The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

This was Zhao Chuanxin's last caution to the grassland people.

That is, he did it himself.

He patted the horse's neck, and when Mi Shan turned around, he stepped on the side of the horse's back with one foot and kicked towards the gate of the palace.

These dozens of lamas knew that the person in front of them was Zhao Chuanxin, and they were very scared. They held guns and had no sense of security in their hearts.

They wanted to shoot to protect themselves, but they didn't dare to shoot.

Shooting would not achieve the goal, but would anger Zhao Chuanxin.

If they didn't shoot, they might be killed by Zhao Chuanxin directly.

Everyone watched Zhao Chuanxin floating towards the gate at a height of two meters, and their hearts were about to break.

Bang.

After all, a lama shot out of fear.

Zhao Chuanxin fell to the ground instantly.

The lama was happy, and thought that it was his luck that Zhao Chuanxin was injured by this shot.

Some lamas found that ripples appeared in front of Zhao Chuanxin, and the air was distorted.

Zhao Chuanxin flashed after landing.

He just let these lamas take action first.

Now he had no scruples when it came to killing people.

He immediately drew his bow and shot the arrow of poverty.

Chi Chi Chi Chi...

The arrow of poverty easily penetrated the bodies of lamas one after another, and returned to Zhao Chuanxin's hand in an instant.

Dozens of lamas were either dead or seriously injured.

He put away his bow and walked among the lamas who were staggering.

The palace was just a remodeled office of the former minister.

As soon as Zhao Chuanxin walked to the door, a group of herdsmen suddenly rushed in.

When they saw the lamas who were killed and injured in front of the palace, they were furious.

"How dare you kill monks?"

"The Eternal Heaven will punish you!"

"Stop it now..."

They were all believers, relying on their numbers, and kept pushing the soldiers of the Gray Axe Army.

What kind of person is Jebtsundamba?

The monks in his temple had the right to levy heavy taxes, and he did so.

As a monk, he ate both meat and vegetables, both men and women, and what was spreading was not just rumors, but also facts.

However, despite all the shit he did, his followers were still fanatical.

This was why the Qing court could not do anything to him.

Jebtsundamba had been arrogant for many years.

Even at this moment, he still believed that he would escape.

Hearing the lama report the situation outside, Jebtsundamba smiled on his fleshy face and twisted the rosary in his hand faster: "Zhao Chuanxin, he dare not do anything to me. My followers will not allow him to do so. After all, the law does not punish the masses. Look, this daring lunatic will become the public enemy of the grassland."

Chelin Qimite heard this and felt that this was a ray of hope.

I hope those followers can make Zhao Chuanxin, the lunatic, feel afraid.

Outside, Zhao Chuanxin turned his back to the gate and watched the fanatical followers advance two or three meters here.

He kicked a lama who was struggling to get up in the face, and the back of the lama's head hit the ground, and his brain burst.

The believers were furious: "You dare..."

Zhao Chuanxin didn't enter the door, but flashed to the herdsmen and took out the hammer that had been stained black by the blood of the Mexicans: "Get out of the way!"

The soldiers of the Gray Axe Army hurriedly made way, and the herdsmen continued to move forward due to inertia.

Zhao Chuanxin swung the hammer from bottom to top.

Bang.

The man's jaw was broken.

He couldn't even scream.

The people behind were still pushing.

Zhao Chuanxin pulled people with his left hand and swung the hammer with his right hand.

Bang, bang, bang, bang...

The pushing crowd fell to both sides, and the people who rushed up from behind saw it and screamed in horror: "Zhao Chuanxin killed people..."

The people behind knew what happened in front.

But people were crowded, and they were in a dilemma.

Zhao Chuanxin continued to pull and hammer.

Bang, bang, bang...

The old man was hammered to death, and there was a small one behind, just as high as the wheels of the grassland cart.

Although the child is small, he has grown flesh on his face and stared at Zhao Chuanxin fiercely.

Dong.

