Signed to Zhu Cihong, Prince of the Late Ming Dynasty

Chapter 312 Chapter 312, Zhu Cixiang finalizes the details, and Gushi Khan escapes in embarrassment
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Zhu Cihong smiled and said: "The Ming Dynasty ruled Tibet extensively before. I think this is very bad, very bad. Since it is a bad thing, then I have the obligation to correct it."

The eminent monk pondered for a moment and said, "I wonder how Your Highness plans to manage this place in the future?"

Zhu Cixiang said calmly: "First, a province must be established. Then, officials and troops will be stationed. Of course, the interests of the monks will be guaranteed. However, if the monks break the law, they still have to be punished!"

The eminent monk looked at Zhu Cihong quietly, and after a while he said, "What is the reason for punishing the crime?"

Zhu Cihong smiled indifferently: "Since I am the Dharma King and the reincarnated Bodhisattva, then the father of my palace is naturally a certain Buddha of your religion, right? Isn’t it reasonable for believers to punish?”

The eminent monk listened to Zhu Cihuang's words, and said after a long time: "Your Highness may not know something, even Gushri Khan, he never asks about monks' internal matters."

Zhu Cihong smiled and said, "So Gushi Khan was kicked out of Lhasa and replaced by Ben Gong and Daming."

The eminent monk wanted to say something else, but suddenly his eyes focused on a pistol that appeared in Zhu Cihong's hand at some unknown time.

The whole body of this pistol was silver, and it seemed to have a very strange aesthetic feeling. It kept moving in Zhu Cihong's palm, like a living thing.

The eminent monk stared at the Sand Eagle pistol, coughed after a long time, and said: "Your Highness is very true, but the poor monk is a little worried. Other monks may complain after hearing this."

"Complain?" Zhu Cixiang laughed, holding the pistol in his right hand and blowing on the barrel: "It's okay, let them come to talk to me, I am a reasonable person!"

The eminent monk sighed deeply, stood up and saluted, and then left.

When he left, his back looked somewhat desolate.

Fang Gongqian appeared, stared at the eminent monk's leaving figure, and said softly: "Your Highness, how about..."

Zhu Cihong shook his head: "No, the extermination of Buddha cannot be repeated in Daming."

Fang Gongqian was confused: "Why? Your Highness, you must know that the power controlled by these monks is even comparable to Gushi Khan."

Zhu Cilang smiled and said, "Because they have already chosen to surrender."

power?

Looking at the entire Tibetan area, is there a force stronger than ten thousand musketeers?

When he has enough power, Zhu Cihong can do many things, such as making the monks completely lose their superior status, and from now on they can only be a monk in the true sense.

That eminent monk was a wise leader, and since he left without a word, he had already demonstrated the acquiescence of the monk class.

Is this considered killing the donkey?Zhu Cixiang didn't think so.

The monk class introduced Gush Khan to fight against Watu Khan, and then introduced Daming to fight against Gush Khan. In the final analysis, it was all for the benefit of the monk class.

Since it’s all about interests, don’t bring nonsense like friendship to the table, it’s boring.

Thinking of this, Zhu Cilang sighed with emotion: "This palace is helping them return to their duties! Monks, they should worship and pay homage to the Buddha, so why should they be polluted by the worldly affairs and the smell of copper!"

From this perspective, Zhu Cihong felt that he was indeed the reincarnation of a bodhisattva in the true sense.

After sighing with emotion, Zhu Cihong stood up and yawned big.

"Okay, Lao Fang, hurry up and get some midnight snacks. I'm going to bed after eating, and I have to leave early tomorrow."

"Leaving? Your Highness, where are you going tomorrow?"

"Of course it's to hunt down and kill Gushi Khan!"

"what?"

In the south of Lhasa, there are one mountain after another.

Mount Everest is not the only high mountain in the Himalayas. This majestic mountain range stretches on the border between the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau and the South Asian subcontinent. Just by looking at it, one can sincerely sigh how amazing the majesty of heaven and earth is.

At the foot of one of the unknown mountains, Gushi Khan and the few hundred Heshuote soldiers around him were resting in a secluded temple.

Heshuote is a branch of the Mongols, so they fled all the way on horseback, and it has been more than a day since they left Lhasa.

Gushi Khan knelt in the Buddhist hall, clasped his hands, closed his eyes, and prayed to the Buddha in front of him.

It was a very peaceful and peaceful scene. There were pieces of autumn leaves falling outside the window. A yellow leaf floated into the Buddhist hall, slowly fell on the top of Gushi Khan's head, and then slid down gently.

Footsteps sounded, Usba came in and said softly, "King Khan, the food is ready."

Gushi Khan's body trembled slightly, and he slowly opened his eyes.

"Help me up."

Usba didn't dare to be negligent, and stepped forward to support Gushi Khan.

It seemed that he had been kneeling for too long, and Gushi Khan staggered a little when he stood up.

He suddenly spoke to Usiba in front of him: "Do you think the Buddha would blame Ben Khan?"

Gushi Khan is also one of the believers of the Yellow Sect.

Usba obviously didn't expect Gushi Khan to ask this question suddenly, he was taken aback before he said: "I think the Buddha will not blame anyone, especially a loyal believer like King Khan."

"Faithful believer?" Gushi Khan laughed, the laughter became louder and louder, and in the end he even laughed so hard that he burst into tears.

Usba was stunned and was at a loss for a while.

After a while, Gushi Khan stopped laughing, and there were still tears in the corners of his eyes.

"Ben Khan is not a qualified believer!"

In the temple, the food was supposed to be vegetarian, but Usba still found a way to make a pot of dog meat for Gushi Khan.

Gushi Khan ate very quickly, and suddenly looked up at Wu Siba after eating for a while: "Why don't you eat?"

Wu Siba hurriedly said: "I naturally have my food."

Gushi Khan shook his head: "Sit down and eat with Ben Khan. Ben Khan can't finish eating alone."

Usiba then cautiously sat down next to Gushi Khan, took out a knife from his waist, cut a small piece of dog meat and put it in his mouth.

Gushi Khan ate and said, "Where do you think we should go next?"

Usiba thought for a moment and said, "We should go back to southern Xinjiang."

Gushi Khan frowned and said: "Southern Xinjiang is no longer the pasture of our Heshuote tribe, it has long been the place of the Junggar tribe."

Usba said: "After all, the Junggar people belong to the same lineage as the Khan, and Batuer Huntaiji shares the same hatred with the Khan. Presumably he will firmly support the Khan."

Gushi Khan laughed and said: "Maybe that little bastard Batur was scared by that little bastard Zhu Cihong, so he wants to show Ben Khan's head to Zhu Cihong to flatter him?"

Wu Siba pondered for a moment, and said: "Batur Huitaiji has always had great ambitions, and it should be impossible to be inferior to Ming Dynasty."

Gushi Khan nodded slowly: "Okay. Now that you've said that, let's go to southern Xinjiang."

The two stopped talking, and concentrated on dealing with the dog meat in front of them.

A pot of dog meat was quickly eaten by the two of them.

Gushi Khan hiccupped, felt sleepiness welling up in his heart, rubbed his eyes, and said, "Why don't we rest here for a while?"

Before Batur had time to say anything, suddenly screams came from outside the temple.

"The Ming army is catching up!"

(End of this chapter)