You rascal, stop right there!

In fact, whether among the common people or the royal family, Han Miaoran was more respected than the other two saints because his paintings were too self-centered and unique.

Ling Shumo's mind is basically focused on official documents and calligraphy, so his paintings have rhythm but are lacking.

Luo Wenqi has been running a business for many years to make money, in order to tell more stories in his paintings, so the paintings focus more on business rather than rhyme.

Only Han Miaoran, whose mind was filled with only painting, painted for its own sake. He was naturally unconventional, well-versed in the art of brushwork, and boldly detached from the mundane.

As a result, his reputation among the powerful and influential painting circles was already very great before he changed his pseudonym to Bai Wan.

Not to mention that after his "resurrection from the dead", his reputation among the people gradually increased, and everyone from officials to the public regarded him as an unprecedented painter.

Among the Three Saints, there are even more people whose paintings are collected at high prices, who pay huge sums of money to ask for their paintings, and who offer gold, silver and jewelry to ask them to paint.

There were even fools who presented his fake calligraphy and paintings as tribute in exchange for official titles, and were deceived by paying a large sum of money.

Now, it is even more unexpected!

Monks, who are supposed to be free of obsessions, still have such worldly thoughts and attachments.

"Does this old monk like my paintings?"

Bai Wan smiled deeply: "Are you really that persistent?"

Jueyuan hinted at something: "A few days ago, I witnessed with my own eyes that a beggar was severely injured by a martial monk who stole your painting 'Returning Picture' from him."

"They say...they say there's new writing on it, but it's inconsistent and there's no market for it!"

"This……"

Bai Wan stopped smiling and turned pale.

Silence, speechless.

I've heard of people arguing over his paintings, committing fraud, stealing, and even forging and creating fakes.

This is the first time I heard that someone killed someone for his painting.

"What happened after the beggar was seriously injured?"

Jueyuan lowered his head even lower, not daring to look at the other person, his frightened expression was like thunder in front of his face.

Many of those monks were once masters of murder, robbery, and looting.

"How could a beggar like me possibly withstand the kicks and blows of a martial monk? Of course... naturally..."

The man was, of course, beaten to death.

Moreover, the skin and bones of the body were made into ritual instruments, and the head was used as a sacrifice. The scene was chilling.

In Xuanli, Buddhism is the state religion, which is completely different from Buddhism in Daqing.

It is very common here to beat one's own monks to death, and killing unrelated people can even be called Buddhist salvation, and to use human flesh and blood for sacrifice.

The reason why the Xuanli royal family was so cruel and the archery banquet and the Tzu Chi Institute's invasion were so absurd was largely due to the influence of domestic Buddhist forces.

Bai Wan's body trembled, and then he immediately laughed lightly in anger.

That's it again!

Boren died because of him.

If he hadn't filled in those entries that day, would that person have avoided this disaster?

My heart suddenly became confused and I couldn't help but shiver.

What's the point of collecting as much as possible by any means for someone who doesn't understand the heart and meaning of his paintings?

"You've been in the temple for so long. If it's convenient, could you describe the interior?"

Bai Wan's lips trembled as she asked softly.

Jueyuan shrugged: "Okay!"

As a result, Bai Wan worked hard that night to draw. Based on the map of Xingling City given by Ling Shumo and Jueyuan's description, he drew the internal structure of Shanhua Temple and the external scenes.

He just felt that it was all the fault of the monks in Shanhua Temple.

Bai Wan identified them one by one based on the description and his previous understanding of distance and quantity when he was blind.

He actually made it overnight!

It happened that Guo Yuanmin and Chen Xingyi got the painting and were extremely surprised.

They hadn't been in Xuanli for long, and it wasn't easy to sneak into the temple. This kind of map happened to contain a lot of details, and the annotations were very clear.

Xuanli Xingling City is surrounded by a moat that is inaccessible.

The two tasks of assassinating the imperial teacher and transporting refugees out of the city now have the same end.

In short, the underground city's passage is located underground near Shanhua Temple, so there must be an exit nearby.

However, where this exit is remains to be discussed.

Just as the two were thinking about it.

"Snap!"

The person next to me falls down when his pen stops.

Bai Wan collapsed directly onto the wooden bed and refused to get up.

After a day of hard work digging and painting at night, he was so exhausted that he had to be carried to his bed to rest.

On the other side, on the outskirts of Xuanli North City.

The mountains and forests are filled with a cold and eerie light.

Several people with pigtails dressed in cloth and dressed as Xuanli people stood aside.

Ling Shumo and one of the leaders with big braids stood side by side, looking at Shanhua Temple on the hill in the distance.

"Brother Zichen, Brother Yuebai has used up almost half of the Dingbei Painting Society's funds to prepare the ship. Xuanli has already sent a number of people to capture him. Kill him as soon as possible!"

"Furthermore, his previous "Caizhou Lengsheng Night Banquet" caused the property confiscations of many of Daying's former officials. Some people throughout Daqing secretly didn't want him to return to the country and sent people to intercept him at the border!"

"Both sides want him dead! Tell me, what is a painter like him doing?"

The leader shook his head and spoke earnestly.

Ling Shumo quietly waved his sleeves: "Brother Qin, I have participated in all of what you said. I used to be a painter, and now I am also involved in it!"

His tone was obviously humble and appropriate, gentle as jade, but it made people feel a little intimidated and unable to refute.

Qin Mo noticed the coldness of the person opposite him and his expression suddenly changed.

"That's not what I meant! But even if I prepared horses, rations, and ash bottles, the walls here are strong and well-guarded. The moat is sixty-six meters wide. How could I possibly fill it and transport ten thousand people out of the city in five days?"

What he wanted to say more was that even if he was a horse trader proficient in water transportation, he could not ensure that the ship carrying tens of thousands of refugees would not be discovered and would easily float downstream.

If it were really that easy, Qian Daying would have occupied Xuanli long ago.

"Unless, the monks at Shanhua Temple have gone crazy. They help the guards at the north city gate open the gate, lower the drawbridge for a few days, and turn a blind eye to people crossing the bridge."

But how is this possible? !

In five days, even if we cook like dumplings, we still can’t process 20,000 people!

Qin Mo curled his lips.

Ling Shumo looked up at him, still dignified and modest, and said helplessly:

"Brother Qin, don't worry about this matter! I came to ask for your help this time because we are both from Daqing. You can't bear to let the captives stay in Xuanli any longer!"

Tsk!

Qin Mo stamped his feet, stepped forward and said to Ling Shumo: "It's not that I don't want to, it's just..."

Seeing that the man looked conflicted, Ling Shumo handed him a scroll helplessly.

"Abai and I gave it to you with our personal seal. It's worth your next shipment of grain."

"Also, we will help you find your wife and daughter among the captives in the dungeon so that you can be reunited as a family."

"Okay!" Qin Mo was reluctant but then grabbed it directly.

He held the scroll in one hand and read it, and after finishing reading, he gently patted this masterpiece that was probably priceless.

"Do everything according to your plan!"

Righteous and awe-inspiring——

He had to help transport people because the Dingbei Painting Society owed a favor to the Mo Ran Shuangjie.

It was also because Xuanli was now arresting people from Daqing on a large scale, preventing everyone from doing business and living properly, so he had to agree.

It is definitely not because of national justice, self-sacrifice, or family harmony.

I'm just a profiteer, not that kind-hearted!

Anyway, if I get caught, I'll just lose my life. I can be a hero again in eighteen years.