mage in the late qing dynasty

Chapter 1090 Zhao Tan Gong, the Successful One

This is Zhao Chuanxin's final warning to the grassland people in their faith.

That's him doing 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 pedaled towards the gate of the palace.

These dozens of lamas knew that the person in front of them was Zhao Chuanxin. They were extremely scared. They held guns and did not feel safe at all.

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 he didn't shoot, he might be killed by Zhao Chuanxin.

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

boom.

In the end, some lamas fired shots out of fear.

Zhao Chuanxin landed instantly.

The lama was delighted, thinking that it was luck that he shot Zhao Chuanxin and injured him.

A lama noticed that ripples appeared in front of Zhao Chuanxin and the air twisted.

Zhao Chuanxin flashed after landing.

He just let these lamas take action first.

Now he has no scruples when it comes to killing people.

He immediately drew his bow and shot the arrow.

chi chi chi...

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

Dozens of lamas were either killed or seriously injured.

He drew his bow and walked among the lamas who were staggering to and fro.

The imperial palace was just a converted office of the former minister.

Just as Zhao Chuanxin reached the door, a group of herdsmen suddenly came rushing in from outside.

When they saw the lamas suffering heavy casualties in front of the palace gate, they were furious.

"How dare you kill a monk?"

"Eternal Heaven will punish you!"

"Stop it quickly..."

They were all believers, relying on their numbers to push and shove the Grey Axe soldiers.

Who is Jebtsundamba?
The monks in his monastery had the right to levy heavy taxes, and he did so.

As a monk, he eats both meat and vegetables, and is ecstatic with both men and women. What is spreading like wildfire is not just a rumor, but also the fact.

Yet, despite all the shit he's done, his followers remain fanatical.

This is also the reason why the Qing court could not do anything to him.

Jebtsundamba has been arrogant for many years.

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

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

After hearing this, Chelinzimid felt that this was a glimmer of hope.

I hope those believers can make Zhao Chuanxin, this madman, feel fear.

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

He kicked a lama who was struggling to stand up in the face, and the lama's head hit the ground and his brain splattered.

The believers were so angry that their eyes were about to burst: "How dare you..."

Zhao Chuanxin didn't go in. He flashed to the herdsman and took out the hammer that had been stained black by the blood of the Mexicans: "Get out of the way!"

The Grey Axe soldiers hurriedly made way, but the herdsmen continued to move forward due to inertia.

Zhao Chuanxin swung the hammer from bottom to top.

thump.

The man had a broken jaw.

I couldn't even scream.

The people behind were still pushing and shoving.

Zhao Chuanxin used his left hand to grab the person and swung the hammer with his right hand.

Boom, boom, boom, boom...

The crowd that was pushing and shoving fell to the sides. The people who came up from behind saw this and shouted in horror: "Zhao Chuanxin killed someone..."

Only those behind know what happened in front.

But the place was so crowded that we were in a dilemma.

Zhao Chuanxin continued to pull and hammer.

Boom, boom, boom...

The old one was hammered to death, and there was a smaller one behind it, which was just as tall as the wheels of a prairie cart.

Although this child is small, he has already grown some flesh on his face and glared at Zhao Chuanxin fiercely.

thump.

Zhao Chuanxin hit the child with a hammer, leaving a bloody hole in his temporal bone and he fell to the ground.

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

But it was all in vain.

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

thump.

It sounds slow, but it actually happens very quickly.

In just a few breaths, Zhao Chuanxin advanced seven or eight meters forward, surpassing the Gray Axe Army's blocking line on both sides and killing his way into the crowd.

"If you think the law doesn't apply to the masses, you're wrong." Zhao Chuanxin swung his hammer and ordered, "Gray Axe Army, kill the mob!"

Hu Da pursed his lips and drew out his cavalry sword.

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

Tata Tata...

This seems to be a signal.

People around opened fire and some hacked with cavalry swords.

For a while, ghosts cried and wolves howled.

Even the Mongolian soldiers were no match for these ferocious soldiers, let alone ordinary herdsmen.

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

The man was in mid-air, with a Xingyue M1909 light machine gun in his hand.

Tata Tata...

"help me……"

"Run... ugh!"

How can a person outrun a bullet?
Zhao Erfeng did the same thing at the beginning.

The Qing government's decision to seize railway rights was not entirely wrong.

