Even in summer, the wind here in Mogao Grottoes is very strong.

Taoist Wang's homespun cotton robe was blown askew by the wind.

In Zhao Chuanxin's opinion, this man's eyes were dull, and his expression was warm and timid. A great writer in later generations called him "the clown who made the wrong move in a huge national tragedy."

Although everyone keeps saying that letting the humble Taoist Wang bear this huge cultural debt will make them look boring.

That means that they are superior, but Taoist Wang is very humble. He is not worthy of Taoist Wang to bear the blame, but he still bears all the infamy.

But in Zhao Chuanxin's view, Taoist Wang, a Taoist priest with a humble peasant background, had already done the best he could in the early stage.

Starting from him, and all the way up, from county magistrates, prefectures and counties, to court officials, to the old devil woman, no one is innocent. His guilt is the smallest, but history almost only remembers him.

Nail him on the pillar of shame.

Isn't that a very funny thing?

Edward Chavan said: "I will choose a few books and you can sell them to me."

Taoist Wang refused, and finally gave a price of a few pounds, but let Edward Chawan choose many scriptures and paintings.

Zhao Chuanxin sneered.

When I come, I won’t leave anything for you.

He stopped Edward Chawan and said: "It's getting late today. Let's enjoy it for a day and then talk about other things tomorrow."

Outside the Mogao Grottoes, there is a gourd-shaped Monk's Pagoda of Death, with a blue brick base and yellow mud on top, which shows that the monks who preside over here are not generous.

Edward Shawan is very interested in these. Since Zhao Chuanxin won't let him buy them today, let's take some photos and go back first.

Zhao Chuanxin, on the other hand, strolled back to Mogao Grottoes.

Taoist Wang originally followed, but Zhao Chuanxin just watched without speaking. After following for a while, he found it boring and left.

Zhao Chuanxin could not understand the dark murals on the walls that had lost their color.

I can only roughly appreciate the Tang people's aesthetic pursuit of wealth, which is vividly expressed here.

Opening the yellowed scrolls, some have become weathered and fragile, and begin to fall off with a little force.

He didn't dare to play with it casually and put it all directly into the secret pendant.

It can be said that except for the tall Buddha statues and murals, he couldn't take them away. He couldn't even let go of the incense burner, and put them all into the secret pendant. He also put some short colorful sculptures of Bodhisattvas in the Tang Dynasty.

According to history, Taoist Wang may not be greedy for money when he sold these treasures to foreigners. He sold them for a total of more than 200,000 taels of silver, but spent none of them on himself. He continued to live a miserable life.

So what did the money do?

All the money was finally used to repair the grottoes, build new statues of gods, and develop the incense here.

After Zhao Chuanxin strolled around and collected all the treasures, he looked at the Mogao Grottoes, which were empty except for the murals and tall Buddha statues, and nodded with satisfaction.

He walked out casually, came to Taoist Wang with his hands behind his back, patted him on the shoulder, and then took out a bag.

There was a rattling sound in the bag, and a smart person would surely have guessed that it was a bag of money.

But Taoist Wang's numb face showed no expression.

Zhao Chuanxin said: "I know you want to develop the incense here, but remember, Mogao Grottoes cannot be touched. Come out with me."

He held the bag in one hand and pulled Taoist Wang out with the other.

Outside the gate, there is a river.

On the other side of the river is an empty space.

Zhao Chuanxin pointed to the open space and said to him: "See the open space over there? You can build pagodas and temples here, or you can build your Taoist temple, it doesn't matter. I will pay you. But you can't do it with the Mogao Grottoes."

If it moves, seal the door and no one will be allowed in."

Taoist Wang: "But..."

Zhao Chuanxin interrupted him: "There is no but. If you want money, I will give it to you. Two hundred thousand yuan is the initial investment, and you can build whatever you want. However, if you want the Buddha statues and murals in the Mogao Grottoes,

Dare you move? Do you see the gun in my hand? I will kill you with one shot. When you finish spending this money, if you think it is not enough, I will invest more. From now on, the incense here will be yours, and I will do the same with you.

It’s okay. Do you understand?”

Seeing that he was silent, Zhao Chuanxin fired directly at his feet, causing earth to fly.

"Did you hear that? Don't think I'm trying to scare you!"

Taoist Wang trembled and was really frightened by Zhao Chuanxin's appearance.

How many lives were lost at the hands of Zhao Chuanxin? When he got mad, his evil aura would scare even the border official Zhao Erxun, let alone Wang Laodao?

Edward Schawan was attracted by the sound of gunshots. Seeing Zhao Chuanxin's expression was not friendly and he was still holding a gun in his hand, he asked: "Zhao, what happened? Don't hurt Taoist Wang, he is just a poor poor man."<

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Zhao Chuanxin patted Taoist Wang on the face: "Poor man? You, poor man, might be infamy for the ages, you know? Remember my words."

After saying that, he turned to Edward Chavan and said, "You can play here by yourself for a few days. I'm leaving now."

Edward Chawan was simply confused: "Why? What happened to you?"

"No, I'll just go on a trip and go home after I've walked enough."

After saying that, he left the money to Taoist Wang and turned around to leave.

When he walked away, Taoist Wang opened the bag and took a look. He couldn't carry 200,000 silver dollars at all. How could this be 200,000 silver dollars?

He returned to Mogao Grottoes, opened the door and saw that the cave was empty, but there were more silver coins neatly stacked on the ground...

From the fact that Taoist Wang sold the treasure but did not spend the money on himself, Zhao Chuanxin felt that this man was not very noble, but at least he had some vague beliefs in his heart.

Everyone values ​​different things. For example, Lu Xun was not willing to commit suicide to assassinate high-ranking officials of the Qing Dynasty, but Qiu Jin was willing. Just because Lu Xun was actually afraid of death, you cannot think that his character was not good or bad.

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He was afraid that this man was trying to stick to his faith and not be afraid of death, so he kept the money.

Since I'm willing to torment you, go elsewhere, so don't harm that hole.

Given the choice, Taoist Wang would not seek death by destroying those Buddha statues and murals.

As for Edward Chavan, what the old boy thinks is none of his business.

Qingting? That group of corpses and trash are not worth mentioning.

Zhao Chuanxin came to Tianjin alone.

There is a parade on the street right now.

A sign was held that read: Boycott American products!

Never use American products.

When several young people passed by Zhao Chuanxin, one of them came out and reached out to pull Zhao Chuanxin's shirt.

Zhao Chuanxin said "pop" and simply opened the opponent's hand.

Anger appeared on the man's face: "Sir, are your clothes American?"

Zhao Chuanxin opened the lining of his clothes and found a small piece of cloth embroidered with: Zhongyi Tailor.

"Do you see clearly?"

Young people are chattering.

"I'm sorry! Your suit looks like an American product."

What he said is correct, the fabric of the shirt is indeed American.

But Zhao Chuanxin would not tell him this.

"A parade is a parade, and a boycott is a boycott, but you have no right to destroy the property that the people already own."
Chapter completed!