In the crowd, Qingyuan was currently wrestling with a bald monk.

It was obvious that both of them were angry and had already used methods such as pulling hair, poking eyes, and pinching toes without any scruples.

It was obvious that my uncle-master was no match for the opponent. Not only did he have many bruises and scars on his face, but he also had several bald spots without any warning.

This appearance is like alopecia areata, which is particularly eye-catching.

"You shameless old bald man, not only did you let your 'ghost monkey' steal my things, but you also let it shave my head."

"Damn it, you dare to come here and taunt me? If I don't beat you to death today, I will write my name Qingyuan upside down!"

The next moment, Yaoyao heard Master's roar like a Hedong Lion. The sound was so powerful that it lingered in the spacious main hall.

"Can you blame me for this? I didn't mean to steal your things. I just asked it to take some pictures for me!"

"You are the one who raised your hand like a cannon, throwing spells without paying. It is a beast, of course it has a vicious nature!"

Before he could finish his words, the monk Hua, who was fighting with him, immediately retorted in dissatisfaction.

Since there was no cause and effect, the onlookers couldn't understand anything at all, but that didn't affect their enjoyment of the show.

Seeing the scene becoming more and more chaotic and his uncle being almost beaten, Yaoyao's brows instantly frowned.

She squeezed out of the crowd without hesitation, and then, under everyone's gaze, she grabbed the monk who was fighting vigorously by the collar...

"Hey, hey, hey, who are you, you little thief who attacked me? Let me go... let me go quickly."

The Flower Monk was originally full of dissatisfaction and was determined to challenge the shabby old Taoist priest in front of him. However, before he could exert his full strength, he felt a strong force from his back.

The suffocating feeling at his collar instantly made his face flush. He practiced the Tantric method of Buddhism and had an exceptionally strong body.

He usually beats others, but the first time he was choked by someone, his resolute face instantly turned red...

"Don't bully my uncle, or I'll beat you to death!"

Yaoyao turned a deaf ear, clenched his fists, and threatened in a baby voice.

The old Taoist priest had taught her that one should help one's own people, and no matter what the monk's reasons were, it was wrong to go and beat people up.

The piece of stone refined by the other party was very large, but for Yaoyao, it was just a little difficult to lift. However, with the support of spiritual power, it was not difficult at all.

"Hahahahahaha, you old bald donkey, you didn't expect that I am no longer the same as I used to be. I have a strong backer behind me!"

"Yaoyao, you helped uncle to hold it tightly. I, uncle, must vent my anger today."

After Qingyuan was freed from the restraints, he instantly perked up and jumped up from the ground.

Then he rolled up his sleeves, spat into his palms twice, and then without hesitation, he attacked the monk's face left and right.

Snap...Snap...Snap

For a moment, crisp applause echoed in the main hall. This sudden reversal made everyone's eyes twitch.

Of course they recognized at a glance that this little kid was Yaoyao. After all, most of the people who came here came from the live broadcast room.

"As expected of a master, he can lift such a big thing!"

"Although it is said that you should not hit someone in the face, this monk completely asked for it. After all, you should not hit someone in the face. He hit people in the face quite a lot just now."

The onlookers were talking to each other.

Soon, Qingyuan stopped. It wasn't because his anger had subsided, but because the damn monk's skin was too thick and his palms were numb from the beating.

On the other hand, the other person was so thick-skinned that there was not a single red mark. His eyes were just wide open with shame and anger, but he didn't dare to curse.

Because he felt the terrifying aura behind him. This pressure was like being stared at by a tiger, which was really creepy.

"Humph, I'll teach you a lesson this time. If you dare to do it again next time, don't blame me for being rude."

Qingyuan stiffened his neck, and even though his hands were shaking badly, he still had an attitude of not losing the battle.

Upon seeing this, Yaoyao cooperated and released his spiritual palm that was grabbing the bald monk. After the bald monk landed on the ground, he took several breaths.

After he came to his senses, he picked up the Zen stick at his feet without even turning his head, and rushed out of the hall.

He was afraid that Qingyuan, the old scoundrel, would go back on his word. After all, how could he know that this bastard actually had a backer and was deliberately hiding it?

I almost got myself killed by the explosion. If I stayed any longer, I would have gotten slapped in the face.

"Okay, the fun is over, let's all go..."

Qingyuan nodded in satisfaction at his beloved nephew. Then he turned around and saw a large number of believers watching.

His old face suddenly turned dark and he quickly waved his hand to dispel the anger.

But because the amplitude was too large, it involved the facial muscles and the whole person was in so much pain that he was grimacing.

Everyone also knew that they had to avoid suspicion at this moment and give the master's uncle some face.

If you offend him too much, it will be difficult to ask for the talisman in the future. After all, although this temple master is not powerful enough, he has strong connections!

This is the principle that we should not look at the monk's face but at the Buddha's face.

After a while, Yaoyao happily followed his uncle master to the backyard. Seeing his uncle master's miserable face, Yaoyao paused.

She took small steps onto the chair, quickly boiled some talisman water, handed it to her uncle-master, and spoke in a baby voice.

"Uncle Master, drink this water and the pain will go away!"

This is a talisman for promoting blood circulation and removing blood stasis. My uncle was beaten badly just now and has a lot of bruises on his body. It will take some time to heal.

However, that is the method used by ordinary people. Yaoyao certainly has a small shortcut to take.

Qingyuan was still worried about how to deal with the wound on his face. After all, he was now the acting abbot, and his current appearance was really damaging to his image!

I didn't expect that my nephew was so thoughtful. This hot pack really warms my heart.

"It has to be our Xiaoyao!" He was overjoyed and drank the magic water without hesitation.

Immediately afterwards, a stream of warm heat surged from the abdomen and then quickly spread to every part of the body.

The originally swollen and painful wound seemed to be injected with ice spring water, and the pain disappeared completely in an instant.

In just a short while, the wound that had previously caused pain when moving was instantly healed.

Qingyuan moved around and found that he felt better than before he was beaten. His old face instantly turned into a ball of smile.

"Hehe, this time Master Uncle asked you to come back, not just to run errands and deliver talismans, but to give you a wonderful treasure."

"That old bald donkey has a calm personality. He didn't hesitate to do such a sneaky thing this time. It's all because of him."

He became more and more excited as he spoke, and he didn't keep Yaoyao guessing. Instead, he led her directly to the closet deep in the bedroom.

Then he slowly opened the cabinet door.

The next moment, what came into view was an egg as bright as gold!