As the government-supervised and business-operated system developed, there was serious redundancy and low efficiency, and a variety of voices within the railway organization, which resulted 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's impulsiveness has serious consequences, but Zhao Chuanxin can pay for his impulsiveness.

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

After all, not everyone is as hard-hearted as Zhao Chuanxin. The soldiers of the Gray Axe Army gradually stopped killing and rounded up those who were kneeling on the ground begging for mercy.

Zhao Chuanxin pushed through the crowd and came in front of them.

He asked through the loudspeaker: "Is there anyone else trying to stop it?"

The surviving herders lowered their heads.

Zhao Chuanxin asked: "Does anyone want revenge?"

No one spoke.

Zhao Chuanxin told them: "From now on, there will be only one voice on the grassland. It is not the voice of God or Buddha, but my voice, Zhao Chuanxin."

"If anyone doesn't agree, just come out and try."

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

Only then did Zhao Chuanxin turn around and go to the palace.

Inside the palace.

When Jebtsundamba heard the report from the lama who was spying on the wall, he was so frightened that his body trembled.

But he still held on to a fluke mentality: "No, Zhao Chuanxin would not dare to kill me even if he killed the herdsmen."

As he was speaking, the door to the hall exploded and cold wind rushed in.

A figure appeared at the door.

Zhao Chuanxin pulled off his hat and threw it aside, then took off his coat and threw it at the bronze statue of Tsongkhapa, just covering the statue's face.

He looked around and found that this "palace" was very strange, covered with talismans, idols of gods and monsters, and prayer flags everywhere.

Chelin Qimite and others said nothing, and looked at Zhao Chuanxin with their bodies tense.

But when Zhao Chuanxin turned around, they all lowered their heads and dared not look at him.

Zhao Chuanxin looked at Che Linqimite and said, "It seems that you haven't learned your lesson after I broke your legs."

Chelin Qimite suddenly raised his head and stiffened his neck: "Zhao Chuanxin, things have come to this point, you can kill me or chop me up as you wish..."

Zhao Chuanxin reached out and grabbed his neck from a distance: "How dare you pretend to be a tough guy in front of us?"

The bachelor that Chelin Qimmit mentioned now had a desire to survive in his eyes.

Zhao Chuanxin exerted a little force with his secondary limbs, and Chelinqimite's two legs were lifted into the air.

Jebtsundamba's eyes widened.

You say this is a sleight of hand?
When will Zhao Chuanxin come to set up the venue?
If you say no, it's really unheard of.

None of the various magical powers of their Tantric Buddhism can achieve this.

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

Chelinqimit turned his neck with difficulty and glanced at Jebtsundamba on the throne out of the corner of his eye.

Jebtsundamba moved his buttocks uneasily, and finally spoke after a while: "You, put him down..."

Zhao Chuanxin smiled slightly and said, "Okay." He then lifted Chelinqimite up with his secondary limbs and threw him to the ground.

Click.

Chelinzimid's legs were completely broken into pieces.

His face turned red to the point of exploding.

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

Jebtsundamba shuddered: "You..."

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

Chelinqimite put his hands together and pretended to worship Zhao Chuanxin, begging for mercy.

Zhao Chuanxin suddenly let go.

Without waiting for Chelin Qimite to shout, Zhao Chuanxin asked him, "Do you still believe in this living Buddha?"

Chelinqimit looked at Jebtsundamba, then at Zhao Chuanxin, and shook his head fiercely: "No, I don't believe it."

Jebtsundamba's face suddenly turned red.

Chelin Qimmit knelt on the ground and kowtowed: "Please spare me, or give me a quick death and stop torturing me..."

He was really scared.

Death is irrelevant.

I’m afraid of suffering before I die.

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

As he said this, he threw a punch in the air.

The secondary limb pushed Chelinzimid's head against the Panlong Pillar, causing his head to crack.

bang.

Everyone shuddered at the same time. The face of the lama who was nearby was splashed with red and white substances, and he was so scared that he defecated and pissed.

Zhao Chuanxin strode up the stairs with big strides. Two lamas tried to stop him, but he hit them one by one with his hammer, and they immediately fell to the ground.

Zhao Chuanxin came in front of Jebtsundamba and looked down at him: "Are you happy being the emperor?"

"..."

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

"..."

Zhao Chuanxin slapped him in the face: "I'm asking you a fucking question! Are you mute?"

