This battle started quickly and ended quickly. Some people just woke up and wanted to be bold enough to watch the excitement, but found that the battle was already over.
Nowadays, Qingfeng Temple has been surrounded by people. It happens to be located on a mound. Looking up, the temple at night has a solemn atmosphere.
Wei Muchong rode a soft sedan and looked at the outline of Qingfeng Temple from a distance. As a city lord with a scholar background, he actually couldn't ride a horse. This was a strange thing. Mainly because his family was poor when he was a child, and he didn't even have a decent appearance.
Large livestock are also out of reach.
But no one will underestimate this city lord just because of this. After all, there are only a few people throughout the ages who dare to kill their own sons with their own hands.
Now that the army was approaching the city, Wei Muchong did not order an attack. The empire valued Buddha, and Emperor Ming had a Buddhist background when he personally guarded Qingye Buddha.
There is no doubt that Cheng Dalei can be killed by rushing into this Buddhist holy place, but it will also easily lose the hearts of the people. What's more, Cheng Dalei is obviously unable to escape and is just hanging on for a few more days.
The battle report has been reported, and the results are shocking. Cheng Dalei rushed out from the city lord's palace and killed four gates. Although he did not break out of the city gate, the 5,000 city defense soldiers did not effectively stop him. Instead, he suffered hundreds of casualties.
In the night, Wei Muchong let out a long sigh. Once such a vicious thief was let out, he would probably be a disaster for the entire empire.
This made him more convinced that his actions tonight were correct and he would never let Cheng Dalei leave Runan City alive.
Inside Qingfeng Temple.
The breeze is bright and the moon is shining, the treetops are swaying gently and there is a rustling sound, which is indescribable tranquility. It is really a place to practice meditation and cultivate one's mind.
However, the bloody aura on Cheng Dalei's body destroyed the purity of Buddhism. Cheng Dalei and Liu Facai looked somewhat similar. They were both burly and ferocious in appearance. At this moment, their bodies were covered in blood, like evil ghosts crawling out of hell.
The expressions of the young novices surrounding them were obviously a little frightened, but no one backed away, only their expressions were trembling.
A voice suddenly sounded: "Don't be rude, the host invites you."
The person who spoke was the incense monk in the temple, named Hui Chan. Cui Baiyu bowed to him and nodded slowly.
Wei Muchong must not have done a sufficient investigation, otherwise he would rush over at all costs at this moment. Qingfeng Temple is very popular in Runan City, so the monastic style is solemn. But at the beginning, Runan City was the Runan City of the Cui family, so they were willing to spend a lot of money on incense here.
The benefactor was a member of the Cui family. In fact, the temple was built entirely because of the Cui family.
A centipede is dead but not rigid. How can a family whose roots have been intertwined for more than 300 years be uprooted just by saying it is uprooted?
Cheng Dalei washed off the blood on his body and changed into a set of monk's robes from the temple. Several people were led by the incense monk to the quiet room where he presided over the game.
The name of the presiding officer of Qingfeng Temple is clear. He is an old monk who is over sixty years old. After Cui Baiyu walked in, he bowed respectfully.
Cheng Dalei rarely saw her with such a correct attitude, so he bowed slightly and saluted the old monk.
The other people were not as good-tempered as Cheng Dalei. Liu Facai looked up and down to see where the old monk's neck was suitable for a knife attack. It was not that he had murderous intentions, it was just a subconscious behavior that he had succeeded in killing just now.
Not to mention Xu Shenji, he never puts God and Buddha in his eyes. When he needs to, he can be a firm believer, and when he doesn't, he can also believe in nothing.
Monk Mingran raised his head and said, "This must be Donor Cheng, please sit down."
Cheng Dalei sat down on the futon opposite him and said carelessly: "I hope you'll forgive me for disturbing Master's Qing practice."
"Since you are in the world of mortals, you cannot be called a pure person, and the billowing dust of mortals cannot be blocked by a mountain gate." The Master said slowly: "It's just that my small temple can be pure for one or two days, so I can protect it."
It won’t take the donor a few days.”
With that said, he faced Cui Baiyu and said softly: "The Cui family is already like this. Don't think about things that have nothing to do with you anymore."
Cheng Dalei was originally thinking about his own way to escape. When he heard this, his gossip soul suddenly started to burn. Is it obvious that this old monk and Cui Baiyu knew each other?
Cheng Dalei didn't know that this old monk was originally from the Cui family. He was Cui Baiyu's uncle and Cui Xiang's brother. In the last fight for the position of the head of the family, he couldn't defeat the cunning Cui Xiang. This time he
He lost power in the entire Cui family. After experiencing this incident, he had a profound enlightenment and went to this small temple to become a senior monk in the Qinglan Ancient Scroll.
Cui Baiyu bit her lower lip and then said: "Second uncle, the Cui family is sorry for you."
The mage waved his hand and said: "There is no need to mention the past. Now there is no Cui Liechao in the world, only monk Mingran."
Cheng Dalei was thinking about this name, but he didn't exist in his mind. It's strange to say that Prime Minister Cui has covered the sky with one hand for so many years, but few people in the world know what his name is.
The expression on Cui Baiyu's face was still not good-looking. Now he finally met a Cui family member who was related by blood, but the other person had a completely unstained attitude.
After a long while, Ming Ran sighed softly and said: "Yesterday's cause, today's effect, today's cause, tomorrow's effect. The Cui family suffered this calamity, which was caused by yesterday. These are what the Cui family should repay, and this is ours.
We have to acknowledge the debt. Fortunately, the Cui family still has your bloodline, which can be regarded as a mercy outside the law."
As he spoke, his eyes fell on Cheng Dalei: "Thank you, Donor Cheng, for protecting me and saving an incense for the Cui family."
"Ah." Cheng Dalei didn't know why the topic suddenly shifted to him, and how could he feel like meeting his parents. He suddenly came to his senses and said hurriedly: "Easy to say, easy to say."
Maybe it was because of Cheng Dalei's performance that he was a little speechless. He was silent for a moment and then said: "Old monks have heard a thing or two about what Master Cheng has done. The merits and demerits of the merits and demerits will be judged by future generations, but what will future generations know?
What Mr. Cheng has done is worthy of admiration."
Cheng Dalei never refused such flattery. He didn't have much respect for the monk. He said nothing about the Qingdeng Ancient Scrolls, and he only wanted to ask the Buddha. If he could see through the mortal world, how could he hear about himself?
It is estimated that this monk was not an honest person when he was young. Now he pretends to be like an outsider, and he was probably a well-known playboy when he was young.
"Master, is there any way for us to leave this place?" Cheng Dalei got straight to the point and asked directly.
The old monk paused: "Yes."
Cheng Dalei breathed a sigh of relief. He knew that you, the monk, were dishonest and might secretly go to the brothel to ghost you someday.
"Where is the road?" Cheng Dalei asked.
The old monk looked at the ground in front of Cheng Dalei: "The road is at your feet."