You rascal, stop right there!

Chapter 287 They always write and draw together like this (thanks to book friend Xing Yan Jiu Jiu)

Sure enough, the city began to bustle.

A row of monks and nuns were walking side by side, their robes and Buddhist beads were nowhere to be found.

The officers were all majestic, with swords at their waists, standing between the monks.

Next to them were people from the nearby Taoist temple, with their long black hair loose, standing in a row.

Dharmashang and Fakong were standing there in the middle, like two quails being dragged along.

Bai Wanzhuoran saw this from afar and immediately took off his monk's robe. He suddenly looked back and stripped Cheng Su and the little monk's outer robes on the spot.

He simply grabbed a piece of rag from the side and put it on the two men's heads, and stuffed the rest into the chicken coop.

"You guys hide first and come back later."

Cheng Su and the little monk understood each other and went to the alley sideways.

Therefore, the yamen runners only saw the man in the corner wearing his inner clothes. The white clothes were very eye-catching on the street, but they were slightly better than being naked.

An officer stepped forward and asked: "Who are you? You are not wearing a coat in public, your behavior is suspicious!"

Bai Wan immediately hunched over and smiled: "I just lost the bet. If you are not happy with it, I will leave immediately."

The flattering face makes him look like a lazy gangster.

He is a ruffian and is good at smiling.

There's really nothing suspicious!

The officer looked at him carefully for a moment, but found no trace of a Taoist priest in him. He barely glanced at him and turned away.

People walking on the official road all stepped aside to make room for the officers escorting the monks.

In less than half an hour, the figures of the people disappeared from view.

Cheng Suhe and the young monk who was traveling with him, with rags on their heads, jumped out and quietly slipped out of the city in an instant.

The three of them ran for an unknown amount of time before they managed to gather under a tree on the mountain road.

Bai Wan's face turned pale, and he sat down against a tree, feeling somewhat overwhelmed.

The two people next to them were even more exhausted, and were still in shock as they stood in the wind.

"Why are they arresting monks, nuns and Taoists?" The little monk stood still, panting.

The scene in Chijiang County just now can make people think that the Qing Dynasty is now determined to destroy Buddhism and Taoism.

When these monks and Taoists are arrested, they should not just be forced to return to secular life, they may also receive other punishments.

Cheng Su picked up the stick and wrote on the ground:

"Soldiers, corvée, population, expulsion."

Just eight words say it all.

In this chaos, the arrests on the street that we just saw are enough to show the power of the imperial order.

Cheng Su was wearing a ragged undergarment with scars on half of her face. She was particularly drawn to the word "expelled". It seemed that she had suffered a lot in the past few months.

The lower officials followed suit and were not so polite. It is hard to describe how violent they were.

"What should we do? The new dynasty is going to destroy all the temples, and my fellow disciples and master will be arrested too!"

The little monk cried loudly, as if he was very sad.

Hey……

Bai Wan shuddered, with some cold stars in his eyes, and seemed to be very conflicted.

His face was abnormally flushed as he thought about it.

"Boss Cheng, you came here from the capital. How were the temples and Taoist temples destroyed at that time?"

"Burn the Buddha statues, burn the scriptures, and convert them into military camps or warehouses."

Cheng Su wrote and sighed calmly.

In troubled times, Buddhism is the only solace for me.

How many people are homeless and have nowhere to go.

The little monk looked at this and couldn't help but cover his face and cry.

I really can't bear to hear people cry.

Bai Wan immediately wiped away the golden beans on the child's face:

"If you cry any more, your eyes will be damaged and you won't be able to see the tofu soup you love clearly. Feed it into your mouth."

It was a rough slap on the back of the head.

"Are you still crying?"

The person on the other side sobbed, and then stopped quietly when he thought of the strange scene.

Seeing that the man finally stopped crying, Bai Wan here closed her eyes tightly.

He is probably still persistent and a little conceited.