Jebtsundamba stammered, "You, you can't kill me. I am the supreme ruler of the grassland. I am Jebtsundamba. I am the living Buddha!"

Zhao Chuanxin slapped him again: "What a fool you are. Do you really think you are a Buddha? You can't even pretend to be a Buddha."

Jebtsundamba was angry but dared not speak out.

The lamas and ministers around did not dare to step forward to stop them.

Seeing this, Jebtsundamba knew he could only rely on himself. He raised his head and said, "Zhao Chuanxin, aren't you afraid of being blamed by Changshengtian? Aren't you afraid of being sent to the eighteen levels of hell? Aren't you afraid of being punished by the Buddha?"

"Punish me? Who the hell dares to punish me?" Zhao Chuanxin sneered: "Even if Sakyamuni comes, he can't save you today!"

Zhao Chuanxin held Jebtsundamba's forehead and pushed it back hard. He looked at the people in the hall and said, "Today, I'm afraid he will reincarnate again. Let him reincarnate. What a living Buddha. You all should watch carefully."

Zhao Chuanxin raised his hand and light fell, and Jebtsundamba's head fell to the ground.

Everyone in the hall began to cry.

Zhao Chuanxin rushed over with a hammer and knocked two people down with two hammers: "Who the hell dares to cry again?"

Now, no one even dared to cry.

Jebtsundamba was beheaded by Zhao Chuanxin, and now he is called - Dead Buddha.

Whether it is possible to reincarnate is really unknown.

Zhao Chuanxin waved to a little lama and said, "Take me to the treasure house."

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

Zhao Chuanxin was dumbfounded when he went in.

There are all kinds of things, such as 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, a monk from the grassland at that, and you put a swimming ring here, isn't that a joke?
Do you really think those bubbles called "haizi" are real seas?

Zhao Chuanxin kicked the swimming ring away, feeling very unlucky.

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

Zhao Chuanxin didn't care about anything else, but he was attracted by a string of 8mm small phoenix-eye diamonds that he hadn't had time to polish yet.

The Bodhi seeds mentioned in Buddhism are actually the Phoenix Eye Bodhi.

There are only two kinds of orthodox Buddhist prayer beads, one is Bodhi tree and the other is Sapindus mukorossi.

The value of Phoenix Eye Bodhi lies in its small size and solidness.

Zhao Chuanxin took the small Phoenix Eye Bodhi and ignored the rest.

He and the little lama left the "treasure house" and came to the main hall.

No one ran.

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

Zhao Chuanxin pointed at Jebtsundamba's corpse and said to the lamas in the hall, "Go back and dig out the skull, leg bones, brow bones, and finger bones of this dead Buddha and make them into rosary beads for me. I like the instruments made of the dead Buddha bones the most."

The little lama behind him reminded him: "Sir, it takes many years to make a skull..."

Zhao Chuanxin glared at him: "Do you think I'm going to die early? I can wait."

Little Lama: “…”

Zhao Chuanxin pointed at him and said, "It's just right. You are young and have many years to live. I will leave this matter to you. If you can't do it well, I will hold you responsible."

The little lama turned pale.

Zhao Chuanxin raised his hand and the cotton coat on the statue of Tsongkhapa flew back. He put it on and walked out of the hall with big strides.

Walking out of the palace, Zhao Chuanxin nodded to Hu Da: "Jebtsundamba has reincarnated, maybe to India. After all, if I see a living Buddha once in the future, I guess he won't dare to come again. The main culprit will be executed, and the rest will be released. The lamas will return to secular life. From now on, with me, Zhao Chuanxin, here, the grassland does not need religion to castrate their blood. With Maxim, they will sing and dance. The candidates for the lamas in the temples need to go through examinations and tests. Once they pass and become monks, they must abstain from sex. The temples shall not participate in political affairs and shall not own land. The local government shall pay appropriate salaries..."

Zhao Chuanxin set a threshold.

Not every cat or dog can be called a Buddha or become a lama.

If you want to be a lama and not do any work, that's fine, as long as you pay the corresponding price.

Hu Da recalled the rumors about Jebtsundamba and asked, "What if a lama is attracted to women or men?"

"Forced to return to secular life and never employed again."

Zhao Chuanxin patted Hu Da's shoulder and said, "I'll leave this to you."

He teleported directly back to Lubin Prefecture to see the third brother.

