Let's Go! The Magistrate: What? Daoist Priest Fan Left??

Even though the commotion at the brothel in Prison Dragon County was significant, no runners had come to investigate the situation yet. Therefore, Fan Wu left with a chest of gold and silver without any obstruction.

He didn't go to the County Yamen but headed straight for the Dragon-Imprisoning Monastery.

As for how the mess at the brothel would be cleaned up, that wasn't his concern.

Let the County Magistrate of Prison Dragon County worry about it slowly!

After all, over the years He Caisheng had served as the County Magistrate of Prison Dragon County, he had extorted countless gold and silver treasures.

It was time for him to do something for Prison Dragon County.

By the time Fan Wu returned to the Dragon-Imprisoning Monastery carrying a chest of gold and silver, it was already the hour of Chou (1 AM-3 AM).

Perhaps it was because there was a statue of the True Martial Great Emperor on the mountain.

Even though it was late at night and quiet, the mountain path wasn't particularly eerie.

Fan Wu had intentionally slowed his pace on the way back, so it took him some time to return to the Dragon-Imprisoning Monastery this time.

When he left the County Yamen, he had informed Yang Yizi and the Abbot of Golden Dragon Temple to relay a message to the County Magistrate of Prison Dragon County, asking him to send people with the silver.

His late return was naturally to give the County Magistrate of Prison Dragon County some time to prepare.

Fan Wu felt that with the remaining "prestige" of his swindler master and his own image in the eyes of the people of Prison Dragon County, the other party wouldn't play any tricks.

As expected.

When Fan Wu opened the gate of the monastery, what he was about to see was quietly placed behind the door.

Even though the moonlight was dim tonight, a neatly arranged pile of silver, along with several land deeds held down by the silver...

was still very conspicuous.

There was more than six hundred taels of silver here, and several of the land deeds were for fertile farmland, perfect for cultivation.

To be honest...

These land deeds weren't of much use to Fan Wu.

Because he didn't plan to stay in Prison Dragon County for long.

After all, if Xuan Shizi wasn't the only one who believed in the Great Venerable... and he had killed Xuan Shizi, he was very likely to attract more followers of the Great Venerable!

What if the other party didn't play by the rules and it wasn't another follower of the Great Venerable, but the Great Venerable himself.

Fan Wu felt that he might...

die on the spot!

Although his current strength wasn't weak, facing such a peculiar existence, it was still best to be cautious.

In conclusion.

He couldn't be reckless!

"The travel expenses for running away are secured. I have no friends in Prison Dragon County and no attachments whatsoever. It's time to leave this place, which is plagued by anomalous events."

Fan Wu muttered to himself, preparing to leave Prison Dragon County tonight!

Yes!

He didn't want to wait until tomorrow.

He had risked staying an extra day in this place just to wait for the promised reward from the County Magistrate of Prison Dragon County.

As a result, in just this short day, he had encountered so many things.

If he hadn't activated a Golden Finger earlier, he might have been finished here!

So...

If not now, when?

To make his escape from Prison Dragon County, Fan Wu had made many preparations several days ago.

He had specifically found a carpenter in Prison Dragon County to custom-make a wooden chest that could be carried on his back or by oxen and horses.

It didn't matter if the chest was heavy.

The most important thing was that it had to be sturdy and able to hold heavy items.

Fan Wu's original intention for ordering the wooden chest was to pack the silver from the statue of the True Martial Great Emperor.

But who would have thought that the silver inside couldn't be taken out?

He thought the wooden chest was made in vain, but now it seemed it could be put to use again.

Fan Wu brought out the custom-made wooden chest.

He neatly placed the gold ingots, silver ingots, and some change of clothes into the wooden chest.

Then he lifted the extremely heavy wooden chest.

For an ordinary person, even with all their might, they might not be able to lift this weight.

But for Fan Wu now...

It was a piece of cake!

He couldn't feel its weight at all.

He could lift it with one hand!