Although I can understand why Qing Dynasty did this, it shouldn't be excessive.

After all, Qingliang Temple had done him and Zichen a favor, and he had no feelings for the people in the temple, but this temple...

How to avoid disaster?

……

Qingliang Temple, a thatched cottage at the foot of the mountain.

It was still a little chilly in the middle of the night.

The beautiful lady in green was waiting at the door for a long time.

When Ling Shumo saw the staggering and embarrassed man without a coat, he immediately pulled Bai Wan into the door.

"Why are you so embarrassed? Put it on quickly!"

He directly tied the outer cloak on Bai Wan and without saying a word, he smoothed the thin mark on the collar.

The warm clothes soon made Bai Wan sit down at ease, and the candlelight revealed deep thought in her eyes.

"I should have gone with you today, but I insisted not to."

"You know you're not in good health, but you still dare to do this..."

"besides……"

……

cough!cough!cough!

Hearing this, Bai Wan's eyes couldn't help but wander. He coughed and secretly pinched the arm of the person opposite him.

Ling Shumo then noticed that there were two other people nearby. He looked at them tremblingly, feeling extremely embarrassed.

Even if you care about someone, you will be confused, but you shouldn't leave them alone like this.

It took him a while to come back to his senses, and he pulled out two coats from somewhere and handed them over.

"Ling just neglected it. You guys should put it on too?"

Bai Wan patted him on the back lightly.

This "also" is too spiritual.

The wooden door slowly closed, blocking out the cold outside.

Cheng Su's face turned red due to the reflection of the sun, while the little monk was dragging his coat which didn't fit him at all.

Several people recounted what happened today, one sentence after another.

"Becoming a monk without a family is not good for the country."

Unexpectedly, Ling Shumo said this frankly after hearing what Bai Wan and others said.

When the Qing Dynasty was first established, it was faced with internal and external troubles, and was short of money and people.

Most of these missing items are in temples and Taoist temples from previous dynasties.

"What Zi Chen said makes sense, but..." Bai Wan forced a smile.

In fact, the two of them could just stand by and watch and leave.

What does the destruction of Qingliang Temple have to do with them?

only……

We really can't be ungrateful and abandon it.

Cheng Su was silent for a while, then wrote and drew on the ground:

"Emperor Qing respected Confucianism and abolished Buddhism and Taoism, but he still regarded their disrespect for the king as a problem."

Disrespectful to the king!

This is what brings disaster to Buddhism.

Bai Wan raised his eyebrows and said to Ling Shumo, "Zi Chen, the east wall of the inner hall that we painted together these days is a statue of Vairocana Buddha with auspicious clouds. There is a large area of white space next to it, right?"

In that moment, Bai Wan was thinking about the thing on the east wall.

The ancient sages may have some ways to alleviate the problem.

Ling Shumo's hand trembled, and he immediately looked at him: "You want to paint something other than the Buddha in the temple?"

Forehead!

Sometimes, the two of them have such a tacit understanding that it's jaw-dropping.

Cheng Su, who was standing by, had no idea what they were talking about. She just looked carefully at Bai Wan, who had taken out a pink booklet from somewhere.

Bai Wan just drew the lines and Ling Shumo added a few words on the side.

"Will this work?"

"This method should be abandoned!"

……

"This... How can this be possible? It's too..."

"Do your best and leave the rest to fate!"

……

Observe the light in the eyes of these two people, sometimes bright and sometimes dim.

"Master Dumb, don't you understand what they are doing?"

The little monk leaned close to Cheng Su's knees and rested his chin on his hand.

He laughed foolishly, "They always write and draw together like this. I don't understand anything at all."

Cheng Su watched everything and wrote on the ground with some dry firewood.

Could it be that Ling Shumo and Han Miaoran thought that they could save Qingliang Temple from destruction just by themselves?

He slowly wrote down the two words: "Destroy the Dharma!"

Then he added:

People think it is absurd—