You rascal, stop right there!

Chapter 288 My parents gave me life, my children know me

That night, Bai Wan fell asleep very late.

A long time later, when he recalled the past, he couldn't help but sigh: "I will rely on this in the future." Everyone sighed again and again about this legendary story of insight.

Now, there is only one bed in the thatched hut, which is not enough to sleep.

Bai Wan and Ling Shumo simply put the wooden table together at the head of the bed to make a bed, which was barely enough for sleeping.

Looking at the two people who suddenly appeared, one person felt complicated.

This simple house is really crowded.

The pink album on the bedside table is filled with sketches. At first glance, it looks huge, and it is a collection of ideas that have been repeatedly polished.

Bai Wan looked at the little monk and Cheng Su who had already fallen asleep, and secretly moved the stool.

His eyes were filled with worry and confusion: "Come to think of it, some people in this world have no choice but to become a monk."

Ling Shumo hugged him: "Law and reason make you feel that you shouldn't care, but out of friendship, you can't give up this life-saving grace."

White Pea was silent.

He looked at the man in front of him and expressed his thoughts, with a helpless expression on his face.

If I hadn't always painted those sad and angry works, my life wouldn't have been so bumpy and I wouldn't have been so conceited.

Now, he can only rely on the pen in his hand and do his best.

"No, you overestimated it." Bai Wan grabbed the hair of the person opposite him with a playful smile.

"I just think the new painting is good, so I'll give it a try. I don't intend to take any responsibility at all!"

"I am not a good person," he said quietly.

Ling Shumo held his forehead with his hand and smiled faintly: "If you say so, then say so!"

After saying that, Bai Wan leaned his tired hands against the table and lay down casually, not caring about anything else.

After thinking too much, he lightly brushed his cloth gown.

Looking at this person, Ling Shumo called out softly, "Abai, you sleep in the innermost. Okay?"

"good --"

The man felt his hand was wrapped by something and responded in a daze.

Bai Wan indeed did not notice that Ling Shumo deliberately separated him from the others and blocked them from resting even close to them.

After taking a long breath, not even a strand of hair touched anyone else...

The dormitory bed was small to begin with, and Ling Shumo unconsciously rubbed the calluses on the hands of the person next to him. He slowly closed his eyes only after making sure that the person was asleep.

The next day, Bai Wan and the little monk returned to Qingliang Temple. Ling Shumo followed them, and before he could say anything more, everything in front of him became clear.

The entire Qingliang Temple seemed to be out of control...

"this is mine!"

"That lamp is mine!"

"This wooden fish is mine..."

……

A group of monks were scattered all over the place, constantly moving valuable items from the temple.

"I was ordained before you...you can't compete with me!"

There were even reports of quarrels and fights caused by disputes!

The so-called Buddhism is not a peaceful place.

They didn't know where the news came from, but they started scrambling for it in advance for fear of being at a disadvantage. This scene happened in front of the Guanyin statue.

Bai Wan and Ling Shumo stood at the gate, looking sideways at the bald monks or people practicing with untied hair who were hurriedly running away from them.

They all had complicated expressions and remained silent, unable to explain what they were feeling.

"Go away! Go away!"

One of the bald monks pushed Bai Wan away, holding a scroll in his hand and Buddhist beads around his neck, his hands were full.

He approached forcefully and was grabbed by Bai Wan's collar.

Bai Wan looked at the scroll from top to bottom and even spread out a page.

"Well, you even stole the calligraphy and painting sketches of Zichen and me. What kind of monk are you? You are so bold!"

Bai Wan laughed viciously. He really didn't expect that this group of people would take anything.

"Ming Xin..." The monk looked at him with tears in his eyes, "It is said that your paintings are worth a fortune. After all, if you give them to me, I can still paint again, right?!"

In the eyes of these people, if they are forced to return to secular life, they will still have a considerable portion of their family assets, so it would be a waste not to take it!

Then, the bald monk ran away like a loach.

Yoho! ?

Bai Wan was so angry that he kicked him from behind.

Unexpectedly, the kick missed.

"Amitabha--"

Master Kongming, who was at the innermost part, looked at everything in front of him and sighed:

The century-old foundation of Qingliang Temple was destroyed just like that.

"Master Kongming, why don't you leave?" Bai Wan straightened his collar. "I guess you have already heard about the imperial decree to destroy Buddhism?"

"It's all fate!"

Master Kongming could not utter a single word of sorrow as he looked at the disciples in front of him, whose faith had collapsed immediately because of the orders from their superiors and who were even more worldly than ordinary people.

There were only a dozen people barely holding up the temple, but they were unable to prevent the riot.

Never mind, everything is destined!

Master Kongming clasped his hands together and said, "The officials of Chijiang County have ordered that all 620 Buddhist temples in the county be burned down within a month. The monks are ordered to be sent to the army, do corvée or get married according to their age."

Buddhism is ultimately no match for the emperor's orders and cannot be resisted.

Ling Shumo changed the subject: "Your temple does not pay taxes, owns fertile land, enjoys rent, and gathers population. Emperor Qing will definitely take action."

Bai Wan couldn't help but sigh: "Even among these brothers who have gathered together, there are not many who are pious. It's better for them to return to secular life."

But he could see that these people's eyes lit up brighter than his when they saw valuable items.

If he hadn't become a monk, I would have thought he was a street thug.

"I also know that Buddhism is a bit casual in accepting disciples. If you have no affinity with Buddhism, it's okay to return to secular life. But..."

He sighed almost in silence.

"I have been an orphan since I was young. My master brought me to the temple and brought me up there. I cannot bear to watch the temple being destroyed!"

The old monk looked helpless.

Because, Emperor Qingwu Song Yuanshan's way of destroying Buddhism and Taoism was not only to force monks to return to secular life, but also to smash all the Buddha statues and gods and burn down all the temples and Taoist temples.

"Hahaha." Bai Wan seemed to mutter to himself, "It seems that this painting should be called "Treat the dead mule as if it were a living mule."

The little monk next to him asked in confusion: "What does this mean?"

Only Ling Shumo was silent for a moment, then said seriously: "Because mules cannot have offspring, the outcome is unknown, and even we cannot control it."

Bai Wan stood in front of the previous east mural, smiling awkwardly:

"My parents gave me life, but my children understand me."

The painting on the east wall depicts auspicious clouds and a lifelike face of a statue of Vairocana Buddha.

As for the two blank spaces next to it, I have already decided what to draw.

Although, it may not be able to influence the emperor's order...

But White Pea wants to try it!