The location of the Beijing Post Station is in the downtown area, surrounded by pedestrians and a lot of traffic.

Chen Meng looked at the second child's point.

In the crowd, a bald-headed monk was standing in place.

He buried his head in his feet.

The ground twisted, and a large, abrupt hand was grappling the monk's ankle, stopping him from advancing.

"Er, what's going on?"

Chen Meng looked at the crowd flowing around him, and his head was a little big for a while.

Originally, on this trip, his plan was to keep a low profile, try to pretend to be an NPC, and have less to do with players.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he arrived in the capital, the third child went wrong.

The second master frowned and replied:

"That monk seems to be an acquaintance of the third child. He called out to others on the street, but they didn't want him, so he went up with the art of retreat. ”

Acquaintance?

Chen Meng looked at the monk.

It turned out that the person was none other than the senior disciple of the Shaolin Temple, the bald monk.

Chen Meng hurriedly covered his face with a hat, walked quickly in front of the holy monk, and said in a low voice:

"Holy monk! What are you doing here? ”

The bald holy monk's leg was grabbed by a big hand under the ground, and at this time, he hurriedly carried out the Vajra Immortal Divine Skill, and his whole body was golden.

He turned his head to see Chen Meng, as if he had seen a savior, and shouted excitedly:

"The owner of the village! Help me! Haunted! ”

Hearing this shout, the pedestrians around him turned sideways.

Chen Meng didn't want to attract attention, so he hurriedly covered his mouth and said in a low voice:

"Don't panic, let's go to a place where no one is around."

After saying this, he turned to the third child underground:

"Third child, don't make a fuss, let go. Follow us underground, don't come out yet. ”

So the three people on the ground and one person on the ground walked together into an alley on the corner of the street, and got out of everyone's attention.

"Owner, what's going on?"

Although the holy monk temporarily relieved the crisis, he was still in shock, and his speech was a little uneasy.

Chen Meng didn't know how to explain to him, so he simply stomped his feet and called the third child out.

"Third child, come out."

As soon as he finished speaking, a gust of wind blew in the alley.

The holy monk saw a strong man rising out of the ground.

"It's ...... The three masters of your Raptors Village? ”

He was dumbfounded.

Wasn't this third child still a reckless man before? Why did you become a youkai now?

The third master teased the holy monk like this, and he was in a good mood at this time, so he laughed and said:

"Hey, hey. You kid, I just called you on the street, why didn't you answer me? ”

After training the dog that day, the third child seemed to have a good impression of this holy monk, and reluctantly regarded him as half a friend.

The holy monk still treats him as a boss.

Hearing this, the holy monk explained:

"It turns out that you are the one who called people 'bald' on the street! There are so many bald people in this capital, how do I know that your name is me? ”

Shaolin is a popular sect, and there are naturally many bald people in the player base.

After listening to his explanation, the third child felt that there seemed to be three points of truth, scratched his head, and smiled apologetically.

The holy monk didn't bother with the question of why the three masters would escape from the ground, but just said:

"That's fine, I'll go first. I still have to go to the Drunken Immortal Tower to find the master to hand in the task. ”

Then he turned around and left.

When Chen Meng heard this, he hurriedly stopped him and said:

"Bald and slow. The three of us also went to the Drunken Immortal Building this time, but we couldn't find a place, and now we happened to meet you, so it's better to go together. ”

Of course, this is a lie, Chen Meng has not been to the Drunken Immortal Tower, how can he not know the way.

He just felt that the three of them were reckless after all.

At this time, suddenly running in front of the head of a famous family, it is inevitable that you will find some trouble.

So I wanted to find the holy monk to be an introducer, so that the arrival of the three of them would not be so abrupt.

Although this holy monk looks unreliable.

But he is now the disciple with the highest martial arts realm in Shaolin Temple.

All Shaolin players in the game have to call him a big brother.

It is most appropriate for him to be the introducer.

I happened to run into him at this time, so it is better to go to the Drunken Immortal Building to meet the heads first.

As for the matter of the unknown copy, we can study it slowly later.

