"Can you pinch it?"

"Could it be that you have practiced the magic power of the unpredictable prophet?"

Looking at the gray-clothed monk, Fang Zheng stepped forward to follow with a question in his heart.

"Master, I want to find Master Fahai." Fang Zheng reminded again.

"I know, I'm going to see the master." The gray-clothed monk nodded.

Founder: "......"

Okay.

Hearing this, Fang Zheng didn't say anything, and followed the gray-clothed monk to continue to go deeper.

——

A moment, under the leadership of the gray-clothed monk, Fang Zheng came to a Buddhist hall.

Looking up, the four words of the Daxiong Treasure Hall are clear to the eye.

[A plaque containing the meaning of the Buddha, the material is made of golden silk nanmu, which can be removed and sold for money......]

“……”

"Donor, the master of the courtyard is among them, waiting for you." The gray-clothed monk stopped, looked back at Fang Zheng and said.

"The little monk will take his leave first." After speaking, the gray-clothed monk left directly.

Founder: "......"

"What kind of conspiracy?!"

Looking at the Daxiong Treasure Hall in front of him, Fang Zheng became vigilant in his heart.

But when he thought of Wei Chang, he had to enter.

With this in mind, Fang Zheng glanced at the open door of the palace, and then strode into the hall of the Great Hero.

The statue of the Buddha stands in the Mahavira Hall.

Each statue contains a powerful Buddha aura.

Stepping into the Daxiong Treasure Hall, a Buddha horn followed.

"Amitabha, donor, it's finally here!"

Looking away, a monk in a golden robe appeared in Fang Zheng's eyes.

He is handsome and looks the same age as him.

With a faint smile on his face, he stepped forward.

[Fahai, the reincarnated body of the dragon python, the Dharma is profound, the supernatural power is not small, favored by the Buddha's luck, the son of luck, nine points of life, you better be careful, this bald thief is powerful......]

Looking at the young monk in front of him, Fang Zheng had insight into the information, and his heart set off waves.

Groove –

The origin is so hanging?!

The reincarnation of the dragon python, the son of luck......

"Shhhh

Fang Zheng gasped in his heart, and the vigilance index exploded instantly.

"I've seen the mage below!"

Coming back to his senses, Fang Zheng tried to calm down and salute with one hand.

The golden wheel of humanity turns, and the spirit is vigilant!

The Fahai in front of him has already become the realm of the six-grade refining god, and the cultivation of the primordial god is still the peak, so he naturally will not underestimate it.

"Hehe, the donor is polite!" Fahai stepped forward and smiled kindly.

"Before coming down, there is something to ask for, I don't know if the master can agree?" Fang Zheng didn't want to be verbose, so he went straight to the point.

"But it's for the Demon Dao Demon Wei Chang?" Fahai looked at him and said with a smile.

"Yes." Fang Zheng nodded.

"That demon Wei Chang has done a lot of evil, and the poor monk has suppressed him in the Leifeng Tower." Fahai said lightly.

"This official is ordered to capture the demon Nabi and go back to his life, hoping that the master will give him a face and let him take the demon away and dispose of it." Fang Zheng said.

"Donor, sit down first." Fahai waved his hand and motioned to sit down, Fang Zheng sat on the Buddha chair next to him, looking at Fahai.

"This is a cup of Buddha tea, please drink it from the donor!"

Fahai waved his hand again, and a steaming cup of hot tea appeared out of thin air and automatically landed on the table on the left side of the square.

"What does this bald donkey want to do?"

Fang Zheng was puzzled, looking at the Buddha tea in his hand, and the font appeared in his eyes.

[A cup of spiritual tea containing the aura of Buddhism has the function of nourishing the body and nourishing the original spirit. 】

"No problem."

At a glance, Fangzheng is even stranger.

"What? The donor is afraid that the poor monk will poison the tea? Seeing that Fang Zheng did not move, Fahai smiled and said.

"The master is serious." Fang Zheng answered, then took the cup, blew a breath of hot air, and drank it all.

Lingcha cannot be wasted.

It's okay to be a little hot.

The body heat is surging, and the golden wheel of humanity is also slightly turbulent, and it will soon return to normal.

"Please drink again!"

Fahai smiled, waved his hand again, and the second cup of Buddha tea appeared.

Founder: "......"

"Master, I hope ......"

