"Sister, you can't underestimate the intelligence of these bandits just because they suffered a few losses." Su Nuannuan didn't know whether to laugh or cry. People are really greedy animals. Just two hours ago, they were still concerned about how to save their lives, but now everyone is talking about how to turn defeat into victory and catch these bandits.
Aunt Jing blushed and whispered, "I am greedy, but seeing these villains suffer again and again under sister's arrangement, I couldn't help but have such thoughts in my heart. Sister said not to underestimate their intelligence, but I think it's okay to underestimate them. How can these stupid villains be the opponent of sister who is full of wisdom and schemes?"
"Girl, are you sure this is a genuine compliment and not a deliberate flattery?" Su Nuannuan thought about it and felt that she was not even close to the "wise and resourceful" Zhuge Liang-type talent. At best, she just read more modern novels.
"Of course not." Aunt Jing smiled softly, and she looked even more stunningly beautiful under the candlelight. Su Nuannuan quickly turned her head away: "Don't smile at me, I have low self-esteem. Women like you are born to leave no way for your female compatriots to survive."
At the same time, the members of the Butchering Dog Gang were also thinking about how to deal with the 100 cakes. Some people suggested throwing them away, saying that how could the enemy's food go into their stomachs? Don't forget that they had previously wanted to poison the well water in the temple, although they failed in the end because the spy was found out.
But this proposal was immediately rejected by more people: a hundred warm and fragrant pancakes, thin and crispy, and the fragrance of the dough could be smelled before they were eaten. This was undoubtedly a huge temptation for dozens of hungry young men. Of course, they also had reasons to eat it: the monks were compassionate. How could there be poison in the temple? The women of the marquis's mansion couldn't bring arsenic with them when they came to worship, right? So the pancake couldn't be poisonous.
Seeing the two sides arguing, Chen Jing and Liu Erniu thought: This won't work. The other side used 100 cakes and almost caused an internal conflict. If they bring some delicious food, won't most of the brothers turn against them? They are the dog-killing gang. How can they end up falling apart just because of food? This is not something that can be described as shameful.
"Alright, alright. Stop arguing. Those who want to eat can eat first, and those who are afraid of poison can't eat. Is it worth arguing about such a small matter? Don't you think it's embarrassing enough?" Chen Jing finally spoke, and the cake-eaters cheered and rushed to Liu Erniu to grab the cake, but they saw the second in command glaring at him. He said in a rough voice, "Who said I don't want to eat? I'm starving, and eating this is better than eating dry food. Go down, line up, and come to me one by one to get it."
Looking at the brothers waiting to share the cake with smiles on their faces, Chen Jing seemed to see the moral integrity of the butcher gang falling all over the floor. He couldn't even pick it up. He sighed deeply, knowing that he had once again made a fool of himself. Did they still look like a group of robbing and looting heroes? The refugees queuing in front of the porridge pot looked better than them.
Sitting powerlessly beside the bonfire, Chen Jing had a bad feeling in his heart. According to his thoughts, he wished he could take his brothers down the mountain and leave right now. This job was too difficult, and anyone could do it. They didn't want to do it. However, the Butchering Dog Gang had repeatedly mentioned the word "loyalty" since the day it was established. Now that several brothers were trapped in it, they wanted to flee for their lives? This was hard to say.
Just as he was lost in thought, he felt someone pulling his sleeve. He turned around and saw Liu Erniu stuffing three pancakes in his hand to him. He licked his lips and laughed, "Boss, try it. It's damn delicious. As expected of the wife of the prince of Anping Marquis's Mansion, no wonder everyone in the capital says she is the reincarnation of the God of Food. This thing looks inconspicuous, but it is so crispy and fragrant in the mouth, it's absolutely amazing. My brothers and I have eaten them all. It's okay. These are the last three, which I left for you. What do you think? Brother, I am quite loyal, right?"
"I knew you were the most loyal." Chen Jing smiled bitterly, grabbed the cake and swallowed it in three or five bites, then stood up suddenly and said in a deep voice: "Brothers, no matter what trap it is, let's fight, rescue a few brothers, capture the prince's wife, and let her cook a few good meals for us. Let's go and rush into the temple."
Capture the prince's wife and let her cook for us. This statement was obviously more exciting than making money or joining Mingyu Tower. The bandits rushed into the temple with a roar and quickly crossed the gate. Then they saw a young monk standing quietly not far away. Under the moonlight, he put his palms together and chanted the Buddha's name. He looked like a calm monk. He was young and handsome. The mountain breeze blew his wide cassock, making him look like a Bodhisattva Jade Buddha riding the wind. In an instant, the dog-killing gang members who rushed in were shocked.
"Amitabha, did the donors enjoy the cakes just now?"
The monk smiled, a smile that was obviously compassionate, but in the eyes of Chen Jing and Liu Erniu, it was full of gloom, and cold sweat and goose bumps appeared on their bodies. It was not just them, the originally passionate bandits were like a small flame encountering a big hail, and their passion was extinguished by a single word.
"Stinky monk, stop telling lies to confuse the people. I don't believe you can do anything with such a thin cake." Chen Jing shouted, but his feet did not move at all. He did not notice that this was the nth time they were blocked since they came to the temple. Morale is a thing that will be exhausted after a good start. This is a famous saying by the famous military theorist Master Cao Gui. It has been tested for thousands of years and is irrefutable. How can the butcher gang have any special skills? So although Chen Jing's shouting was full of energy at this moment, the morale of the butcher gang was already extremely low.
"Is there any trick? Please press the Dan Zhong acupoint hard, and you will know when the time comes." The monk still smiled calmly, but he was already worried: Will the trick used by the Crown Prince's wife work? Pressing the Dan Zhong acupoint hard, it hurts even if it's okay, who wouldn't understand this truth?
Sure enough, Chen Jing and the members of the Dog Slaughter Gang did not dare to joke with their lives. Upon hearing this, they all pressed hard on Tan Zhong Xue. Although they were of mixed elements, since they had formed a gang, they had to know the most basic knowledge of martial arts. So no one needed others to tell them where Tan Zhong Xue was. They all did it themselves. The next moment, there were screams of pain, and Chen Jing, the leader of the Dog Slaughter Gang, broke out in cold sweat, a small part from the pain and a large part from the fear.
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