Full level ruthless person

After wiping off the blood on the dagger, Zhixing stood up and looked around, thoughtfully.

Seeing this, Xigou couldn't help but ask: "What are you thinking about? Why don't you leave?"

Fang Zhixing said calmly: "Tell me, what will happen if I take these corpses to the county to report to the officials?"

"What, you want to report to the official?"

Xigou suddenly trembled and asked, "How can you carry so many corpses on your back and walk more than ten or twenty miles to report to the official?"

Fang Zhixing replied: "Cut off their heads and take them to Songlin Temple first, then pass through the entrance of Songlin Temple and report to the county magistrate Luo Peiyun."

Xigou thought for a while, nodded and said: "This is indeed feasible, but I want to know, what do you want to achieve?"

Fang Zhixing responded: "If everything goes well, then I will have the opportunity to contact Luo Peiyun, and by virtue of my merits in reporting the rebels, I will most likely receive some rewards, such as the follow-up skills of "Iron Mountain Kung"."

Xigou suddenly realized: "Good guy, you have just been promoted to the Great Python Realm, and you are already thinking about advancing to the next realm."

Fang Zhixing sighed: "All the martial arts are monopolized by wealthy families. Apart from joining the wealthy family, is there any other way for me to go?"

Xigou thought about it and analyzed: "It's not impossible to do this. With your current strength, Luo Peiyun may appreciate you very much and may give you a minor official position."

Fang Zhixing looked hesitant.

Xigou said in surprise: "Why, do you still have concerns?"

Fang Zhixing sighed: "I killed the rebels and ruined their assassination plan. Once this matter spreads, the rebels will definitely hate me to the bone. Maybe they will stare at me and swear to put me to death." Death place.”

Xiao Gou's heart skipped a beat and he said anxiously: "That's for sure. You and the rebels are sworn in and have a blood feud. If they don't seek revenge from you, who will they seek revenge from?"

Fang Zhixing was hesitant and his mind was churning.

Xigou thought for a while and suggested: "How about forget it, we just leave and it's over. Anyway, no one knows that we killed these rebels."

He added solemnly, "As a human being, you can't be too greedy and just give up when something is good."

Fang Zhixing fell into deep thought, weighing the pros and cons.

Unknowingly, the mountain breeze sent away the last ray of sunset, and as night rose, the bright moonlight shone on the cliffs.

"Well, let's go."

Fang Zhixing sighed softly, as if he had already made a calculation in his mind.

The thin dog perked up and asked, "Where are you going?"

Fang Zhixing turned to the jungle and said with a stern look on his face: "Go to Songlin Temple and strive for a future."

Xigou took a breath and said: "You have to think clearly. If you take this step, you will offend all the heroes and righteous men in the world. They will hate you to the bone, and everyone will kill you."

Fang Zhixing grinned and sneered: "You can't accomplish anything if you are timid. Everyone thinks they have a choice, but in fact they have no choice."

The thin dog couldn't help but remain silent.

Although he didn't know much about the Great Zhou Dynasty, he had to admit that judging from the information he had obtained, Fang Zhixing was right.

Dreams are always beautiful and make people feel that they have many choices, but reality tells us that only children dream.

Fang Zhixing swung his dagger, chopped off the heads one by one, tied their hair together and lifted them up.

There are fourteen archers and one warrior, totaling fifteen heads.

Fang Zhixing took a deep breath, used Grass Fly, and entered the pale black jungle.

Under the charming moonlight, the jungle is dense, and thick and tall pine trees can be seen everywhere, with lush green branches and leaves.

It was extremely quiet all around.

Xigou listened for a moment and then said: "I can't hear any unusual movement, no one's breathing."

Fang Zhixing nodded. The remaining water thieves must have seen that the situation was not good and fled.

One person and one dog went deep into the forest and headed east.

When they were seven or eight miles away, a bright light suddenly appeared in front of them.

