In Guiyang City, it is still a prosperous scene in the world. The night wind moves the bamboo shadow, and the noise sends the streamer.

After a burst of light and shadow, Zhang Fang appeared in the gossip teleportation array in the middle hall of Fuyang Temple, and the first thing he saw was the bright light, and then looked around, the figures were three or three, two by two, there were NPCs who burned incense and prayed, and players with different purposes.

Zhang Fang frowned slightly, he thought that the location of this Fuyang Temple was remote, and there were not many players, so it was convenient to meet with the players who held the Fanjing Illusion Smoke, but there were not as few players here as he imagined, and it was a bit troublesome to identify.

However, this little thing is not difficult for Zhang, he thought about it for a while, and directly came up with a simple and crude method, took out a brocade robe, and draped it on his body.

The brocade robe needs the level of Buddhism to be equipped, and it basically excludes other factions except the Buddhist family, but this can't stop Zhang Fang from wearing the robe, but if you do this, the robe will become a pure ornament and will not play the slightest role, but if he hangs up, the robe will explode, and it may be directly damaged in the battle.

The brocade robe is draped over the green dragon sea suit, and the style is nondescript, but the robe is not only inlaid with various colored gemstones, but also can emit colorful treasure light, which can really attract attention.

Most of the NPCs glanced at Zhang Fang, exclaimed a few times and stopped paying attention, and the players despised the nouveau riche at most, and then turned their attention, and no one stepped forward to trade with Zhang Fang.

Zhang Fang turned a blind eye to the disdainful eyes of the players, because his ID was mostly hidden, just like a knight hiding behind the screen, thinking that he would be much braver if he didn't have to worry about being exposed.

After a while, Zhang Fang confirmed that the player holding the Fanjing Phantom Xia Smoke was not in Fuyang Temple, perhaps because the time had not come, he came early, so he could only wait patiently for a while.

Speaking of which, Zhang Fang chose Fuyangguan as the joint location, not only because Fuyangguan is remote, but also because this Fuyangguan is the first place he left a deep memory after stepping out of the novice village.

Zhang put his shoulders and robes, browsing and watching along the courtyard of Fuyang Temple, not at all worried about being afraid of the stingy Fuyang Guan Lord, now he Zhang's wrist is also very thick, but his eyes do not leave the teleportation array, observing every player who comes out of the teleportation array, especially the disciples of Buddhism.

But the fact is that Zhang Fang was wrong, and the player who held the Fanjing Illusory Smoke did not teleport over.

"Donor, this way."

Zhang Fang waited for about half an hour, remembering almost every structure of this small Fuyang Temple, and there was a nameless fire in his heart, when he suddenly heard a voice from the direction of the main gate, and looked back, but it was a handsome monk, waving at him.

Facing this monk, Zhang Xinxin felt a sense of shock, and this shock came from the monk's appearance.

Most of the so-called handsome men and beauties in the world are exposed when they leave a specific shape, and there are even fewer who can give people a sense of handsomeness with a bald head.

This monk's ID is not hidden, his name is Xinming, level 30, just by looking at the ID, you can know that he is a disciple of Buddhism.

Xin Ming smiled warmly, walked over, and at the same time had a thumb-sized brown pottery bottle in his hand, the pottery bottle contained the Fanjing Illusory Smoke, the pottery bottle itself was still a second-order magic weapon, called Sumeru purple sand bottle, which had no other use, but could hold up to eight thousand units of material.

