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Zhu Cilang smiled and said, "The rule of Tibet before the Ming Dynasty was very extensive. I think this was not good, very bad. Since it was a bad thing, I have the obligation to correct it well."

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

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

The monk looked at Zhu Ciyang quietly and after a while, he said, "What reason is for the punishment?"

Zhu Ciyang smiled indifferently and said, "Since this palace is a Dharma King and a reincarnated Bodhisattva, then the father of this palace is certainly a Buddha of the noble religion, right? Isn't it reasonable for the Buddha and Bodhisattva to formulate laws and order subordinates to punish those who violate the violation?"

The monk listened to Zhu Cilang's words and said for a long time: "Your Highness may not know anything. Even Gu Shihan, he never cared about the internal affairs of the monk."

Zhu Cilang smiled and said, "So Gushikhan was driven out of Lhasa, and replaced it with me and the Ming Dynasty."

The monk wanted to say something, but suddenly his eyes narrowed and fell on a pistol that appeared in Zhu Cixuan's hand at some point.

The pistol is silver all over, and it looks very strange in the beauty. It keeps wandering in Zhu Cilang's palm, like a living thing.

The monk stared at the sand eagle pistol, and after a long time, he coughed and said, "Your Highness is very honest, but I am a little worried that other monks may complain after hearing this."

"Resentment?" Zhu Ciyang laughed, held the pistol in his right hand, and blew the barrel: "It's okay, let them come to talk to me. I am a reasonable person!"

The monk sighed deeply, stood up and bowed, and then left.

When he left, his back seemed a little bleak.

Fang Gongqian appeared, stared at the monk's back that had just left, and said softly: "Your Highness, why not..."

Zhu Cilang shook his head: "No, the matter of destroying Buddha cannot be reproduced in the Ming Dynasty."

Fang Gongqian was puzzled: "Why? Your Highness, you must know that the power controlled by these monks can even be compared with Gushikhan."

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

strength?

Looking at the entire Tibet, is there any more powerful force than ten thousand musketeers?

When you have enough power, Zhu Cilang can do many things, such as completely losing his superior status, and from then on, he can only be a real monk.

The monk was a smart leader. Since he left speechlessly, he already explained the default of the monk class.

Is this considered killing a donkey? Zhu Cixuan didn't think so.

The monk class introduced Gushi Khan to fight Watu Khan, and the Ming Dynasty to fight Gushi Khan. In the final analysis, it was just for the benefit of the monk class.

Since it is all about interests, don’t put nonsense like friendship on the table, it’s boring.

When Zhu Cixuan thought of this, he also sighed: "This palace is helping them return to their duty! Monks should respect and worship Buddha, so why should they be polluted by the world's mundane affairs and the smell of money!"

From this perspective, Zhu Cilang feels that he is indeed the reincarnation of a Bodhisattva in the true sense.

After feeling moved, Zhu Cixuan stood up and yawned a big yawn.

"Okay, Lao Fang, hurry up and have someone get some midnight snack. I will go to bed after eating, and I have to leave early tomorrow."

"Let's go? Your Highness, where are you going tomorrow?"

"Of course I'm going to chase Gushihan!"

"ah?"

In the south of Lhasa, there are mountains after mountains.

The Himalayas are not only Mount Everest, but this towering mountain range that stretches across the border of the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau and the South Asian subcontinent can make people sincerely sigh at what an amazing thing the power of heaven and earth is.

At the foot of one of the unknown mountains, Gushihan and the hundreds of Khashuot soldiers were resting in a secluded temple.

Heshuotai was a branch of the Mongols, so they rode their horses and fled all the way, leaving Lhasa for more than a day.

Gu Shihan knelt in the Buddhist temple, folded his hands together, closed his eyes, and looked at the Buddha in front of him for nothing.

This is a very peaceful and peaceful scene. Outside the window, there are autumn leaves falling, and a yellow leaf floating into the Buddhist temple, slowly falling on Gushihan's head, and then gently slid down.

The footsteps sounded, and Usba walked in and whispered: "King Khan, the food is cooked."

Gu Shihan's body trembled slightly and slowly opened his eyes.

"Help me up."

Wu Siba dared not neglect and stepped forward to help Gu Shihan up.

It seemed that he had been kneeling for too long, and Gu Shihan staggered when he got up.

He suddenly spoke to Usba in front of him and said, "Do you think Buddha blame Ben Khan?"

Gushihan is also one of the believers of the Yellow Sect.

Usba obviously did not expect Gushikhan to suddenly ask this question. After being stunned for a moment, he said: "I think the Buddha will not blame anyone, especially loyal believers like Khan."

"Faithful Believer?" Gu Shihan laughed, his laughter getting louder and louder, and in the end he even laughed so hard that he fell back and forth, and tears flowed through his tears.

Usba was shocked and felt a little at a loss for a moment.

After a while, Gu Shishe took back his laughter and tears still appeared at the corners of his eyes.

"Ben Khan is not a qualified believer!"

In the temple, the food should have been vegetarian, but Usba still found a way to make a pot of dog meat for Gushihan.

Gu Shihan ate very quickly. After eating for a while, he suddenly looked up at Wusiba: "Why don't you eat?"

Wusiba hurriedly said, "I will naturally have my food."

Gu Shihan shook his head: "Sit down and eat with Ben Han, Ben Han can't finish it alone."

Then Wu Siba was careful and sat down beside Gu Shihan, took out a knife from his waist, cut a small piece of dog meat and put it into his mouth.

Gu Shihan said while eating: "Where do you think we should go next?"

Wusiba thought for a while and said, "We should go back to southern Xinjiang."

Gu Shihan frowned and said, "Southern Xinjiang is no longer a ranch for our Heshuote tribe, and it has long been the place of the Junggar tribe."

Usba said: "After all, the Junggars belong to the Oirat lineage with the Khan, and Baturhuntaiji even shared the same hatred with the Khan. I believe he would firmly support the Khan."

Gu Shihan laughed and said, "Maybe that little bastard Batu is afraid of being beaten by Zhu Ciyang, and he wants to give Ben Khan's head to Zhu Ciyang to flatter him?"

Usba pondered for a moment and said, "Batur Huitaiji has ambitions and should not be able to fall below the Ming Dynasty."

Gu Shihan nodded slowly: "Okay. Since you said that, then go to Nanjiang."

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

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

Gu Shihan burped, and felt a sense of sleepiness surged into his heart. He rubbed his eyes and said, "Or else would you rest here for a while?"

Before Batul could say anything, suddenly a scream came from outside the temple.
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