Today's lively is enough for the onlookers to brag for a while.
The three death row prisoners, except for the second one who was killed, one tried to escape, and the other was even more powerful, and they were unscathed after several times of stabbing.
I thought the executioner had a frustrated hand, but no one expected that the last knife would fall to the ground with neatness.
Three heads are neatly placed on the tree stump for tolerance counting.
After the county magistrate left, the pergola was removed. There was a long time of tolerance to take out the wooden cage, put the head in it, and hung it on the flagpole to show it to the public.
The beheading station was washed away and then removed, and the stumps were moved away.
Next time there will be death row prisoners, and there will be beheadings.
"Master, your majesty is still as powerful as that of the past. The last knife is so beautiful!"
The apprentice presented a wine pot and kept flattering the executioner.
The executioner took a big sip of wine, "Happy!"
He remembered something and turned to thank the monk on the tree, but unexpectedly, the tree was already empty and there was no one figure.
"Is it because of the evil ghost asking for his life?"
Even though he beheaded countless times and believed that he had evil spirits to protect his body, he was a little chilling at this moment.
At this time, Fang Dou had already left the county town and returned to Jiming Temple.
These three prisoners are ordinary, and even Wang Zhuanlun is far inferior to that of the name of Qianqiu Society. They think they have similar status to Lang Qi.
Fang Dou heard that the prisoner only asked about the last inquiry that someone in this county had offended Qianqiu Society, and he was not even aware of Fang Dou's existence.
In this way, things are far less serious than imagined!
Qianqiu Society, Fang Dou has not been found yet.
Fang Dou was glad for a moment, and then remembered whether it was Qilie, the eldest brother who attracted his attention.
"Brother Chilie, how are you doing now?"
...
Outside a valley, the ground was covered with scorch marks, and the green plants on the roadside were all burned into bare coke.
The smoke that has not yet dissipated in the sky is still spring, but the climate here is already as hot as the heat.
"Old man Yinhuo, don't hide from Qilie anymore!"
"Take this person in hand over, our Qianqiu Society will not make things difficult for you. Turn around and leave immediately!"
Outside the valley, four or five people surrounded the entrance of the valley. The old man in charge had sparse hair and barely tied a bun on the top of his head. His whole body was as thin as a hair, but his eyes were so bright that it was scary.
"You fart, my nephew, it's not your turn to take care of me!"
"The mischievous people in Qianqiu Society are not afraid of death. I will make you live!"
After a thick and bold voice, a flag slowly raised from the valley.
The flag is all orange-red, drifting in the wind, swaying like a fire.
After seeing the flag, the expressions of the people outside the valley changed and they hurriedly retreated behind them.
The old man picked up his beard and reached out to the void, and a blue-faced evil ghost appeared on the spot, blocking the bombardment of the flag.
The flag exploded on the spot, turning into dozens of blazing tongues of flames, most of which entangled the blue-faced evil ghosts and spread out into a sea of ​​fire.
The evil ghost is gloomy, like a huge wall, blocking the blazing flames.
At the same time, everyone behind the old man used armor and horse talismans or walked on the ground, letting go of the fire tongue licking, obviously very afraid of this.
The flames of the flags blew away, and dense pits appeared on the ground, all of which were blown out by the splashed sparks just now.
The old man waved his palm and wiped it off, and the evil ghosts on his body charred all over his body disappeared on the spot.
"Zen Yan, this old man's firearm is powerful. We have been attacking for a long time and can't take him down!"
"This person is stubborn and has a tough mouth and is very difficult to insist on protecting Qilie!"
"Or, let's work together to break into the valley later to see if we can take advantage of the chaos and rob Qilie?"
Venerable Yan shook his head, "No, this place is an active volcano. Old Man Yinhuo has a geographical advantage. If we are anxious, if he uses any means of burning both jade and stone, it will be unfair!"
The implication is that this is an office business, there is no need to work hard!
They have a lot of people and are already suppressing each other in the valley. It will be not difficult to win the target in time.
"Well, Master Yan is very serious and polite, we will all listen to you!"
In the valley, an old man with a beard and staring at him was the famous old man Yinhuo who was forced to enter the Qianqiu Society.
However, he actually has a short figure, only as tall as a child, but has a scary temper, and is even more fierce than a firecracker, and it will explode at a glance.
Beside him, Qilie looked worried, "Uncle Master, I have implicated you!"
"Don't let my mother-in-law, I'm going to protect you. I'm here, so I can't touch your finger!"
"The gang of dogs in Qianqiu Society have become capable and dare to block my door!"
"Wait for me. After I go out, I will invite friends and destroy the Qianqiu Society's main hall."
Qi Lie felt relieved and thought to himself, not knowing what Fang Dou is now.
He has elders to rely on, but Fang Dou is alone and doesn't know how to deal with Qianqiu Society's crazy revenge!
...
Fang Dou was in trouble, and a group of monks who came out of nowhere occupied Jiming Temple, but instead turned him away.
Jiming Temple is different now. More than a dozen monks inside moved into it and regarded it as their own territory, and they were in a mess.
The white rice and copper coins in the palace were all taken out by them and they spent them freely.
"Who are you?"
Fang Dou was slightly angry, but there was no expression on his face.
The monks led the lead, a middle-aged monk. Seeing this, he said, "I am the owner of this temple. I went out a while ago and just came back recently!"
Fang Dou sneered, "You are lying to me, before I came, this was Guo San's nest, and there was no serious monk there."
"No, as far as I know, this is originally a group of beggars?"
After hearing Fang Dou's words, the middle-aged monk smiled, "You don't know anything about this. These beggars took advantage of our absence to occupy this place. Fortunately, the government later killed the evil beggars, which led to the original owner of today's things!"
He said this and looked at Fang Dou in surprise.
"I remembered it. I heard that there was a little monk living here at the end. Could it be you?"
Fang Dou just sneered, edited, continue to make up for me!
The middle-aged monk looked fake and sighed, "You are also a poor person. If you have nowhere to go, stay!"
He seemed to treat himself as his master and welcome Fang Dou generously.
However, this dilapidated temple was repaired by Fang Dou for money, and the white rice cooked in their pots were also stored in the rice jar.
Fang Dou's face gradually calmed down, "Why don't you ask for the money I have stored?"
The middle-aged monk smiled and did not answer.
"Where did the wild monk come from? Let's talk!"
Two tyrannical monks walked out with great momentum and rolled up their sleeves step by step.
"Our host, don't care about the white rice and copper coins you have lived in our temple for many days, and you can use them as rent."
"If you know the truth, you will continue to live here, but there is one thing that the money and food obtained from begging for alms are all based on the reputation of the temple and must be handed over!"
The monks, when they saw the big green mule led by Fang Dou, their eyes glowed. This big beast was a fortune!
Chapter completed!