You rascal, stop right there!

As soon as the young waiter Pei Yi left, Bai Wan promised Monk Pu En to paint murals for the main hall of his temple.

Not only that, he also promised that in five days at most and three days at least, he would create a masterpiece for Shanhua Temple that would be famous for thousands of years and shock Xuanli.

However, he has a few conditions:

Even the main hall is not allowed to be disturbed by outsiders. No pilgrims are allowed during these days, and other monks are not allowed to approach.

The kitchen could only hire someone to prepare Daqing's meals for him.

He also had to send a few monks out of the city every day to help him buy the freshest white sugar cakes from the horse merchants in Daqing.

……

All in all, there are a lot of problems with eating, drinking, defecating and urinating.

Despite such harsh requirements, Monk Puen still agreed!

He was really eager to paint.

As long as Han Miaoran was willing to paint for him, he would stay in Shanhua Temple for the rest of his life and have all the monks serve him.

So, after Bai Wulai took over the painting, he naturally set up a bed, placed a table, and brought a stove in the main hall of Shanhua Temple.

The four treasures of the study were scattered all over the floor, all of them were extremely valuable.

He ate chicken legs and roasted them by the fire in front of the big Buddha statue in Xuanliguo Temple.

He even cursed: "A golden Buddha statue, a thousand sufferings and blood, he says he will save all living beings, but his mouth contains thousands of ups and downs."

"It's ridiculous! It's ridiculous!"

Then he drank.

He obviously can't hold his liquor, but everyone who knows him knows that he gets drunk and crazy after just one drink.

But Puen and the other monks didn’t know!

They really sent us jars of good wine, including Kunlun wine, Lansheng wine, and Piao Lao wine.

Then, Bai Wan ate and drank well and got drunk.

He smashed the statues in the temple to pieces, and then fell asleep on the mat when he was drunk.

One day, two days, three days...

The monks in the temple all did as he asked.

However, when Puen sent people to take a look secretly, he discovered that the painting saint had not made a single stroke and all the small statues were smashed.

He eats, drinks, and gets drunk every day, wanders around the temple, but he never paints!

Pun was really anxious when he learned that the wall was empty.

The grand sacrificial ceremony before the national teacher goes to war is about to begin, and this mural must be unveiled before that day and become famous throughout the world.

In response, Bai Wan cursed out loudly, "If you hadn't sent someone to interrupt and peek, how could you have disturbed my ingenuity! These little statues are too vulgar, I suggest you reshape them!"

The bad guys complain first!

Pun had no choice but to frown and apologize repeatedly.

Rumor has it that Han Miaoran is a heretic and is capable of doing anything absurd.

In order to appease him, Pu En once again invited the young prostitute Pei Yi to the temple, and even arranged for a bunch of beautiful prostitutes named Nan Feng to stay with him.

Bai Wan lived up to everyone's expectations and kept these young men one after another.

It is a nice temple with all kinds of music, including playing musical instruments and singing.

The monks didn't want to watch, nor did they dare to listen.

In addition to the previous ban issued by the host, no one dared to bother this bad-tempered painting master anymore.

Until the night of the fifth day.

The moon is dark and the wind is high.

Torrential rain.

Shanhua Temple suddenly caught fire, and extremely serious explosions and fires occurred.

Almost every temple was engulfed by fiery snakes and was blazing with flames.

The sound of thunder and rain, accompanied by black smoke and flames, made the entire Shanhua Temple look like a sea of fire.

The guards at the north gate next to Shanhua Temple stopped and immediately sent people down the city to inquire about the cause of the fire after seeing the fire.

Because the area was full of warrior monks from Shanhua Temple, all of them were strong and muscular, had excellent martial arts skills, and were not subject to the control of the court.

Therefore, there were not many guards guarding the wall of Xingling city gate, only ten people.

The two countries are in confrontation.

The city gates are closed at 3:15 pm and opened at 1:15 pm.

The curfew is strict and people are not allowed in or out easily. In fact, there are really not many people here.

However, the monks from Shanhua Temple are an exception.

These days, several monks from Shanhua Temple go out to buy things every day, which makes the guards a little impatient.

They couldn't stand these bald donkeys who acted so high and mighty on a daily basis, and were always looked down upon every time they checked the incoming and outgoing documents.

The rain is even more unbearable, and it is very troublesome to lower and raise the suspension bridge.

On this day, there was no performance at all, and the guards were too lazy to pull up the drawbridge.

At this moment, the monks all returned to the temple to put out the fire. There were loud gongs and drums around, dust and black smoke, and it seemed that there were war horses shouting and fighting.

Then, there were headless people floating in the rain, one row after another.

This sound did not sound ordinary, but rather that of a strong enemy army coming to cause trouble.

It was like countless evil spirits appeared from hell, coming to collect debts from them!

The guards were horrified.

At this moment, the "monk" who had been lying in ambush nearby knocked the soldiers unconscious one after another.

In fact, these headless people were 20,000 captives and refugees of Xuanli.

They followed the previously dug underground city secret passage all the way out. Wearing black cloth hoods, they were led out of the city by Ling Shumo and others.

Horse merchant Qin Mo had already prepared some horses and carriages, and urged these people to hurry to the dock.

Not far from the pier, you can vaguely see the fishing boats that the Dingbei Painting Society had already prepared.

Fire, heavy rain, thunder, and a headless man.

When these things are mixed together, it seems like the appearance of evil spirits sent down from hell.

Outside the city, not far from the dock, people from Daqing began to board the boats in rows, with 100 people on a boat. After crossing the river, they would reach their motherland.

Xuanli trusted the martial monks of Shanhua Temple too much, and the officers and soldiers he sent to garrison the border were only a thousand men, who were no match for the Zhengzhou army's one-on-a-hundred force.

In addition, Bai Wan deliberately asked the monks of Shanhua Temple to stay in the temple and hold everyone back, so it would take a while for them to react.

Tens of thousands of refugees crossed the river one after another at an extremely fast speed.

The elderly and children who cannot run will be protected by a few people and carried on horseback, without any delay.

Ling Shumo looked at the wonderful scene before him, and suddenly the words Bai Wan had said to him before appeared in his mind:

"I want to rescue all of Xuanli's Daqing captives!"

Now, this has really come true.

This kind of thing that I thought was beyond my ability and unbelievable before actually succeeded!