Before leaving Prison Dragon County, Fan Wu respectfully offered several sticks of incense to the True Martial Great Emperor in the main hall of the Daoist temple. He quietly waited until those incense sticks burned out...

Afterward, he used a relatively sturdy container that wouldn't break easily to pour out all the incense ash from the censer.

This incense ash was good stuff.

It couldn't be wasted.

Since the True Martial Great Emperor had already gifted him his Demon-Slaying Sword, giving a bit more incense ash surely wouldn't be anything to Him.

At least, that's what Fan Wu thought.

And that's what he did.

Afterward, he went to the back mountain of the Dragon-Imprisoning Monastery and offered three sticks of incense to his swindler of a master.

Consider it a memorial.

Finally.

Fan Wu didn't forget to bring the letter his swindler of a master had given him before he passed away.

Regardless, his swindler of a master had raised him for several years. Fan Wu intended to deliver the letter to his daughter for him.

However, the county seat of the Southern Commandery was quite a distance from Prison Dragon County!

"Moo--"

Suddenly.

A loud moo echoed over. Fan Wu turned his head and looked. In a corner clearing within the Daoist temple, a robust green ox was tethered, looking like it could carry a lot of weight.

This was a green ox raised by his swindler of a master.

Fan Wu remembered that when his swindler of a master was alive, he often sat on the green ox's back, pretending to be a divine being, putting on airs of a master.

Speaking of which, this was also an old ox.

"Tsk, if you can carry this wooden chest, then I'll take you with me. If you can't, then I'll have to tie you up near some farmer's household in Prison Dragon County."

"After all, I can't just tie you up in the Daoist temple. If you eat all the grass inside, you'll starve to death."

Fan Wu didn't care if the old green ox could understand.

He walked over and placed the heavy wooden chest on the old green ox's thick back.

"Moo~"

The old green ox seemed a little unaccustomed to it, but it showed no signs of strain and even walked around a few times.

The heavy wooden chest didn't seem like much to it.

"Alright! Then I'll take you with me! Just don't complain about the long journey," Fan Wu said with a smile.

He untied the rope that was tethering the old green ox.

He used the sturdy ox rope to secure the wooden chest, ensuring it stayed put on the old green ox's back.

The next day.

Noon.

The County Magistrate of Prison Dragon County finally mustered the courage to step into the County Yamen. He was ordering a group of runners to move the damaged items out of the Yamen and another group to clean the ground.

As for He Caisheng, the father and mother official of the county, he sat on an expensive armchair, leisurely sipping his tea.

For some reason, he felt that the tea in his hand had lost its fragrance.

"That Daoist Master Fan was too impatient. Couldn't he have waited a few more days to give it? If he had agreed to wait, this official would have been able to save at least half the silver... Alas! What a pity!"

"No, losing over six hundred taels of silver and several land deeds, this official has suffered a great loss!"

He Caisheng muttered to himself, "I must exaggerate the damage to the County Yamen. That way, the imperial court will allocate more silver, and then I can recoup my losses..."

Just then.

Constable Liu rushed over, bringing astonishing news, gasping for breath, "M-My Lord! I... I wanted to visit Daoist Master Fan at the Dragon-Imprisoning Monastery this morning, but I discovered... I discovered Daoist Master Fan is gone!!"

"And I found a note, seemingly left by Daoist Master Fan, in the crack of the monastery door. On it... on it, Daoist Master Fan said he was going out to wander!!"

He Caisheng was so startled that his hand trembled.

His tea spilled.

But he didn't care. His eyes widened, and he exclaimed in disbelief, "What? Daoist Master Fan... he's gone?!"

"Hiss!!!"

Seeing Constable Liu nod, He Caisheng gasped, "Without Daoist Master Fan, what if the County Yamen is haunted again..."

He swallowed hard, thinking this.

Even though it was broad daylight, with the sun beating down fiercely overhead...

He Caisheng still felt a chill run down his spine!

The "guardian deity" was gone.

He was afraid.