Zhao Nianzhen was spoiled beyond belief and had to be held as long as she was awake.

The nurses who looked after the child all said, "This child has a pointed butt."

Pointy buttocks is a very vivid description of being unable to lie down or sit still.

Once Zhao Nianzhen set her eyes on something and became interested in it, if she wasn't allowed to touch it, she would scream and cry, sometimes with tears, and sometimes just thunder without rain.

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

When Zhao Chuanxin returned, Yao Bing was holding his junior sister and walking around.

She saw the clock on the table and started scratching it.

Yao Bing didn't let her touch him, so she scratched Yao Bing with her sharp fingernails, leaving red marks all over his face and neck, almost drawing blood.

"Ah..." Zhao Nianzhen screamed.

Yao Bing didn't get angry and quickly carried her to another place.

Zhao Chuanxin came back and happened to see this scene. He took over Zhao Nianzhen and slapped her on the butt twice: "You spoiled me!"

Zhao Nianzhen burst into tears and tried to scratch Zhao Chuanxin, but Zhao Chuanxin stared at her. Zhao Nianzhen was an expert at observing her expressions and knew how to deal with her own problems, so she just pursed her lips, stopped crying, and did not dare to scratch her.

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 this, and hurriedly took it over: "Master, it's okay, little Junior Sister is so young and doesn't have much strength, it won't hurt if you grab it a few times."

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

"Haha, wait until she grows up and see if you still say that."

Zhao Chuanxin gritted his teeth.

Although Zhao Lingjun was noisy, he knew his limits.

Zhao Zhengze seems a little depressed.

Although Zhao Songzhen is not even one year old, she already looks like a lady, and her smile gives people a sunny feeling.

The only exception is Zhao Nianzhen. Zhao Chuanxin still misses him after not seeing him for a long time, and would grit his teeth when he sees him.

This girl is not close to her father.

Apart from her mother, Yao Bing is her only relative, because Yao Bing spoils her just like her mother does.

Zhao Chuanxin stayed for a while, but couldn't stand Zhao Nianzhen's screams anymore, so he left and teleported to Quetshalan.

……

On New Year's Eve, the news that Zhao Chuanxin had suppressed the grassland rebellion and killed Jebtsundamba spread across the country.

Yuan Weiting, who had just taken office, was shocked: "Zhao Tan Gong is really bold. If he kills Jebtsundamba, won't the grassland be in chaos?"

That is the core of the Mongols’ belief.

Zhao Chuanxin killed him if he said so.

It is hard to say that Yuan Weiting did not gloat over other people's misfortune.

But what followed disappointed him.

Duan Qirui shook his head: "Zhao Tan Gong was out there killing people. The blood flowed like a river. I heard that the blood froze into ice. The wild dogs in Kulun couldn't lick it clean even after three days. The Mongols are scared of him killing people."

Yuan Weiting gasped, "Zhao Tan Gong is indeed cruel and ruthless. Although Zhao Erfeng has Zhao Tan Gong's temper, he would not die even if he had one tenth of his ability."

Feng Guozhang, a die-hard Yuan fan, had a serious expression on his face. "Zhao Tangong secretly led his troops to bypass Kulun and raid the west. He will wait for Damuding Surong and his men to mobilize capable warriors from various tribes, and then destroy them in one fell swoop. I heard that his Gray Axe Army is no less powerful than the Lugang Town Insurance Team, and is a rare elite cavalry in the world. It can be said that they swept across the grassland. All the princes and nobles, except those who obeyed him, were beheaded. Now, he has occupied half of the eastern part of the border area outside the Great Wall, and he has taken over the entire northwest region outside the Great Wall. Now, Zhao Chuanxin has become completely powerful, and it is difficult to get rid of him..."

Duan Qirui said: "I admire Zhao Tan Gong's methods. The situation in the Central Plains is unstable. If Zhao Tan Gong is not outside the Great Wall, Tsarist Russia will probably take advantage of the situation to incite the princes of the grasslands. If it is delayed for too long, the consequences will be disastrous."

Is it more than unimaginable?

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

Yuan Weiting's eyes flickered: "The Qing Dynasty has fallen, but we still can't do anything to Zhao Chuanxin. What do you think we should do with him?"

Duan Qirui said: "In my opinion, we should follow the example of the Qing Dynasty and give him a small official title."

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

(End of this chapter)