You rascal, stop right there!

So much happened that night.

Except for the main hall, everything else in Shanhua Temple was burned down, and the abbot, the evil monk Pu'en, and hundreds of monks were killed.

Tens of thousands of Daqing refugees crossed the river and returned home, escaping massacre and displacement.

Bai Wan fulfilled his promise and he and a group of people worked together to accomplish this impossible task.

early morning.

Many people living nearby went to see the blackened and burnt-out Shanhua Temple.

The painting of Hell on the wall of the main hall quickly caught people's attention.

Especially the description of the painful and miserable conditions in hell, where the Avici Hell is being hammered and chiseled, is so chilling that it makes people shudder and break out in cold sweats.

They finally saw what hell looked like as described by Buddhism.

Everyone was talking about it.

"Is this divine punishment?"

"Is this the eighteen levels of torture in Avici Hell?"

"So he committed so many evil things in his life that he was tortured so miserably after his death!"

"I don't want to be as miserable as the monks in Shanhua Temple!"

……

The sounds gradually became more complex and more eerie.

The butchers, fishermen, monks with bloody hands, and palace soldiers were sweating profusely and fell to the ground in fear after seeing this.

The painting clearly does not mention Xuanli and Shanhua Temple by name.

However, those who knew what Shanhua Temple had done laughed at this retribution on the spot.

Last night there was heavy rain, deafening thunder, and the temple was on fire.

However, the local people have only heard about the retribution of evildoers since then, the burning of evil temples, and the roaming of the night by thousands of headless ghosts.

The legendary Han Miaoran seemed like a painting saint sent down from heaven by God, and he was truly the one that the people wanted.

The few monks who were still alive in the temple knew that the mural was painted by Han Miaoran. When they saw the two corpses lying next to it, they immediately looked around for people.

They even wanted to check the secret passage, but unfortunately the underground had collapsed long ago!

The century-old underground palace of Shanhua Temple was shattered to pieces.

They could no longer find anyone.

……

Imperial Prefecture.

Gu Yang fell silent when he learned what happened in Shanhua Temple.

The pre-war sacrificial ceremony cannot be held!

Not only are the Daqing captives gone, but the lower-level Xuanli people are also beginning to get out of control.

Everything seems to be related to the painting saint Han Miaoran!

It seems that such a blatant change is difficult to be used for one's own benefit.

Such talent, such influence.

Gu Yang snorted coldly and stared at the ruins and the fire scene in the distance outside the window.

"Jili, give the order. This sacrificial ceremony will be moved to the Wenqing Mountain Altar!"

The adopted son, standing alone, said anxiously, "Han Miaoran's body hasn't been found. I really don't know if he's dead or not!"

As soon as that man entered Shanhua Temple, he destroyed its century-old foundation. Who would believe that he had nothing to do with it?

The "Picture of Hell" painting by Saint Qi Ling is simply the devil coming to the world.

Gu Yang laughed: "If it were that easy, he would have died when he was fifteen."

Back then, he had seen Han Miaoran, who was only twelve years old and was selected by the emperor to enter the painting academy.

Such a genius, a nine-life evil ghost, was able to achieve nirvana and rebirth in the face of so many adversities, which was beyond the reach of ordinary people.

If I hadn't known him for so many years, I wouldn't have believed that such people existed.

The adopted son stood alone and looked at him, distracted, as if he was worried about something.

"Godfather seems to know him very well?"

Gu Yang said: "I don't understand, no one can understand such a freak!"

"We still have to look for him again and then kill him!"

Gu Yang shook his head repeatedly and said admonishingly, "He has a huge influence on the world's literati, and he has the Dingbei Painting Society and Daqing behind him."

"The people of the Three Kingdoms are watching. How will the world view us if we do this?"

It would have been impossible for him alone to get so many prisoners out of the city and destroy Shanhua Temple.

Those who participated in this plan must have great faith in Han Miaoran's character and influence.

Killing him openly might cause greater unrest?

Afterwards, he sighed lightly.

The former Sansheng of Daying Painting Academy set up the Dingbei Painting Society, and with the publication of the "Tabloid", it has a huge influence from everyone from the powerful to the common people.

Lingyu's Princess Dianyang and all the literati from high to low also loved his paintings very much and paid close attention to them.

Not to mention that Emperor Qing himself was an old acquaintance who had joined him in the uprising.

This kind of people are the most troublesome in this world!

It is easy to kill Han Miaoran, but it is difficult to gain the loyalty of such a person.

If he hadn't always wanted to win him over, how could he have let him live for so many years!

"That……"

I am a little confused when I am alone.

Can’t find it, can’t kill it, can’t destroy it!

This man changed his name to Cat Demon Monk, and got the Nine-Life Painting Saint!

Gu Yang stood up and opened the window, only to find the pitch-black Buddhist temple buildings in the distance irritating.

Xuanli respects religion and even destroyed Shanhua Temple. I am afraid it will be impossible to subdue him forever.

"It would be great if Han Miaoran was from Xuanli."