You rascal, stop right there!

Then he bowed.

"Brother Wang, thank you so much for saving me and taking care of me this time. I am deeply grateful for your kindness. After this, we will go our separate ways."

"What are you doing?!"

Wang Zhi held the man down, really puzzled.

Suddenly, the voice of perseverance interrupted him.

"Our two countries are sworn enemies, and war is inevitable... We shouldn't get too involved..."

Bai Wan looked like a gentleman, bowing and saluting.

No one said anything more, they could only stare and sigh.

Transporting prisoners is still a good thing, but if Master Xuanli dies, it will cause civil strife in Xuanli.

By then, Daqing will surely be invaded by force, and no one will be able to stop it.

Friendship is friendship, but we are not all the same kind of people after all.

Bai Wan was very grateful to these Xuanli people for helping build the underground city and saving the lives of so many captives.

However, Gu Yang had been a spy for forty years, directly and indirectly killing so many people from Daying and Daqing, and he had to pay for it in the end.

The two countries are in confrontation, and the situation has no solution.

There was a cold light in the eyes of several people, and a bit of pity...

Then Bai Wan picked up her chalk book and wrote with her pen, "Tell me the names and faces of all of you, and I'll write them down."

This was the only way he could think of.

Write it down, and let the world remember that these Xuanli people once helped Daqing, and let the border troops do their best to save these people's lives when they enter.

Perhaps, my paintings cannot influence people's hearts in that way.

But, you have to give it a try.

The king sighed inwardly: "Master Han, why are you doing this?"

"If one day Xuanli is destroyed, it can only be said that it has reached its end. To be frank, we don't care who the emperor is, who the imperial preceptor is, or how many monks have died in the temple. Nothing is more important than having enough to eat."

Wang Zhi was unable to scratch himself in a sloppy manner like before. He just looked up to the sky and sighed, stating calmly.

Taxes were still forced to be paid, women were still forced to go abroad, and people were starving and naked.

What does it matter who is in power?

Looking at him, Bai Wan suddenly felt a little pity for him.

Daying back then and Xuanli now were in the same situation, and they both knew how to revolt.

However, those who were influenced by the state religion could only wonder whether the bark was fresh tonight and whether they could still be offered to the Buddha and the state teacher.

"What do you think of Xuanli's Guyang Imperial Master?"

Wang Zhi scratched his head. "He is the Imperial Master, the one designated as the Buddha Child by the previous Imperial Master. He was born with a noble status and pure bloodline. He is different from us lowly ants."

This understanding came from nowhere, and everyone in Xuanli believed it.

Why is it born lowly?

What does it mean to be born noble?

It's absolutely ridiculous.

"What if he dies?"

When these words were spoken, everyone was stunned.

It seemed that he could see the embarrassment on Wang Zhi's face and he was speechless.

Seeing this, Bai Wan curled the corners of his lips and slapped his face.

"I've spoken out of turn. You treat it as nonsense. I'm just a scoundrel who can't speak!"

His smile strangely eased the awkwardness.

Wang Zhi was surprised to find that the people from Daqing he knew, including Bai Wan and Ling Shumo, were so talented, but they never showed any arrogance or condescension.

"It is my great fortune to have met you all in Daqing. As for the rest, it is fate."

He slowly closed his complicated eyes and clenched his fists.

"I hope we'll meet again in the future!"

Bai Wan was silent. He raised his hand and threw a dice on the ground.

"It's been a long time since I made a bet on big or small!"

"I'm betting big this time. If Big Brother Wang also throws a big one, maybe we'll see each other again!"

After saying that, the dice was covered by the broken bowl, just like when they first met in the beggar's den.

So, Wang Zhi slowly opened the dice in the broken bowl.

The dots were so bright, accompanied by white powder flying—

Only one section remains.

A single red dot...

……

Xuanli, Xingling.

West City civilian area.

There are almost no Daqing people left in the city.

After tens of thousands of captives crossed the river, Imperial Master Gu Yang ordered all the city gates of Xuanli to be strictly closed to prevent the invasion of the Daqing people.

They even sent troops to the border and began to capture and conscript people in large numbers.

If you can’t catch people from Daqing as sacrifices, then catch people from Xuanli and take the sacrifices now!

However, Han Miaoran's "Pictures of Hell" had a huge influence.

The content of this mural was widely spread throughout the city.

This cautionary work, completed overnight, caused a huge uproar.

Add to that torrential rain and thunder and burning, and the people are headless.

All living beings fear the consequences, and are afraid of cause and effect, so they fear sin and change their karma.

They all believed that the painting master Han Miaoran must have been in hell and was guided by the gods to paint this work.

They are afraid of the hellish retribution after death depicted in the paintings.

The butchers, executioners, monks of Shanhua Temple, and soldiers in the city no longer dared to kill after seeing his paintings, and some even changed their careers.

The orders issued by the court began to fall apart layer by layer.

The number of soldiers and soldiers suddenly decreased, and those who had captured the sacrifices gave up one after another and no longer put in their efforts.

Capturing Xuanli people as sacrifices seemed like a joke.

In the end, the Sand Priest only saw a bunch of inexplicable things.

"Is this the sacrifice you found?"

One portion of dog dung, one whole snake skin, soy milk, goat milk, four lamb leg bones, and twenty-seven taro roots.

The snake skin was picked up casually from the roadside, and the sheep leg bones were also weathered in the mountains long ago.

Where are the human skin, bones, blood and heads?

What are the results?

After being stunned for a long time, the subordinate stammered: "We are afraid of going to hell, so we dare not kill, we dare not kill people..."

"You!" Sand Priest glared at them. "Is it because of that 'Picture of Hell'?"

"Master Sha, haven't you seen that mural? Everyone who sees it trembles with fear and dares not kill!"

The young man who stepped forward to answer put away his sword.

They are all men in their early twenties, the time to start a family and build a career.

After seeing such murals of karma, who would not be afraid of dying young and suffering in the eighteen levels of hell after death?

Sha Lei choked suddenly!

Of course, he had seen the painting before.

That was why he did not dare to take action and let the men of the Jingwei Division go to kill people and take things personally, even though he knew about the hellish disaster.

However, Sha Lei could not refute the order given to him by Master Gu Yang.

Should we give up the sacrifice because of a painting?

How ridiculous!

But, but...

Sha Lei had no choice but to say, "Even if we've mixed up the others, what about the six skulls?"

This is the most irreplaceable thing!

"Don't forget, we are the Xuanli people. This sacrifice is to have something to rely on when we go to war with Daqing!"

"What do you mean by not killing? We killed so many people before, what does that mean?"

There was one more thing he didn't say.

Can not killing this time offset the past karma of killing?

Isn’t this ridiculous?

Sha Lei looked at Xuan Li's Jingwei Division in front of him, and then looked at Weixuan Pavilion not far away.

He frowned and sighed incomprehensibly.

The "Pomegranate and Sparrow Painting" left by Han Miaoran in Weixuan Pavilion a few days ago is now very popular.

The entire street was filled with people standing there to watch, attracting neighbors to come and watch and copy.

Some people even live in Weixuan Pavilion just to view paintings.

For a time, he was the most popular person and was even called a god.

There is a saying among the people of Xuanli that "Hell has myriad aspects and the ten major karmas are the retribution", and Han Miaoran is a painter destined by heaven.

Sha Lei thought of that handsome, leisurely and contented man.

This person has such a bright smile...

It’s even more annoying when I think about it!