The two showed each other the illustrated book of the items, and after confirming that it was correct, Xinming handed the Sumeru purple sand bottle to Zhang Fang, "Donor, you don't need to look for a container, this bottle will be given to you." ”

When Zhang Fang heard this, his unhappiness about Xinming's late arrival immediately came to naught, and he unceremoniously reached out to take the Sumeru purple sand bottle, and said insincerely, "How embarrassing is this." ”

Xinming clasped his hands together and smiled apologetically, "Xinming is late, and he should apologize for delaying the donor's time." ”

Zhang Fang waved his hand generously, "This is all a trivial matter," and then handed over the brocade robe, and then said with a smile, "Dude, you play a game, how can you make it like a real monk, it's too deep into the play." ”

Hearing this, Xin Ming whispered a Buddha name, "I am a Buddhist in reality. ”

Zhang Fang suddenly, it turned out to be a real monk, and it was really much stronger than those fake bald donkeys in the Wujiang Alliance, and the Propaganda Department of the Wujiang Alliance, headed by the disciples of the Beilu Zen Temple, gave him a lot of stumbling blocks, plus a few days ago, he and the patrol team of the Beilu Zen Temple were in the Qingshui River, which made him very resentful of the Buddhist disciples.

Of course, what Xinming shows is the demeanor of a real Buddhist disciple, although he can't make Zhang Anxin and convincing, but he is also very daring.

"It turned out to be a real monk, do you also play games?"

Xinming smiled, "No matter who you are, you have to learn to keep up with the times." ”

Zhang Fang nodded, "Then goodbye, Master." ”

After the transaction was completed, Zhang Fang wanted to add a friend, but after thinking about it, he should not be able to talk to a person with religious beliefs like Xinming, so he said goodbye directly.

Xinming showed an unspeakable expression, and hesitated, "The donor can grab Tang Sanzang's robe in the Illusory Spirit Illusion Realm, he should be a master, I don't know if he is willing to help with a task." ”

Zhang Fang was stunned, "What task?" ”

Xinming explained, "A beautiful python appeared in the north of Guiyang a few days ago, and the donor has heard of it. ”

Zhang Fang showed a look of surprise, and then nodded, he had not only heard of it, he had suffered a big loss under the hands of that beast, and he swore to retaliate at that time, but the war in Guiyang City broke out, and the Wujiang Alliance forbade its members to carry out large-scale activities in Guiyang City, so as not to get involved, he was the leader at all, and he couldn't take the lead in violating the organization's decision, so he had to give up.

There is such a coincidence in this world.

Xinming continued, "It is that beautiful python, which has been refreshed for several days, because the situation around Guiyang City is turbulent, no one cares about it, and it has taken the opportunity to survive to this day, and the poor monk wants to save it, I don't know if the donor is willing to help." ”

Zhang Fang frowned slightly, "Just the two of us?" I can't beat it. ”

Xinming said sincerely, "The reason why I am in a hurry to reduce it is because I have just received a task in the division, and I know that this beautiful python catastrophe is coming, and I can take the opportunity to reduce it." ”

It turns out that a world demon beast like the Beauty Python, once it appears in one place, will continue to cultivate, and if no one gets rid of it, its strength will increase rapidly.

In the north of Guiyang City, the beauty python next to the Junzi Pavilion has been growing, when Zhang Fang saw it, it was already a thirty-five-level boss monster, and now it is doing things in Guiyang with the Netherworld Blood River Car, no one pays attention to it, and it has been promoted to level forty, and it is about to face the first small catastrophe.

In fact, this is also the limit set by the system, and the strength of the beauty python cannot be increased forever, no matter what, this little catastrophe will definitely make it disappear.

And Xinming received the task of transforming this beautiful python, and he couldn't let it be killed by the catastrophe.

Although Zhang Fang accepted a Sumeru purple sand bottle from Xinming, he was not going to fight with a forty-level boss monster for this second-order magic weapon.

Xinming seemed to see what Zhang was thinking, and continued, "My task is to transform the beauty python, and after the degree, this beauty python will turn into a Dharma protector Buddhist soldier, and when the time comes, this beauty python will be given to the donor." ”

Zhang Fang didn't know what this Dharma Protector Buddha Soldier was, but it should be roughly similar to the summoning of the Furong King and the like, but the beauty python was more powerful than the God General summoned by the Furong King.

"What Master Xinming said, I hit it off with the master at first sight, so leave this kind of thing to me in the future."

Xinming's handsome face showed a look of joy, "In that case, thank you to the donor." ”