You rascal, stop right there!

Chapter 289: Looks elegant, but actually not (thanks to the book friend Weixun Chunchun Liangfen)

The long sleeves fluttered, the painting hand rose, and the powder painting in the hand opened and closed!

Bai Wan stood attentively in front of the east wall, wandering left and right, thinking deeply.

Suddenly, he stopped:

"Repay the favor with a pen. At least Han will not leave Qingliang Temple until he finishes this mural."

will not leave?

Why? !

Everyone knew that the temple would be demolished soon, and even if the murals were completed, it would just be one more thing to be destroyed.

What on earth is this person thinking?

The dozen or so monks remaining in the main hall of Qingliang Temple looked at each other in bewilderment.

Ling Shumo looked at him quietly, without feeling strange, but walked forward with a pen in hand.

“Swish! Swish! Swish!”

There were the sounds of the brush hitting the wall, and it felt like stars were breaking through the air with my hands.

Cheng Su had never seen the real Han Miaoran so focused.

He just thought that according to the rumors, among the three saints of the Daying Painting Academy, Han Miaoran was the most bizarre and famous genius among them.

It's not all in vain...

Why——

I turned into a ruffian who couldn’t remember anything during those years!

October 20th, the first year of the Qing Dynasty.

Chijiang County.

The provincial government has already started the process of destroying Buddhism and temples.

In order to execute the order of Emperor Qingwu Song Yuanshan, the prefect of Chijiang County personally led the army to attack.

Buddhist temples were demolished, scriptures were burned, and monks were driven out.

Due to this catastrophe, all the temples and Taoist temples in Chijiang were plunged into gloom and desolation.

The few remaining monks sighed and groaned, beating wooden fish in the Buddha's meditation room every moment, leaving everything to fate.

This day has finally arrived!

The Chijiang Prefecture government brought a group of soldiers, holding various tools and torches, and heavily blocked the temple.

The burning was ruthless, from the temple's vegetable garden all the way to the main hall.

Flames shot up into the sky and the walls collapsed.

Huang Xixi, the prefect of Chijiang Prefecture, stood at the entrance of the main hall of Qingliang Temple, watching the soldiers demolishing the courtyard wall with a determined look.

Several houses collapsed in an instant, and two soldiers who had lit a fire walked forward along the stone slabs.

"Come here, drive all the monks out. Smash the Buddha statues and burn every temple!"

Seeing this, the little monk not far from the hall entrance hurried to the room to inform the abbot Kongming.

This bad news came so quickly...

The monk lowered his eyebrows and said, "Master, the officials are here!"

Kong Ming in the room sighed and said, "Okay, Master understands."

He sat calmly, holding the Buddhist beads tightly, ready to pass away.

At his age, it was impossible for him to be sent to the army or to perform labor service, let alone return to secular life.

The other side is still going on——

"This Guanghua Palace is the main palace, smash it!"

A voice was approaching, and the sound of weapons was like thunder, and in a blink of an eye they all arrived in front of the hall.

The yellow banner was torn apart and the incense table was thrown to the ground.

The simple hall, which had been moved before, has now become even more messy.

The soldier rushed to the Buddha statue, swung a heavy hammer and hit the wall, instantly breaking the edge and leaving a dent.

However, Huang Xixi saw that there seemed to be another person writing furiously in front of the east wall.

The man was wearing a plain coarse cloth gown, with a focused look on his face, and the pen in his hand never stopped.

"Who are you, this is——"

Standing in front of this wall, there is a large painting in the center.

The soldier next to him still had bloodshot eyes and tried his best to smash it over.

However, the person holding the pen didn't seem to care about anything else and was still concentrating on painting.

The other soldiers glared.

madman!

Knowing that the temple is being demolished, he still paints and does such weird things. Are he in cahoots with these monks?

The hammer deliberately fell towards the man in white, but only a snap was heard.

The hammer was cut by a long sword and fell to the ground...

The prefect Huang Xi said angrily, "Are you disobeying the imperial order and stopping the destruction of the temple?"

"No!"

Ling Shumo put away the sword he had just used and even performed a gentleman's salute.