Zhao Chuanxin hit the child with a hammer, and a blood hole appeared on the child's temporal bone, and he fell to the ground.

Others saw that Zhao Chuanxin killed people without distinction between men, women, old and young, and became even more panicked. Some people drew out the short swords they carried with them and wanted to fight him to the death.

However, it was all in vain.

Zhao Chuanxin grabbed his wrist and swung the hammer with his right hand.

Dong.

It was slow, but it was actually very fast.

In a few breaths, Zhao Chuanxin advanced seven or eight meters forward, surpassed the blocking line of the Gray Axe Army on both sides, and killed his way into the crowd.

"If you think that the law does not punish the masses, then you are wrong." Zhao Chuanxin swung the hammer and ordered: "The Gray Axe Army has them, kill the mob!"

Hu Da pursed his lips and drew out the cavalry knife.

Sun Yanguang had no scruples. He pulled the bolt for the Maxim, stood up and fired from a high position.

Ta-ta-ta-ta...

This seemed to be a signal.

People around opened fire and some chopped with cavalry swords.

For a while, there were ghosts and wolves howling.

Even the Mongolian soldiers were no match for these wolf-like soldiers, let alone ordinary herdsmen.

Zhao Chuanxin opened the buttons of his cotton coat and jumped up with his knees bent.

In mid-air, he had a Xingyue M1909 light machine gun in his hand.

Ta-ta-ta-ta...

"Save me..."

"Run... eh!"

How can a person outrun a bullet?

Zhao Erfeng did the same thing at the beginning.

It was not entirely wrong for the Qing government to take over the railway rights.

At the end of the development of government-supervised and business-operated enterprises, there were serious redundancies and low efficiency. Various voices were heard in the railway organization, resulting in not only no profits, but frequent losses.

Zhao Erfeng was very impulsive, and Zhao Chuanxin was also very impulsive.

The difference between the two is that Zhao Erfeng was impulsive and had serious consequences, while Zhao Chuanxin was impulsive and could pay for his own impulse.

The fleeing herdsmen found that they could not escape, so some people knelt down and begged for mercy.

After all, not everyone is as hard-hearted as Zhao Chuanxin. The Gray Ax Army sergeants gradually stopped killing and circled those who were kneeling to beg for mercy.

Zhao Chuanxin pushed through the crowd and came to them.

He asked through the loudspeaker: "Is there anyone stopping me?"

The surviving herders lowered their heads.

Zhao Chuanxin asked: "Is there anyone who wants revenge?"

No one spoke.

Zhao Chuanxin told them: "From now on, there will be only one voice on the grassland, not God, not Buddha, just the voice of me, Zhao Chuanxin."

"Whoever is not convinced, just jump out and give it a try."

"Let them go and let them spread the news."

Zhao Chuanxin then turned around and went to the palace.

Inside the palace.

When Jebtsundamba heard the report from the spying lama who was sitting on the wall, his body was as horrified as chaff.

But he still took a chance and said, "No, even if Zhao Chuanxin kills the herdsmen, he doesn't dare to kill me."

Just as he was talking, the door of the main hall exploded, and cold wind suddenly rushed in.

A figure appeared at the door.

Zhao Chuanxin pulled off his hat and threw it aside. He took off his coat and threw it over the bronze statue of Tsongkhapa, which just covered the Buddha's face.

He looked around and found that this "imperial palace" was very strange. It was full of charms and idols, and there were prayer flags everywhere.

Che Linqimit and others said nothing, tensed their bodies and looked at Zhao Chuanxin.

But when Zhao Chuanxin turned his head, they all lowered their heads and did not dare to look at him.

Zhao Chuanxin looked at Che Linqimi: "It seems like you didn't have a good memory after breaking your legs."

Che Linqimi suddenly raised his head and scratched his neck: "Zhao Chuanxin, the matter has come to an end, whether you want to kill or behead me is up to you..."

Zhao Chuanxin stretched out his hand and strangled his neck from a distance: "You still dare to act like a tough guy with us, right?"

