You rascal, stop right there!

After Monk Guangzong said this, the Imperial Guards worked in unison to open a path.

In Xuanli, religion is more important than the country, and even the royal family has to listen to Shanhua Temple.

There is no room for doubt and no room for negotiation.

If the people of Daqing saw this, they would be shocked. What a monk said could be comparable to an imperial edict.

Bai Wan had never seen such a scene of two rows of monks. It was not a royal parade or the emperor's coronation, but a ceremony to welcome him to the temple.

It's so absurd that it can't be described more.

"You invited someone to visit Shanhua Temple, but I don't think you asked if he agreed?!"

White Pea asked.

The people on the opposite side looked at him as if he was a monster. Being asked to leave by the national temple was better than being beheaded on the spot and imprisoned by the imperial guards.

Nothing to fault.

However, the monks at Shanhua Temple all had their own ideas, and beheading and imprisonment were actually just verbal threats.

Imperial Master Gu Yang and the royal family had issued a wanted order for a long time, but they had no intention of taking Han Miaoran's life.

In general, they were still thinking about how to persuade Han Miaoran to come and paint for Xuan Li, in order to persuade and appease people's hearts.

If he were to join Xuan Li, at least most of the literati, calligraphers and painters in the world would flock to him.

Shanhua Temple just provides a stepping stone.

Upon hearing this, Guang Zongheshang said calmly, "Then would Painter Han be willing to move?"

It was obvious that Bai Wan didn't take the wanted order seriously at all, let alone Shanhua Temple.

He stood still and jokingly said, "Shanhua Temple is so powerful, can they cancel the wanted orders for the Xuanli Daqing people? That way I can feel at ease."

So this was his intention behind his high-profile appearance! He had been planning to use me as a bargaining chip from the very beginning.

Cancel Xuanli's arrest warrant for Daqing people?

absurd!

Who does a painter think he is?

But this person spoke so calmly and seriously, as if he didn't take his own life seriously at all.

There are still seven days until the grand ceremony of worshipping the national teacher.

Guang Zong of Shanhua Temple felt that he was unable to make this decision, so he could only give a few instructions to the young monk beside him.

The little monk mounted his horse, whipped it, and ran.

Time passed extremely quickly and half an hour was gone in a flash.

at dusk.

Finally someone arrived with news.

The abbot of Shanhua Temple actually persuaded the national master Gu Yang to agree to this beyond his ability request.

The order from the visitor meant that as long as painter Han Miaoran was willing to enter Shanhua Temple, they would not arrest people from Daqing anymore.

Bai Wan looked at the decree on the yellow scroll, nodded, and straightened his clothes.

"Let's go——"

At the same time, he gestured to the people on the branches.

Xuan Li would not arrest anyone in public, but that might not be the case in secret. It is normal for them to go back on their words.

It’s just that Bai Wan is willing to gamble his reputation and influence.

At least, it must be true that Pu En of Shanhua Temple is obsessed with his paintings and is willing to lower his bottom line for them.

In less than three days, what happened to him in Xuanli will definitely spread to Daqing, and then it will depend on the reaction of the other side.

Not far away.

Ling Shumo, who was watching everything, was already sweating profusely: "Abai...you asked me to believe you, and I believed it..."

On the other side, Bai Wan smiled at the person on the distant branch as if through telepathy.

His smile was elegant and light, just like the young man on horseback in the snow back then.

Ling Shumo's heart ached.

"Han Miaoran..."

I kept repeating in my mind this name that was destined to be entangled with me for the rest of my life.

Shanhua Temple.

Countless believers kowtowed, and the air was still filled with the scent of burning incense.

Bai Wan was carried here in a sedan chair carried by eight men, which was said to be the most magnificent sedan chair in the entire Xingling Mausoleum.

However, he had always been used to rough treatment, and he just felt dizzy and wanted to vomit at one point.

When we arrived at Shanhua Temple and looked around this bloody and terrifying holy place, we finally understood what a national temple was.

The exterior is magnificent, the walls are inlaid with countless gems and gold, and there are exquisite murals everywhere.

Every brick and every golden pillar here is made from the corpses of Daqing and Xuanli people.

There were even countless human skulls and leg bones piled up like a mountain in the corners of the wall.

The walls are snow-white, and when you get closer you can smell the aroma of milk, which is amazing.

As you enter the main hall, you will see a large golden Buddha statue sitting right in front of you.

Bai Wan raised his head and looked. Those eyes were probably the two small hollow openings in the underground palace they saw when they dug the tunnel.

The half-open and half-closed eyes show a cold and distant look from a high position.

"How much blood and sweat did they have to plunder, and how many people did they starve to death, to build something like this?"

Bai Wan closed her eyes in disdain.

"Master Han! Master Han..."

When I opened my eyes, I saw the old monk with a rosy face walking towards me enthusiastically.

It seemed that Puen had specially washed and dressed himself, and changed into a bright red cassock embellished with gems and woven with gold thread.

The pentagonal piece is strung together with thread, and there are Buddha images on the five sides.

This outfit looks exquisite and solemn at first glance, but too much is as bad as too little.

Bai Wan tried to speak, but she felt that she couldn't laugh in front of such a demonic beast.

"Painter Han?"

Puen saluted earnestly.

At this moment, those eyes were full of respect and admiration, looking at him firmly and deeply.

I felt creepy from being looked at, and got goose bumps all over my body.

Bai Wan couldn't stand his gaze a little: "Pun?"

There was no trace of joy on his face.

"How dare you talk like that? Our master is the abbot of Shanhua Temple and is on equal footing with the Imperial Master. You should at least call him Master Puen. How can you call him by his name?"

Guang Zong shouted.

"Hey--"

Monk Puen raised his hand and pressed it down lightly, revealing an extremely indifferent smile.

"Since Painter Han is willing to address me by my first name, doesn't that mean he values the reputation of Shanhua Temple and wants to get closer to me?"

"Master Han is a highly talented painter, and most people can't even invite him. If it weren't for this opportunity, how could I have the chance to invite him as a guest?"

"From now on, Master Han can just call me by my first name..."

"If Master Han comes to live in this temple permanently, no one in Xuanli will dare to touch a hair on your head!"

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