Desert Eagle Suletan Khan

Chapter 263: Cutting off the roots and letting the spring breeze

Two great monks, Ajia Hutuketu and Dongkel, were escorted into the guard tent. One was a big fat man and the other was a small fat man. Both of them had a strong look of Maitreya Buddha on their faces.

"Ajia, you are so bold! Since you offered Dorji's head to surrender, why did you secretly arrange troops and horses to plot against me at the entrance of the West Rock Gorge?" Suletan shouted at the big fat man.

The fat on Ajia Hutuketu's face trembled, and he cried out, "It's unfair, Your Majesty, it's Master Dongke who wants to build a Dongke Temple at the entrance of Xishi Gorge in Huangyuan. I've been waiting for it." The people gathered here are actually building a temple and have no intention of attacking you."

"Indeed, it was the young monk who begged the great master to help build the temple." The little fat man Donkel smiled politely at Suletan. Although he had a kind face, Sultan could see something called ambition in his eyes. "Haha, building a Buddhist temple? What's the use of bringing so many weapons?" the emperor sneered.

"Isn't it normal for the Wrangler to carry some knives and guns?" Dong Keer argued.

"I asked the prisoners that you have been stationing troops at the mouth of the West Rock Gorge for more than two months. Since you are building a temple, why haven't you even dug the foundation for more than two months?"

"This~" Dong Keer was speechless for a moment.

"Hmph! Monks don't tell lies, but you, a monk, are full of lies. You have really tarnished the reputation of Buddhism. I hate unruly monks the most. I drag them down and hack them to death." Emperor Qianyuan became furious.

They have to drag people around.

"Hoo~ho~ho~" Dongkel's eyes suddenly turned blood red, his face was ferocious, and his body began to shake unnaturally and violently. The bodyguard who was dragging him shuddered and was shaken away.

"Seize the body!" Those present were horrified when they thought of that legend, and some people exclaimed involuntarily.

"Monk, take a stick from me." Mandu Ratu swung the mace in his hand. What a good man, so strong! With just one blow, Dong Cole's head was smashed into pieces, and his flesh and blood were all mangled, and his big head was stuck in his neck.

Everyone present could not believe that the arrogant legendary master died so easily.

"Ajia, haven't you told the truth until now?" Suletan looked at Ajia Hutuktu coldly.

"Your Majesty, please spare your life. This was all Dong Keer's idea. He was dissatisfied with the tax you imposed on the monks and wanted to gather monks from various monasteries to attack you. The young monk went to the entrance of the West Stone Gorge to persuade him to put down his butcher knife and never be your enemy. "meaning", Ajia Hutuktu fell to his knees with a plop, tears streaming down his face, and loudly begging for mercy.

This is what Sultan wants. The more the monks are afraid, the more it proves that they are no different from ordinary people. He said to Hanak Tuxietu, Bingtu Dalai Ubas, Maozilake and other Heshuo special surrender generals: "This monk will be handed over to you."

"Thank you, Your Majesty." Hanaktu Xietu and others were overjoyed and ordered the monks to be taken away. Starting that night, the sound of miserable howls continued for three days and three nights.

"Your Majesty, how should we deal with Kumbum Monastery?" Ten thousand households Chang Tuoli asked for instructions.

"Tambum Monastery? No, Kumbum Monastery no longer exists." Sultan sneered, "Publish my order to immediately seize the property of Kumbum Monastery and its affiliated temples and nationalize them. The original residents of the temple All households were organized into households and all the people were given pastures, livestock and fields. The monks in the temple were ordered to return to secular life. Those who refused to return to secular life were exiled to Ladakh."

Seizing the property of Kumbum Monastery appears to be a political necessity, but in fact it is an economic necessity. After all, war consumes a lot of money, and we must find ways to raise sufficient funds. The effect was immediate. The Guards raided the Kumbum Monastery and not only confiscated various treasures worth 150,000 taels of silver, but also obtained a large amount of fertile pasture land.

After Suletan tasted the sweetness, he came up with the idea of ​​​​Gelug Fortress Guolong Temple. I heard that the incense in Guolong Temple is more abundant than that in Kumbum Temple, so there must be more valuable things! The emperor ordered his subordinates: If the roots of the weeds are cut, they will grow again with the spring breeze. Only by inspecting the Guolong and Taer Temples can Qinghai be stabilized.

Guolong Temple, known as the "Mother of Temples on the North Bank of Huangshui River", is surrounded by mountains and rivers, with a quiet environment and magnificent momentum. The best thing is that the temple and the mountain are layered and integrated.