Fang Zhixing took a closer look and narrowed his eyes slightly.

I saw an open space in front of me, and a high-walled courtyard rose from the ground, with the gate facing due south.

Going out from the gate, there is a bluestone road paved on the ground, which is wide enough to allow a carriage to pass smoothly.

This road is very long, leading to a very far place with no end in sight. It seems to be a specially built official road.

Looking back to the front door, you can see a tall stone lion on the left and right. The carvings are excellent, lifelike and majestic.

The door is red copper and very spacious, three meters high and four meters wide.

When you look up, you can see the plaque hanging on the gate, which clearly reads "Songlin Temple" in three large gold-lacquered characters with vigorous writing.

It was dark and the door was closed.

Looking from a distance, you can see that there are many pavilions in the courtyard. The tallest building is a six-story building with bright light coming from the upper windows.

Fang Zhixing stepped forward and knocked on the door.

After a while, someone opened the door and saw a middle-aged monk with a shiny head, a thick and round waist, and a face full of flesh. At first glance, he looked disgusting and not a kind person.

"Who is the donor?"

The fat monk's eyes narrowed slightly and he looked at Fang Zhixing's face.

Fang Zhixing replied: "I am from Tieshanmen. I have something important to inform your abbot. Please inform me."

"Iron Mountain Gate?"

The fat monk was stunned for a moment, frowned, and his eyes suddenly focused on Fang Zhixing's hand, and his color suddenly changed in shock.

"You, what are you holding in your hand?" The fat monk screamed and backed away, with a look of shock on his face.

Fang Zhixing mentioned a bunch of human heads and said with a faint smile: "This is the head of a water pirate."

The fat monk took a breath of cold air. Not daring to offend Fang Zhixing, he raised his right hand in front of his body, lowered his head and said, "Please be patient, please be patient. I will report to the abbot right now."

After saying that, he turned around and ran away, as if oiling the soles of his feet.

Fang Zhixing stood in front of the door and waited.

After a moment, the door slowly opened with a creak.

An old monk with a white beard and four tall young monks walked out of the gate together.

"Amitabha!"

The old monk raised one palm, looked at Fang Zhixing, and said, "Old monk Yun Chen is the abbot of Songlin Temple. May I ask the donor's name?"

Fang Zhixing cupped his hands and responded: "Below Zhixing, I once practiced martial arts with Iron Palm Cheng Tianen for a period of time. This junior has met Master Yunchen."

Yun Chen nodded and continued: "Tie Zhang Cheng Tian'en is a chivalrous man who serves as the incense master in Tieshan Gate. I have heard of him. Donor Fang raised his head to see me at night, but I don't know what the deep meaning is?"

Fang Zhixing continued, "This is a serious matter. Can you find a quiet place to talk?"

Yun Chen pondered for a moment, stretched out his hand to make a gesture of invitation, and said: "Please come inside."

Only then did Zhixing stride like a meteor, raising his head and entering the pure place of Buddhism.

Not long after, he sat down in a Zen room, took a sip of mountain tea, and slowly said: "I came from Xiaoqinghe market town upstream. I originally took a big boat to escort Li Zheng Luo Keyou to Qinglin County. Unexpectedly, On the way, I was attacked by a water monster and the ship sank. After I fell into the water, I climbed ashore and then went south along the river bank."

While talking, he took out a map, pointed to a place and said: "When I arrived at this place, I was suddenly attacked by a group of water pirates..."

"Just like that, I interrogated the water pirates and learned that their purpose was to attack Songlin Temple and assassinate the county magistrate, Mr. Luo Peiyun!"

As Fang Zhixing spoke eloquently, Master Yunchen's face gradually changed. He was very shocked and stunned.

"What, the water pirate actually wants, actually wants..."

He was breathing rapidly, stood up, called a young monk, and ordered: "Quickly, go to the county seat and report this matter to Magistrate Luo!"