Huang Xixi felt that this man's elegance and demeanor were different from those of ordinary people, and looked at him inquiringly.

"Emperor Qing ordered the destruction of Buddhism, not the killing of people or harming innocent lives!"

"If you, the prefect, use this to harm innocent people, where will the emperor's orders stand? Where will His Majesty stand?!"

"Destroying Buddhism is a good thing, but won't this make Your Majesty criticized by the people?"

Ling Shumo only smiled slightly, but every word he spoke was powerful and calm.

"You are such a silver tongue, boy!"

Huang Xixi snorted, looked sideways at the east wall, but suddenly his eyes widened.

The face of this man in white holding a pen and ink is dyed red by the candlelight, revealing a color from the otherworldly world.

The hand finished the last stroke of the wall below, as if it had not noticed anything around it from the beginning.

"Zi Chen, now that I have finished my painting, it is your turn to write the inscription!"

The sound was very soft and did not disturb me at all.

Huang Xixi looked over and saw a painting on the east wall...

A Buddha statue stands in the center, with pine branches occasionally visible among the auspicious clouds.

In the upper left corner is Confucius holding a scroll and lecturing, surrounded by his ten students.

This painting exudes the spirit of Confucianism and Taoism, and features sages from our ancestors to the present day.

In the process, the spirit is guarded by the form, and the imagination is wonderful. The spirit replaces the form, and there are thousands of expressions.

Huang Xixi boasted that he had seen many paintings by famous artists, but he had never seen such a wonderful and spiritual painting.

Ling Shumo on this side took the pen and wrote the five words "Biographies of the Ten Philosophers of Confucius" on the wall.

Next to it is a row of ten philosophers' names, chanting the poem together.

The brushwork in the center of the brush changes in a surprising way, which complements the painting on the wall.

Finally, print the words "Mo Ran" in red.

Ink dye?

The calligraphy saint Ling Shumo and the painting saint Han Miaoran!

At this moment, Huang Xixi could no longer guess who these two people were, and his years of collecting paintings and calligraphy were in vain.

"Master Han, everyone said you were missing and your life or death was unknown. I never thought you would be here!"

He looked at it for a moment:

"In this Buddhist temple, I have never seen paintings of Confucian saints."

Everyone knows that Tian Xia has been highly respected by Confucian scholars of all generations.

"The emperor worshipped Confucianism and destroyed Buddhism and Taoism, so all the scholars in the world have pens to write. Your Excellency, do you think this is right?"

Bai Wan coughed, closed his eyes and looked at the words on the wall for a long time.

Chongru...

"The east wall is not only painted with Buddhist works, but also with saints and sages, which means that Qingliang Temple believes in Buddhism and respects Confucianism."

This is true, in fact, there is no difference between this and the King of Etiquette.

As a ruler, you must look at the destruction of the law and the rites of the king.

Huang Xixi was dumbfounded.

This obviously shows what Baosi is thinking, it's too obvious...

Bai Wan said, "My Lord, you are a smart man. Do you think that Qingliang Temple should be demolished now?!"

Any scholar would be able to recognize these Ten Philosophers of Confucius. Although Emperor Qing is a martial artist, he also needs the support of scholars.

Han Miaoran's paintings are famous all over the world and have always enjoyed a high reputation among the people.

Huang Xixi looked at the man opposite him. He was obviously a scholar, but his eyes were like sharp knives.

"I can't make the decision."

He frowned at White Pea.

"But you can report it. Today, the monks of Qingliang Temple still need to be ordered to return to secular life. Whether the main hall will be demolished or not will be discussed later."

Bai Wan was already satisfied that the demolition of the temple could be postponed.

"Does your Excellency keep his word?"

He rolled up his sleeves and bowed slightly.

He looks elegant, but his eyes are cunning and sharp.

"It is better to put a word in writing to prove a gentleman's words!"

"you!"

Huang Xixi obviously didn't expect that this person would say such a shameless thing.

Bai Wan repeated the sentence again.

"Only a written document can serve as proof!"

Huang Xixi stared at him, breaking out in a cold sweat as if he was being suppressed by the person opposite him.