Although the temple has only been established for forty-one years, it is of great significance to the Gelug Sect and has become a strong fortress in the sect. In the past two generations, Sonam Gyatso, the three major monastery power platforms, came here to preach, teach and build monasteries; in the previous life, the three major monastery power platforms, Yunden Gyatso and Tashilhunpo Monastery, Lobsang Choe, were appointed by Ji Gyaltsen. Master Jiase, the abbot of Bozhacang Temple, presided over the construction. Countless eminent monks and powerful men have left legends here. For example, the eighteen small peaks standing in front of the temple were transformed from the eighteen Arhats brought by the first temple master Jiase from the snowy region, and so on.

The biggest legend is that the great monk Dongkel III of Malkang Dongke Monastery, who lived in Gyatso, was reborn. Because it happened right before our eyes, it attracted countless Tuhan, Tibetan and Hui believers from all ethnic groups to the Gelug Sect, and suppressed other people in one fell swoop. Various factions are established in Qinghai.

Temples are dotted in the mountains, various palaces are inlaid on steep cliffs, and green pines and cypresses are towering and lush. Mountains, ancient trees, and palaces complement each other, adding to the solemn, solemn and tranquil atmosphere. Walking up the stone steps slowly, you feel like you are in the clouds and mist, floating in the air.

In front of the temple, there is a pagoda towering into the clouds. Entering the temple is the Great Sutra Hall. Venerable Nanxin Huanjue, the founder of the Guolong Temple Fatai who created the legend of seizing the body, is giving lectures in the Great Sutra Hall, and his disciples and grandsons are all gathered together. Usually when the Venerable preaches the sutras, his mouth is full of lotus flowers, and the believers listen intoxicated. But today, when His Holiness taught the Prajna Sutra, he made mistakes many times and became restless. An old monk who knew the inside story understood that the Venerable was worried about the safety of the five thousand monks and soldiers sent to support Kumbum Monastery, but was unable to share his worries. He could only sit and listen to the lecture, waiting in silence.

"Honorable Sir, it's not good, our army has been defeated." Master Naqie burst in covered in blood and disturbed the lectures in the sutra hall.

"What!" The monks were horrified after hearing this.

However, Venerable Quezang Nanxin Huanjue quickly regained his composure and ordered calmly, "I will write a letter and give it to Qi Tingjian, the commander of the Xining Guards, asking him to send troops to rescue for the sake of fellow Tu people. Before that, we must Protect Guolong Temple! Arm all the monks and subjects of this temple and guard the mountain. All the monks and subjects of each temple should gather in this temple."

On September 8, the battle of Guolong Temple began.

The Guards' forward troops, including Tuoli, Obodui Wulanghai, and Hanak Tushetu, advanced rapidly and were intercepted by Gelug followers at the Harazhi Valley, twenty miles away from Guolong Temple. How can monks and laymen armed with sticks compare with regular soldiers wearing razor-sharp uniforms and well-trained soldiers? The guards fought bravely, captured three mountains and destroyed six camps. Then they took advantage of the victory and drove towards Guolong Temple, destroying five more camps along the way. The sound of killing shook the sky, and blood flowed like a river.

On September 13, the guardsmen marched to the foot of Guolong Temple, but were met with stubborn resistance by more than 4,000 monk soldiers.

"Set the mountain on fire." Seeing that the mountain was steep, Sultan issued an order to reduce casualties. The guards first set fire to the house and forced out the monk soldiers. After the monk soldiers fled to the valley to hide, they set fire to the mountains and forests, killing more than 3,000 people and burning all the temple courtyards. This battle was extremely tragic. According to historical records, "the house was burned down. Outside the temple, the thieves lurked in the valley, gathered firewood and set fire to them. The thieves were wiped out. More than three thousand thieves were killed, the temple was destroyed, and the canal was executed."

Quezang, Nanxin Huanjue Venerable and Naqie Guru led more than a thousand rebels to hide in the mountains and forests behind the temple. They couldn't resist, so they sent envoys to ask for surrender.

"Pass my military order. They are not allowed to surrender. They are all to be killed." Sultan's voice was cold and ruthless.

"Since the enemy is willing to submit, why bother killing more?" Liu Haogu advised.

Emperor Qianyuan smiled evilly and waved his hand, "Master Liu, have you ever heard of any major changes in this world that can be successful without bloodshed? I want to implement the "David Law" and tax monks. Why don't I kill a few monks to establish my authority? OK?"

(End of this chapter)