You rascal, stop right there!

now.

Since the painting saint Han Miaoran used his own name as a banner, he became the backbone of the "underground city" in Xuanli.

These people from Daqing were so surprised to learn that the painting saint Han Miaoran was digging soil with them and even wanted them to bring some back to their country.

The Daqing refugees who had some knowledge of painting and were educated were all delighted.

Some people also ridiculed him, questioning whether he was a "weak scholar" and a mere painter. He was too desperate to get involved in the quagmire.

What does this person want?

However, this could not stop Bai Wan, a Daqing native, from pulling Xuan Li, who was surrounded by danger, to a safe place.

As a result, the originally loose organization became cohesive and promoted, and the morale of survival was even stronger.

Bai Wan often wears a cotton jacket when walking through the Xuanli underground city.

He accompanied everyone in digging the tunnel, and he was having a lot of fun working with a small shovel in his hand.

As the saying goes, the more dirt and filth there is around you, the more true feelings there will be in your heart.

These days, the six subjects' daily exercises and the pink booklets are filled with everyone's sincere and spiritual thoughts.

Compared with other painters and literati, he preferred to stay with beggars, refugees, peddlers, etc.

Phew! Phew!

Wang Zhi was pushing the cart beside him.

"Brother Bai, since you became our leader, everyone thought we wouldn't be able to hold out for more than a few days. Unexpectedly, many righteous men were willing to give us their all, hiring doctors, distributing food, and even getting boats to save our lives."

"Maybe..." Bai Wan muttered to herself.

Although the Dingbei Painting Society can be self-sufficient by operating tabloids, it is still clear how much its reputation is worth.

Some people did sacrifice themselves for the sake of Han Miaoran's name.

But there are also people who don't really have a change of heart and do good things for the people, they just want to gain favors or paintings.

Thinking of this, I felt a blockage in my chest and coughed twice in panic.

Cough! Cough——

Wang Zhi quickly helped the man up and handed him the hand warmer: "Brother Bai, please go up quickly. Didn't Brother Ling tell you not to come to the city to dig at night?"

But remember, Ling Shumo told the painter that he was very afraid of cold and it was very cold underground and he couldn't stay there for long.

"You look down on me?"

Bai Wan narrowed his eyes and just as he picked up the shovel, he noticed a woman and a young man not far away carrying baskets of soil and sending them out.

There is indeed more dirt in the person's basket than in himself.

I didn't want to lose to others so I ignored them and just kept moving forward.

I wrapped my coat around myself and thought about my steps. I watched the man next to me walk by with dirt on his hands.

"Han Huasheng, since you are just a scholar, it would be fine if you just stayed at the door to distribute porridge, but why are you digging the soil with us?" said the bitter-faced aunt next to him.

"Hey, I'm not a scholar. You don't have to call me the Painting Saint anymore. You can call me Ah Bai, Xiao Wan, or Yue Bai. If that doesn't work, you can call me Boss..."

Bai Wan smiled as he looked at the woman whose face was covered in dirt and sand. The skinny young man next to her was stunned for a moment.

He took out a piece of cake from his waist and handed it over.

"You're so skinny, this is for you!"

The boy, who looked no more than twelve or thirteen years old, trembled, barely raised his head to look at the people, and hesitated to take it.

Bai Wan directly picked up a small piece of white sugar cake and fed it into the other person's mouth. After that, he patted the other person's shoulder.

The boy's mouth tasted sweet, with the crumbs of the pastry still covered in dust, and his eyes widened.

He had never eaten anything so delicious.

"Yue... Yuebai, this child has never eaten pastries before. Thank you so much."

Aunt Bitter Melon really couldn't come up with any nickname for the Painting Saint, so she could only reluctantly call him Yuebai.

"No, no, no, it's just that he's too thin. I always feel like he's watching me begging as a kid. It's really uncomfortable."

After saying this, he groaned and put down the shovel in his hand with a melancholy look.

Two hours later.

Bai Wan and everyone else pushed the soil forward, and according to the map given by Ling Shumo, they gradually reached the underground of Shanhua Temple.

I couldn't bear the cold any more, so I sat down slightly against the wall.

Seeing men, women, young and old all around, digging hard, maybe they could escape the country...

But, there is a lack of opportunity...

I'm really tired, close my eyes for a while.

I seemed to hear some whispers in my ears, and when I opened my eyes in a daze, I saw a bald face standing in front of me.

The bald man looked him left and right, up and down, even trying to reach out and pinch his face, mumbling something...

The face was too close, and Bai Wan punched the man, making his cheeks red.

With a half-smile: "I don't have extra eyes and nose!"

The bald man opposite was so scared that he took a step back and quickly stood up to cover his right cheek.

"Are you really the painting saint Han Miaoran?"

"If you have something to say, just say it!"

Bai Wan said, while pulling her coat closer and moving away from the cold wall.

The bald man's face seemed to freeze, and he looked at his face in shock.

After a long while, the man finally looked surprised.

"I used to be Fahao Jueyuan, a monk from Shanhua Temple. When I was abducted by Xuanli, I wanted to beg for food. I didn't expect to be discovered and driven out, so I ended up in the underground city."

Bai Wan looked at him weakly, not understanding the point of this person bringing up these things.

He sighed, "Oh, and then?"

This……

Jueyuan hesitated and trembled, "Is Han Huasheng really helping us return home? Does he have any other selfish motives? Like wanting to suffocate us to death somewhere in the passage to make human pills?"

It would have been better if he hadn't said this, but it felt like he was going to die.

Bai Wan never expected that there would be such misunderstandings and rumors in the dungeon.

He bought a boat and gathered people to take responsibility, risking public criticism and being assassinated at any time, and yet there are still people who think this way.

Then, Bai Wan bared his teeth and said seriously, "Do I look like someone who is hypocritical and malicious?"

The bald man opposite paused and shook his head suddenly: "Not like that. He gives out porridge every day, digs the soil, and compiles our portraits. But..."

So, this person thought about the possibility of this matter seriously and spoke after some hesitation.

The abbot of Xuanli Shanhua Temple, Monk Pu'en, is vain, greedy, and lustful. He is a shameless person with a hypocritical appearance.

He said: "Buddhism only saves the rich, and does not open the door to ordinary beggars. If you put down your butcher knife, you will become a Buddha, and there will be no punishment for your mistakes in this life."

It really makes people complain...

However, this monk was very fond of Han Miaoran's paintings and began collecting them since he persuaded Emperor Qing to avoid demolishing Qingliang Temple with his murals.

He even went to such extremes that he became obsessed with stealing and buying paintings.

Pu En set up a special painting room in the temple, which is filled with Han Miaoran's paintings that he had collected with great effort over the years.

Not only that, there is also a portrait of Han Miaoran himself.

Jueyuan had the good fortune to see how the painting room was meticulously cleaned, and how the paintings were framed and polished.

Incredible...

"I thought Han Huasheng and Pu En of Xuanli Shanhua Temple were old acquaintances. He is nothing but a piece of shit!"

The bald man sighed and shook his head several times.

"really?!"

Bai Wan smacked his lips repeatedly.