Che Linzimit said he was a bachelor, but now there was a desire for survival in his eyes.

Zhao Chuanxin exerted a little force on his secondary limbs, and Che Linqimit's legs flew into the air.

Jebzundamba’s eyes widened.

You say this is a deception?

When will Zhao Chuanxin come to decorate the venue?

If you say otherwise, it is really unheard of.

All the magical powers and methods of their Tantra can't do this.

Otherwise, their followers would have spread all over the Central Plains.

Che Linqimi turned his neck with difficulty and looked at Jebzundamba on the throne out of the corner of his eye.

Jebzundamba moved his butt uneasily, and after a while he said, "You, put him down..."

Zhao Chuanxin smiled slightly: "Okay."

Instead, he used his secondary limbs to lift Che Linqimit high and slam him to the ground.

Click.

Che Linzimit's legs were completely beaten into several folds.

His face was so red that he was about to explode.

Because his neck was strangled, he couldn't speak.

Jebzundamba trembled: "You..."

Zhao Chuanxin looked at Che Linqimi: "Are you still pretending?"

Che Linqimi clasped his hands together and pretended to be worshiping Zhao Chuanxin to beg for mercy.

Zhao Chuanxin suddenly let go.

Before Che Linqimi could shout, Zhao Chuanxin asked him, "Do you still believe in this living Buddha?"

Che Linqimi looked at Jebu Zundamba, then at Zhao Chuanxin, and shook his head violently: "No, I don't believe it anymore."

Jebzundamba's face suddenly turned red.

Che Linzimit lay on the ground and kowtowed: "Spare me, or give me a happy life and stop torturing me..."

He was really scared.

Death doesn't matter.

I am afraid of suffering before death.

Zhao Chuanxin nodded: "I'll help you."

As he said that, he punched him in the air.

The secondary limb pushed Che Linzimit's head until it hit the Panlong Pillar, causing his head to crack.

Boom.

Everyone shuddered, and the lama who was close was so frightened that red and white things were splashed on his face.

Zhao Chuanxin strode up the steps. Two lamas tried to stop him, but he hit one with a hammer, and the two of them suddenly fell to the ground.

Zhao Chuanxin came to Jebzundamba and looked at him condescendingly: "Are you happy being an emperor?"

"..."

"It's both a Buddha and an emperor. Do you like it?"

"..."

Zhao Chuanxin waved his hand and slapped him in the mouth: "I'm asking you a fucking question! Are you mute?"

Jebtsundamba stammered: "You, you can't kill me, I am the Supreme Prairie, I am Jebtsundamba, I am the living Buddha!"

Zhao Chuanxin turned around and said, "What the hell are you doing? Do you really think you are a fucking Buddha? You can't even pretend to be a Buddha."

Jebtsundamba dared not speak out in anger.

The surrounding lamas and ministers did not dare to step forward to stop him.

Seeing this, Jebtsundampa knew that he could only rely on himself. He raised his head and said, "Zhao Chuanxin, aren't you afraid of being blamed by the Changsheng Heaven? Aren't you afraid of going to the eighteenth level of hell? Aren't you afraid of being punished by the Buddha?"

"Condemn? Who the hell dares to convict me?" Zhao Chuanxin sneered: "Sakyamuni is here, I can't save you today!"

Zhao Chuanxin pressed Jebtsundamba's forehead and pressed it back hard. He looked at everyone in the hall and said, "Today, I'm afraid he will be reincarnated again. Reincarnation, there are a few living Buddhas. You should take good care of them." ”

Zhao Chuanxin's hand rose and fell, and Jebu Zundamba's head fell to the ground.

Everyone in the hall started crying and howling.

Zhao Chuanxin rushed over with a hammer and struck them twice with DuangDuang, knocking them over: "Who the hell dares to cry out for mourning again?"

Now, no one even dared to cry.

Jebu Tsundamba was beheaded by Zhao Chuanxin, and now he is called the Dead Buddha.

Whether he can be reincarnated is really unknown.

