You rascal, stop right there!

Next, Bai Wan witnessed what obsession was and what was ridiculous.

Pu En, an old monk who killed people without blinking an eye in Xuanli, respectfully took him to visit the temple.

The once good Sutra Repository was converted into a Painting Repository, dedicated to collecting his own paintings.

Han Miaoran's paintings are worth a fortune. In the early days, most of them were kept in the Royal Painting Academy of Daying, but now almost all of them are gathered here.

Then, during the war in Dingzhou, many relics were left behind by the people and were all sent here one by one.

There were actually more than fifty pictures in total, which was more than Ling Shumo had collected, which was jaw-dropping.

He collected Han Miaoran's works from everywhere and preserved them carefully, often staying in the painting pavilion for several hours to appreciate them repeatedly.

Moreover, ordinary people are not allowed to enter the painting pavilion.

In particular, he also said that he often copied his own paintings, and if he was not satisfied with them, he would burn them into ashes and then mix them with honey and eat them.

It's a beautiful name, and even if it has been stained with Han Miaoran's image, it can't be given up.

Bai Wan looked at Pun saying these things complacently, and the corners of his lips trembled slightly.

His silence is better than anything else.

Over the years, I have seen many of his paintings. Most of them were painted by him, traveling through mountains and rivers, sleeping in the open air, to find his whereabouts.

If we meet, he would make friends and paint a picture for us if he wanted to, but nothing else would be too much.

If you don’t meet him, try another place to see if he is willing to reveal his whereabouts.

This is the first time I've seen someone copy his paintings and then burn them to ashes and eat them. He seems like a pervert.

"Master Han, how about staying in the east wing today? We have prepared your favorite white sugar cakes and various snacks for dinner, Daqing Caizhou tofu pudding and shredded chicken noodles, stewed bean curd, etc."

Pun's smile was flattering, earnest and polite.

The obese body shook again and again, and the wrinkles on the face were full of grooves, every one of which showed good fortune.

Bai Wan sighed and closed her eyes.

It's outrageous that preferences are investigated so carefully that Buddhists can even eat meat.

Seeing that Bai Wan didn't answer, his smile suddenly stopped: "Master Han, are you not satisfied?"

Bai Wanpi smiled wryly, "Thank you so much, Master Pu'en and Shanhua Temple, for saving my life today. Sorry to bother you!"

This made the other party freeze.

An indescribable smile appeared on Pun's obese face.

"As long as Painter Han is satisfied!"

Bai Wan shuddered all over, feeling that the smile was weird.

He couldn't eat a single bite of the dinner at Shanhua Temple.

There were more than twenty plates on the table, but the people in the dungeon were all eating bran buns and porridge.

This is not flattery, it is clearly reminding him of the two extremes, which is extremely cruel.

So, Bai Wan could only leave one bowl of noodles and eat it while suppressing his nausea.

Don't waste food...

"Master Han, is this all you're going to eat today?"

"Ah."

Bai Wan replied helplessly.

"Okay then. I'll quickly take this bowl to the chef."

The little monk opposite quickly picked up the bowl and wanted to go out excitedly.

"what?"

Before the person who had finished eating realized what was happening, the other person had already walked away.

The abbot's room in Shanhua Temple.

The young monk Guangxiao had already walked in front of Puen, facing him, and placed the bowl directly on the table.

He looked at the old bald man in his sixties in disbelief as he just picked up the bowl and started drinking.

That was the leftover noodle soup from Bai Wan, which should have been thrown away.

But at the moment, Puen did not feel that he was out of place, so he just picked up the bowl, held it with his palm and fingers, and traced it carefully.

"The bowls and chopsticks used by Han Huashi, and the leftover noodle soup!"

He was smiling and looked very pleased with himself.

He even drank up all the remaining soup at the bottom of the bowl, almost as if he was showing off.

"..."

Disciple Guang Xiao was stunned. He never expected that his master would be so perverted just to satisfy his own selfish desires.

For a high-ranking monk like Xuanli, such behavior was really beneath his dignity, but he did not dare to dissuade him rashly.

After all, there are still many people outside the temple waiting to see when Han Miaoran will come out to visit, so as to ask for a painting or to become his disciple.

Some people have even started to plan to pick up the garbage thrown away by the temple every day to see if they can find one or two drafts that Han Miaoyan didn't want.

Guangxiao didn't understand painting, and even less so, he didn't understand this kind of obsession.

He treated all of them as fools, including his own master.

At this time, Pu En was thinking and seemed to be very conflicted:

"From now on, when you go to Master Han's room to clean, remember to take away his unwanted things, and bring everything you can to me."

What don’t you want?

It was nothing more than leftover food, used tableware, writing brushes, inkstones, and even clean sheets and quilts...

Alas--

Guang Xiao rolled his eyes silently in disdain.

"Yes, Master."

He still responded honestly.

Before leaving, this perverted and enlightened monk seemed a little worried.

"Guangxiao, there's a wall behind the main hall of my temple that I've always wanted to have a unique mural on. I wonder how we can get Master Han to paint it for us?"

It is already a rare opportunity for him to come, how can I convince him to paint for me?

Money can’t buy the kind of painter who refuses to compromise even with a knife at his neck!

Many people came to him to ask for his paintings, and Han Miaoran always gave him paintings according to his mood.

Although he now clearly marks the price of his paintings, he actually gives them away for free if he likes them. As for those who are unwilling to paint, he remains unmoved by money or beautiful women.

"Master, why don't we try everything?"

Guang Xiao comforted him.