellow Taoist wants to compete, then it's better to compete. Anyway, I'm free now if I'm idle."

As she said that, her eyes gradually fell on the string of beads held in Master De Dao's hand.

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

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

Ordinary people may not be able to see anything in this string of beads, but Lu Zijia could see that one of the beads was glowing with a faint golden light.

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

Something with 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 said something half-joking, Master De Dao's expression changed immediately, and Lu Zijia's eyes became extremely sharp in an instant.

"You liar is too loud, and you want the Buddha beads that my master values ​​most when you open your mouth!"

The young Taoist scolded with righteous indignation.

Having been with Master De Dao for a long time, the young Taoist naturally knew that the string of beads in his master's hand was a good thing.

In fact, he himself has been envious of this string of Buddha beads for a long time, but the master regards this string as the lifeblood, so that he has not been able to touch it for so many years.

Lu Zijia ignored the clamor of the young Taoist priest, and looked at Master De Dao with a half-smiling smile.