"Please drink and talk again." Fahai interrupted.

Founder: "......"

Okay, drink it.

Picking up the teacup, Fang Zheng drank it all again.

The second tremor of the humane golden wheel trembled, and the primordial spirit was slightly raised.

"Big ......"

"Please take a third cup of tea, please!"

Founder: "......"

——

"Master, the tea has been drunk, can we talk about business?" Put down the teacup and open your mouth squarely.

Three cups of spiritual tea are in the stomach, and the mana and the original spirit have been slightly improved.

Fahai smiled and nodded, "Of course you can."

"Did the master agree?" Fang Zheng stood up and looked at Fahai.

"You can agree, but the poor monk has one condition, if the donor agrees, the poor monk can be released."

Fahai nodded and looked at Fang Zheng and said.

？

Hearing this, Fang Zheng looked at Fahai.

What does he want to do?

"I don't know what the master's conditions are?" Fang Zheng lowered his head and pondered for a while, then looked at Fahai and asked.

"I want a donor......

？

"Fight the Poor Monk!"

Founder: "......"

"What did the master say?"

Looking at Fahai, Fang Zheng was stunned for a moment.

Fight him?!

Are you sure?

Aren't you bullying honest people?

"Fight with the poor monk, and then the poor monk will be released!"

Fahai spoke again, looking at him with a smile.

“……”

"The master's Dharma is profound, and his supernatural powers are immeasurable, so I'm afraid I'm not the master's opponent."

Fang Zheng looked at Fa Haidao.

Seven products fight six products.

Mid-term vs. Peak!

Although Fang Zheng cultivated the Spear of Hell, he was not at all sure that he would be able to do Fahai.

This Nima gap is too big!

He can still give it a try at the beginning of the sixth grade, the peak, how can this be beaten?

Masochistic!

"Then I'm sorry, the poor monk can't let people go!" Fahai flicked his sleeves, and his expression instantly turned cold.

Founder: "......"

Taishang True Immortal, who kind of people did he meet, this is ......

A Taishang Sect Xu Ze, a Baili Qingfeng, and another Fahai, all of them are battle madmen!

Isn't he really a Heavenly Dao alien body, attracting bees and butterflies?

Fang Zheng's face sank, and he looked at Fahai: "Master, I came here by order, I hope the master will give face."

"Except for World War I, the poor monk will not let go." Fahai is still cold.

Founder: "......"

This bald donkey!

Fangzheng is shaking and cold!

"Master, I am the ...... of the Heavenly Supervisor"

"The poor monk and the superintendent are close friends, and they are also valued by the Emperor of the Apocalypse." Before Fang Zheng finished speaking, Fahai spoke directly.

Founder: "......"

The threat is not counterproductive.

Fang Zheng's heart choked.

Nima, this monk's background is too much!

What kind of sin did I make, and why did I choose such a bullshit mission......

Fang Zheng's face kept changing, and at this moment, he couldn't help but scold his mother.

can't beat it, and the identity can't be suppressed......

Aggrieved!

It's so aggrieved!

"Master, can you change the conditions?" Fang Zheng said helplessly.

"Yes." Fahai nodded.

Fang Zheng's eyes suddenly lit up and looked at him, "Master, please say, if you can agree, I will definitely agree." ”

"Fade from the official position, shave your hair and become a monk, enter my authentic Buddhism, and become a disciple of a poor monk." Fahai opened his mouth, and word by word fell on Fang Zheng's ear.

“……”

What the hell am I ......

Listening to this condition, Fangzheng's blood is surging!

A face that keeps changing.

Made, Lao Tzu doesn't do it!

A thought came to mind, and Fang Zheng wanted to leave.

But in the end, he still failed to take a step.

The power of Qilin's true blood is about to run out, and he must accumulate resources to do so.

Catch one Wei Chang, that's three thousand meritorious deeds!

Even if you die, there are more than a thousand meritorious deeds!

Compared to the fox demon, it's not too much.

"Okay, I'll fight!"

Fang Zheng pondered for a long time, and finally nodded.

"Good." Fahai smiled.

"But the master wants to sign the legal deed!"

Fang Zheng looked up and looked at Fa Haidao.

The last time he witnessed Jin Chi's move, Fahai wanted to come to a counter-water, then he would lose a lot.

“…… Okay, the poor monk agreed. Fahai nodded.