Chapter 59 Choice



Chapter 59 Choice

After wiping the blood off the dagger, Fang Zhixing stood up and looked around, as if thinking about something.

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

Fang Zhixing said calmly, "What would happen if I took these bodies to the county town to report to the authorities?"

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

Xi Gou was startled and asked, "How could you carry so many corpses by yourself and walk more than ten or twenty miles to report to the authorities?"

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

Xigou thought about it and nodded, "It is indeed feasible to do so, but I want to know, what purpose do you want to achieve?"

Fang Zhixing replied: "If everything goes well, then I will have the opportunity to contact Luo Peiyun, and then with the merit of reporting the traitors, it is very likely that I will get some rewards, such as the subsequent skills of the "Iron Mountain Kung Fu"."

Xi Gou suddenly realized: "Good fellow, you just reached the perfection of the Great Python Realm, and you are already thinking about ascending to the next realm."

Fang Zhixing sighed, "All the skills are monopolized by the aristocratic families. Apart from joining the aristocratic families, is there any other way for me to get in?"

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

Fang Zhixing looked hesitant.

The dog was surprised and asked, "Why, you still have concerns?"

Fang Zhixing sighed, "I killed the rebels and ruined their assassination plan. Once this matter gets out, the rebels will definitely hate me to the core. They might even keep a close eye on me and swear to kill me."

Xigou's heart skipped a beat, and he said anxiously, "That's for sure. You and the rebels are sworn enemies, and you have a deep blood feud. If not you, who else can they avenge?"

Fang Zhixing was hesitant and his heart was in turmoil.

Xigou thought about it and suggested, "Why don't we just forget it and leave now. It's all over. No one will know that we killed these rebels anyway."

He added solemnly, "As a person, you should not be too greedy. You should stop when you are ahead."

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

Before we knew it, the mountain breeze had sent away the last bit of sunset glow, the night fell, and the bright moonlight sprinkled on the steep cliffs.

"Well, let's go."

Fang Zhixing sighed softly, as if he had already made up his mind.

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

Fang Zhixing turned toward the jungle and said sternly, "Go to Songlin Temple and fight for a future."

Xigou paused for a moment and said, "Think it over carefully. If you take this step, you will offend all the heroes and righteous men in the martial arts world. They will hate you to the core and anyone can kill you."

Fang Zhixing grinned and sneered: "If you are timid, you will not accomplish anything. Everyone thinks they have a choice, but in fact they have no choice."

The little dog could not help but remain silent.

Although he didn't know much about the Great Zhou Dynasty, he had to admit that based on the intelligence he had, 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 their heads one by one, tied their hair together, and lifted them up.

There were fourteen archers and one warrior, a total of fifteen heads.

Fang Zhixing took a deep breath, used the skill of flying over the grass, and flew into the dark jungle.

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

It was exceptionally quiet all around.

The dog listened for a moment and then transmitted, "I can't hear any unusual movement, no human breathing."

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

The man and the dog went deep into the woods and headed east.

After walking about seven or eight miles, a bright light suddenly appeared in front of us.

Fang Zhixing took a closer look and couldn't help but narrow his eyes slightly.

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

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

This road is very long and leads to a very far place with no end in sight. It is suspected to be a specially built official road.

Turning your eyes back to the front of the gate, you can see a tall stone lion on each side, with excellent carvings, lifelike and majestic.

The gate is red copper in color and very spacious, three meters high and four meters wide.

When you look up, you can see the plaque hanging on the gate, with three large gold-painted characters "Songlin Temple" written in bold and vigorous strokes.

It was dark and the door was closed.

From a distance, you can see many buildings in the courtyard. The tallest building is a six-story building with light shining through the windows.

Fang Zhi walked forward and knocked on the door.

After a while, someone opened the door and revealed a middle-aged monk with a shiny head, a thick and fat waist, and a face full of fat. At first glance, he looked hideous and not a good person.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

"Who is the donor?"

The fat monk fixed his eyes slightly and looked at Fang Zhixing's face.

Fang Zhixing replied, "I am from the Iron Mountain Sect. I have something important to tell your abbot. Please let me know."

"Iron Mountain Gate?"

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

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

Fang Zhixing held up a bunch of human heads and said with a faint smile: "These are the heads of pirates."

The fat monk took a deep breath, not daring to offend Fang Zhixing. He raised his right hand in front of him, bowed his head and said, "Please be patient, I will report to the abbot right away."

After saying that, he turned around and ran away as if his feet were greased.

Fang Zhixing stood in front of the door waiting.

In a short while, the door creaked open slowly.

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

"Amitabha!"

The old monk raised one hand, looked at Fang Zhixing, and said, "I am Yunchen, the abbot of Songlin Temple. May I ask your name, benefactor?"

Fang Zhixing cupped his hands and replied, "My name is Zhixing. I once practiced martial arts with Iron Palm Cheng Tianen for a period of time. I have met Master Yunchen."

Yun Chen nodded and continued, "Iron Palm Cheng Tianen is a chivalrous man who serves as the incense master in the Iron Mountain Sect. I have heard of him. Donor Fang brought the head to see me at night, but I don't know what the deep meaning is?"

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

Yun Chen hesitated for a moment, then extended his hand in a gesture of invitation and said, "Please come in."

Fang Zhixing strode forward with his head held high and entered the pure land of Buddhism.

Not long after, he sat down in a meditation room, drank a sip of mountain tea, and slowly said, "I came from the Xiaoqing River town upstream. I was originally on a big ship, escorting the village chief Luo Kexun to Qinglin County. Unexpectedly, we were attacked by a water monster on the way, and the big ship sank. After I fell into the water, I climbed ashore and then went south along the river bank."

As he spoke, he took out a map and pointed to a place, saying, "When I arrived at this place, I was suddenly attacked by a group of pirates..."

"So, I interrogated the pirate and learned that their purpose was to attack Songlin Temple and assassinate the county magistrate, Lord Luo Peiyun!"

As Fang Zhixing continued to tell the story, Master Yun Chen's face gradually changed. He was extremely shocked and stunned.

"What? The pirates actually want to..."

He breathed heavily, stood up and called a young monk, and ordered: "Quick, go to the county town and report this to Magistrate Luo!"

(End of this chapter)


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