Zhao Chuanxin waved to a young lama: "Take me to the treasure house to see."

The little lama stood up tremblingly, his legs were extremely weak, but he did not dare to delay, so he dragged his two weak legs and took Zhao Chuanxin to the treasure house.

Zhao Chuanxin was dumbfounded after entering.

There are many kinds of peep shows, music boxes, pocket watches, clay dolls, swords and guns, etc.

The most outrageous thing is that there is a swimming ring hidden here.

You are a fucking monk, or a monk on the grassland. Why don't you get a swimming ring and put it here?

Do you really think those bubbles called Haizi are the real sea?

Zhao Chuanxin kicked the swimming ring away and felt very unlucky.

There was gold and silver here too, but not nearly as much as he imagined.

Zhao Chuanxin didn't care about anything else, but he caught a bunch of 8mm small phoenix eyes that he didn't even have time to place.

The bodhi seed mentioned in Buddhism is actually the phoenix-eye bodhi tree.

There are only two types of orthodox Buddhist rosary beads, one is water hyacinth and the other is soapberry.

The phoenix eye bodhi is small but really precious.

Zhao Chuanxin took away Xiaofengyan Bodhi and ignored the rest.

He and the young lama exited the "treasure house" and came to the main hall.

No one ran.

Because they were surrounded by the Gray Ax Army outside, they couldn't escape.

Zhao Chuanxin pointed to the body of Jebtsundamba and said to the lama in the hall: "Go back and dig out the skull, leg bones, eyebrow bones, and finger bones of this dead Buddha and make them into rosary beads for me. Zhao likes the low monk the most. A magical weapon made from the bones of a dead Buddha.”

The little lama behind him reminded him: "Sir, it will take many years to make the kabala..."

Zhao Chuanxin glared at him: "Do you think I look like someone who died early? I can afford to wait."

Little Lama: "..."

Zhao Chuanxin pointed at him: "It just so happens that you are young and have many years to live, so I will leave this matter to you. If you can't do it well, I will only ask you."

The little lama turned pale.

As soon as Zhao Chuanxin clasped his hands, the cotton coat on the statue of Tsongkhapa flew back, he put it on his body and strode out of the hall.

Walking out of the palace, Zhao Chuanxin nodded to Hu Da: "Jebtsundamba has reincarnated, maybe to India. After all, I will see a living Buddha butcher once, and I don't think he will dare to come again. The first crime All were executed, the rest were released, and the lamas returned to secular life. From now on, as long as I, Zhao Chuanxin, are here, there will be no need for religious castration in the grasslands. With Maxim and others, they will be able to sing and dance. The candidates for the temple lamas need to pass the examination. Once they pass, they must become a monk. Color. The temple does not participate in political affairs and is not allowed to own land. The local government pays salaries appropriately..."

Zhao Chuanxin set the threshold.

It cannot be said that every cat or dog can be called Buddha or become a Lama.

If you want to be a lama, you can do it without giving birth, as long as you pay the appropriate price.

Hu Da thought of all the rumors about Jebtsundampa, and asked: "What if the lama is having sex with women or men?"

"Forced to return to secular life, will never be hired."

Zhao Chuanxin patted Hu Da on the shoulder: "I'll leave this to you."

He teleported directly back to Lubin Mansion to see Lao San.

Zhao Nianzhen was pampered so much that he had to be held as long as he was awake.

The wet nurses who were looking after the child all said, "This child has a sharp butt."

Pointy buttocks are very vivid, describing someone who cannot lie down or sit still.

Once something catches Zhao Nianzhen's eye and interests her, if she is not allowed to touch it, she will pull her neck and cry shrilly, sometimes shedding tears, and sometimes it will thunder but not rain.

Rebecca Levy was rich and hired two people to look after her.

When Zhao Chuanxin returned, Yao Bing was holding his little junior sister and wandering around the floor.

She saw the clock on the table and reached out to scratch it.