When the bald holy monk heard this, he didn't want to get so much in his heart, but he said that Chen Meng had released another task.

He was going to go to the Drunken Immortal Building to find the abbot.

Now let's do another task of giving away, killing two birds with one stone, why not.

"Is the big boss going to the martial arts conference? It is easy to say that we will go over together. ”

So the holy monk led the three of them and walked towards the drunken immortal tower.

The Drunken Immortal Tower is in the south of the capital, and it is not a few steps away from everyone.

After a while, the four of them walked to the restaurant.

Chen Meng looked up at this towering pavilion, remembering the previous battle with Dong Meier, and felt a little inexplicable emotion in his heart.

"It's here, big boss."

The bald holy monk on the side reminded him, but he didn't go in, just looked at Chen Meng with his hands behind his back.

"Huh? Why didn't the young man go in? ”

Chen Meng looked at him stunned for a long time before he finally reacted.

"Oh, you're going to get a quest reward, aren't you?"

The holy monk nodded and said:

"Yes, I'll go to the abbot when I go in. You give me the reward first. ”

"This ......" Chen Meng took out his chest, but he was a little difficult:

"I'm sorry, Shaoxia, I came out this time, and I didn't bring much money......"

He was in such a hurry when he came out that he forgot to bring some more silver.

Now he only has a few dozen taels of silver on him, and he has to prepare for the possibility of using it on the road, and it is not good to give it to him.

"It's okay, big boss, it's okay to give some potential points."

The holy monk did not refuse to come.

Chen Meng had no way to give him potential points.

The two were in a stalemate when they suddenly heard a high-pitched male voice from the restaurant.

"Light! You are a monk, how can you ask someone for money? ”

The sound was deafening, as if someone had put a high-decibel stereo on the restaurant.

The inner strength of the person who spoke out can be seen.

Chen Meng immediately knew who this person was.

"This is Master Zhiyuan, the abbot of Shaolin Temple."

When the bald monk heard this, his expression was quite unsightly, and he muttered in a low voice:

"I'm just handing over a task. This old bald donkey. ”

"Old bald donkey?"

The people in the building seem to not only have loud voices, but also good hearing.

As soon as the holy monk's complaining voice fell, a rhetorical question immediately came from the building.

Then, heavy footsteps sounded upstairs in the Drunken Immortal Building.

Knock, knock, knock.

After a few steps, the footsteps stopped.

A figure jumped down from the window on the third floor and landed in front of the three with a thud.

This man was born with a round face and big ears, and a body as strong as a giant bear.

There was no hair on his head, but he had a large black beard on his chin.

He was wearing a monk's robe with a string of Buddhist beads around his neck, and at this time he stretched out a big hand, grabbed the holy monk's ear, and scolded:

"You said that about your own abbot!"

Needless to say, this person is naturally the legendary abbot of Shaolin Temple, Monk Zhiyuan.

The bald holy monk was suffering from pain in his ears at this time, and hurriedly said:

"Abbot, abbot, I was wrong."

Chen Meng wanted to laugh when he watched from the side, but he still came forward to solve the siege and said:

"Abbot Zhiyuan, this little master is not talking about you, it's another monk who just passed by here."

Zhi Yuan listened to it with half a doubt, and asked into the ear of the bald holy monk:

"Light! Is he telling the truth? ”

This man's voice was terrifyingly loud.

Not to mention the holy monks, even the three people of the Raptors Village standing on the side were shocked to the point that their ears hurt.

The holy monk was also in a hurry, and hurriedly said:

"It's true. He is Chen Meng, the big boss of the Raptors Village, and he has no friendship with me, so he naturally won't favor me. ”

Hearing this, the anger on Monk Zhiyuan's face slowly faded.

He let go of the hand that was grabbing the holy monk's ear, kicked him in the ass, and reprimanded:

"Then you can't curse people indiscriminately, you know!"

The holy monk hurriedly rolled to the side and stood with his head buried.

Then, the abbot turned to Chen Meng and said with a smile:

"It turns out that this is the master of Raptors Village. It came at the right time! Please go upstairs and have a few drinks with the Sprinkler family. ”