Cheng Dalei has not been idle these days. If Wei Muchong calls for battle in front of the temple, he will go out and fight with them for several rounds.
The rest of the time he was busy with his own business. He tanned the animal skins that were brought in until they were soft, and then the monks in the temple carefully sewn them together.
It has to be said that these monks who eat fast and recite Buddha's name have good handicrafts. The stitches are fine and tight, and there seems to be no flaw in them.
On the third day, the work was almost completed, but Monk Ming was still confused.
"Master Cheng, what's the use of doing this?"
"Hey, I have a clever plan. If nothing happens, I should leave tonight."
"Let's go, how to go?" Monk Mingran's brows furrowed into the shape of a river, not understanding the meaning of Cheng Dalei's words at all.
Cheng Dalei was too lazy to explain and urged the monks to work quickly and not waste time. Cheng Dalei quietly observed the situation outside the temple. At this critical moment, Wei Muchong rushed in like a madman.
Time passed bit by bit and the night gradually deepened. Wei Muchong decided to attack and sent a large army to Qingfeng Temple to kill Cheng Dalei.
Such an action would inevitably result in heavy casualties. Even if Cheng Dalei could be killed tonight, he would not be able to save his head.
But Wei Muchong had no choice but to do this because he received news that Li Letian had sent soldiers to escort Cheng Dalei to Chang'an.
If Ma Chao arrives with his troops, then he is openly carrying out the mission. He must cook the raw rice before they arrive. If Li Letian wants to kill or behead him, then let him go. As long as he
It is beneficial to the country, the country, and the country, so what does your own life mean?
Cheng Dalei was looking outside behind the mountain gate. When he saw the army mobilizing, this time someone came to the gate not to scold the formation, but clearly to break into the camp.
He hurriedly ran to the backyard and shouted: "It's too late, it's too late."
The work had reached the final stage, and Monk Mingran was shocked: "Master Cheng, are they coming in?"
Cheng Dalei nodded heavily.
The hopes of the Cui family's revival were all placed on Cheng Dalei, and Monk Mingming could not afford to lose anything: "Don't worry, Mr. Cheng, I'll have people block the mountain gate, and it will last for a while."
"No, if you show up, Wei Muchong will definitely see through it. Even if I can leave, I'm afraid Qingfeng Temple will be in ruins."
Monk Mingran was a little bit emotional. Even now, Cheng Dalei is still worried about his own life. He is kind without troops and righteous without justice. It seems that there are fewer and fewer people like Cheng Dalei. He can make a lot of money and make people happy.
It is not without reason that people are loyal to him.
"How long will it take?"
"According to Master Cheng's instructions, half an hour at most."
"Okay, you guys work quickly, I'll stop them for half an hour."
Cheng Dalei stopped listening and said nothing more. He whistled in his mouth and the black cow came out of the cowshed. Cheng Dalei got on the black cow and ran towards the mountain gate of Qingfeng Temple.
Before Wei Muchong led his men to the mountain gate, Cheng Dalei rode a black bull out of the mountain gate and stopped them in front of them.
As soon as they saw him appear, everyone stopped, and the army surrounded Cheng Dalei in darkness.
"Hey, I have His Majesty's decree here. If you want to rebel, you can't."
At this critical moment, Cheng Dalei had no other option, so he showed the apricot-yellow edict in his palm, held it in the wind, and faced a group of tiger and wolf generals.
"Don't listen to his nonsense. This imperial edict is false. Your Majesty has already designated him as an imperial prisoner. Whoever can kill him will be rewarded with a hundred taels of silver and a third-level official."
Wei Muchong didn't give Cheng Dalei a chance to deceive him, so he deceived the soldiers first.
Cheng Dalei raised his head and laughed into the sky. The laughter spread around him and spread from the mountain to the bottom.
Everyone was a little confused as to what he was laughing at. His laughter was so sad that it felt like crying.
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, you can see clearly who is the traitor and who is the loyal minister in this world. Mr. Cheng is loyal and loyal, but today he is going to die at the hands of a treacherous villain. Is this the fate of loyal ministers throughout the ages? Come on, let's do it well.
, today Cheng Mou will sacrifice his life to fight, and I will wash the sky with my green blood."
When Wei Muchong heard this, he was immediately furious. His lifelong goal was to be famous in history. However, Cheng Dalei had a red mouth and white teeth, and he became a so-called loyal minister.
"There is justice between heaven and earth. Let the world judge whether what Wei did is right or wrong."
Cheng Dalei doesn't mind delaying with Wei Muchong anyway. As long as it lasts for half an hour, he will be in a hurry and never meet your surnamed Wei again.
"Okay, everyone has his own justice." Cheng Dalei said loudly: "Today, I will have a good discussion with you about justice. The heaven and earth have righteousness, and are mixed with manifolds. The top is the sun and the moon, and the bottom is the mountain..."
Wei Muchong was stunned, and he couldn't bear to interrupt Cheng Dalei. He suddenly remembered one thing. There were many rumors about Cheng Dalei. Cheng Dalei not only committed murder and arson, he was also a good poet. There were several poems handed down from generation to generation that even the most picky master could understand.
Full of praise.
Facing the gushing Cheng Dalei, Wei Muchong did not interrupt, and even secretly wrote it down in his mind. Only when Cheng Dalei finally closed his mouth did he sneer:
"No matter how nice your words are, you can't confuse right and wrong. If you really feel that you are wronged, just go and complain to the Lord of Hell."
Wei Muchong raised his hand and was about to give the order to attack.
"Wait a minute." Cheng Dalei suddenly stopped him.
Wei Muchong was stunned: "What are you doing? Are you afraid? Haha, it's too late to beg for mercy now."
"Afraid, haha. Ever since I was born, I don't know what fear is. I just ask you, do you dare to wait for me to burn a stick of incense before I have a good fight with you?"
"What do you want to do with a stick of incense?"
"You don't care what I do, I'll ask you if you dare. Are you afraid?" Cheng Dalei sneered.
"I..." Wei Muchong wanted to order his men to swarm forward, but he never had the upper hand in front of Cheng Dalei, and he wanted to fight for it.
"Okay, I will allow you to burn a stick of incense and let your organs be exhausted. You must die here today."
Cheng Dalei sneered and went back very slowly, as if thousands of troops were nothing in his eyes. However, as soon as he walked into the mountain gate, he ran to the back temple quickly.
"Are you okay? Are you okay?" Cheng Dalei asked hurriedly.
Ming Ran was frightened: "I have packed it up according to Master Cheng's instructions. Can you see if it's okay?"
Cheng Dalei didn't care to take a closer look, and led the black cow onto the wooden plank made of green bamboo. Several monks stood on the roof and opened the canopy made of animal skins.
Cheng Dalei ordered a fire, and the four oil barrels in the wooden basket were ignited, and the flames burst into flames.
In fact, no one knew what Cheng Dalei had been busy with. At this moment, they saw Pippen slowly swelling up, and gradually, the entire bamboo basket was pulled up and flew up.