Yao Bing wouldn't let her touch him, so she scratched Yao Bing with her sharp nails, leaving red marks all over his face and neck, almost bleeding.

"Ah..." Zhao Nianzhen shouted.

Yao Bing was not annoyed and quickly carried her around to another place.

When Zhao Chuanxin came back, he happened to see this scene. He took Zhao Nianzhen's hand and slapped her butt twice: "You'll get used to it!"

Zhao Nianzhen cried loudly and wanted to scratch Zhao Chuanxin, but Zhao Chuanxin stared at her. Zhao Nianzhen looked at her words and saw that he was a good hand at the dish. He only pursed his lips, stopped crying in a daze, and did not dare to make a move.

It is said that Zhao Chuanxin can stop children from crying at night, and this can be seen from his own daughter.

Yao Bing's arms were numb from holding it, but he felt extremely distressed when he saw it. He quickly took it and said, "Master, it's okay. I'm so young and have no strength. It won't hurt if I grab it twice."

Zhao Nianzhen buried his head in Yao Bing's arms. Yao Bing was just a child. Zhao Chuanxin was really worried that they would fall together.

"Haha, let's see if you still say that when she grows up."

Zhao Chuanxin gritted his teeth.

Zhao Lingjun is noisy, but in a measured way.

Zhao Zhengze must be a little tired.

Although Zhao Songzhen is less than one year old, she is already like a lady, and her smile makes people feel like sunshine.

Only Zhao Nianzhen, Zhao Chuanxin still misses him after not seeing him for a long time, and gnashes his teeth when he sees him.

This girl is not close to her father either.

Apart from her mother, Yao Bing was her only relative because Yao Bing doted on her just like her mother.

After Zhao Chuanxin stayed for a while, he couldn't stand Zhao Nianzhen's screams and left to teleport Quite Shalan.

…

On New Year's Eve, Zhao Chuanxin put down the grassland rebellion and the news of the killing of Jebzundamba spread throughout the country.

Yuan Weiting, who had just taken office, was surprised: "Zhao Tanggong is really bold. If you kill Jebzundamba, won't the grassland be in chaos?"

That is the core of Mongolian people’s belief.

Zhao Chuanxin killed him immediately.

It is difficult to say that Yuan Weiting did not take pleasure in others' misfortunes.

But what he said next disappointed him.

Duan Qirui shook his head: "Zhao Tangong was out there - the blood flowed like a river when Meng was killed. I heard that the blood froze into ice, and all the wild dogs in Kulun couldn't lick it clean for three days. Meng people are afraid of being killed by him."

Yuan Weiting gasped: "Zhao Tangong is indeed ruthless. Although Zhao Erfeng has Zhao Tangong's temper, he will not die even if he has one-tenth of his ability."

Feng Guozhang, a die-hard Yuan fan, looked solemn: "Zhao Tanggong secretly led his troops to bypass Kulun and attack the west. After Damuding Su Rong and others mobilized capable warriors from various departments, they wiped them out in one fell swoop. I heard that his Gray Ax Army is no longer in Lugang. Under the town insurance team, he was a rare elite cavalryman in the world. He swept across the grassland and killed all the princes except those who obeyed him. Now, he occupied half of the country outside the pass, and he took over all the northwest areas outside the pass. . Now, Zhao Chuanxin has completely become a climate, and the tail is too big..."

Duan Qirui said: "I admire Zhao Tangong's methods. The situation in the Central Plains is unstable. If Zhao Tangong is not there outside the customs, Tsarist Russia may take advantage of the situation to incite the prairie princes. If it is delayed for a long time, the consequences will be disastrous."

Is it more than unimaginable?

Without Zhao Chuanxin, a large piece of grassland would have to be cut off.

Yuan Weiting's eyes flickered: "The Qing Dynasty is dead, but we still have nothing to do with Zhao Chuanxin. What do you think we should do?"

Duan Qirui said: "If you want me to follow the example of the former Qing Dynasty, give him a minor official."

Feng Guozhang sneered: "I'm afraid he won't..."