The monks’ greeting Zhu Cilang does not seem to be a big deal, but it is not.

Even when Gushikhan was invited by the monks to march into Lhasa, the monks did not go to the city gate to greet him in person, but just sent a few hosts to greet him.

This is because the monk class has the halo of "the spokesperson of Buddha", in other words, they are believers with "divine nature".

Since you have divine nature, how can you be on par with ordinary people?

This principle may sound quite absurd to those who do not believe in God, but in the hearts of countless believers in Tibet, this is a natural thing.

But today, it is under the gaze of these believers that the spokesperson, monks and other monks, who possess the divine nature of Buddha, lowered their heads to Zhu Cilang.

Respectful, even somewhat - servile.

Of course, these can be explained, because the crown prince Zhu Cilang is a Bodhisattva under the Buddha's seat, and the Emperor of Ming Dynasty far away in the capital is even one of the Buddhas.

But no matter what, this incident still leaves a crack in the hearts of many people.

In time, when a person with a heart quietly expands this crack in a silent way, the high wall of faith will slowly collapse.

By then, the emperors on earth will replace the Buddha who is above and become the object of awe and loyalty to all believers.

As the future emperor, Zhu Cilang likes this very much.

After returning to Lhasa, Zhu Cilang looked at the towering palace in front of him and said something calmly.

"From today, this palace is my father's palace, and it is also my father's presence as a Buddha in Tibet. You should have no objection, right?"

A middle-aged monk's cheeks trembled clearly, and he wanted to speak with anger, but was stopped by the monk.

The monk smiled gently and said, "The Buddha should have a place to do it, otherwise how can he accept worship from believers? What the Bodhisattva said is reasonable."

Zhu Cilang laughed and said, "That's good. I guess you are tired after waiting at the city gate for a long time. I won't leave you for dinner. Let's go back."

The monk was silent for a moment and nodded, "This is indeed the reason."

The monk took many monks and watched Zhu Cilang's carriage leave.

The monk who was stopped by the monk just now said dissatisfied: "Why don't the monk let me speak? That prince is too much."

The monk turned his head and looked at the monk lightly: "Do you know that the Central Plains was the place where my Buddhist teachings flourished?"

The monk said: "I know this naturally. If we talk about the great rise of our Buddha, it will naturally be during the Central Plains, Southern and Northern Dynasties and the Sui and Tang Dynasties."

The monk said lightly: "Then do you know why my Buddhist teachings have declined in the Central Plains now?"

The monk snorted and said, "Of course, it is because the people in the Central Plains are too arrogant and rude to me, so my Buddha is unwilling to save them!"

The monk sighed and said, "I am confused. My Buddha is compassionate and heals all things in the world. How could he not be willing to save believers? The real reason is that the rulers of the Central Plains are destroying the Buddha."

The word "destroying Buddha" seems to have some strange ability, which immediately calmed down all the monks present.

The monk looked around all the monks present and said lightly: "Of course I know your dissatisfaction, but don't forget how fierce the Central Plains people destroyed the Buddhas back then."

All the monks' faces changed.

He was still the same monk and said dryly: "The entire Tibet is full of believers of my Buddha. How dare he?"

The monk laughed: "The believers of my Buddha in the Central Plains back then were more than ten times, hundreds, and thousands of times that in Tibet now! But what about the result?"

The monk couldn't speak anymore.

The monk said earnestly: "I am a Buddha, and it is precisely because of this that I hope that I will be more compassionate. Otherwise, when the catastrophe of destruction of the Buddha truly comes, it will be the day when our believers will disappoint me."

Zhu Cixuan returned to the palace and fell to the big bed that originally belonged to Gushihan with satisfaction.

The bed is Gu Shihan's bed, but of course the bedding and other things need to be replaced with brand new ones.

Zhu Cilang stretched comfortably and felt how beautiful the world was.

Some time ago, in order to chase Gushihan, it was a very hard work.

Fang Gonggan appeared beside Zhu Cixuan and whispered: "Your Highness, the monks seem to be quarreling."

Zhu Ciyang laughed and said, "I am so arrogant. If they don't make arguing, wouldn't I be sorry for the scene I performed?"

Fang Gonggan was obviously puzzled and said, "Your Highness, I want me to say that I will kill those monks who disrespect you and the Ming Dynasty, and that's all the time?"

Zhu Cilang shook his head slightly and said, "You don't understand. Although they have different opinions, they are actually one. Of course, this can kill some of their people, but this will not make the remaining people more willing to be loyal, but will only make all the monks even more angry."

There was a look of confusion on Fang Gonggan's face. He wanted to ask something, but Zhu Cilang had fallen asleep.

The personal pursuit on the plateau is that even a teenager who is in his teenage body has strong physical recovery, it cannot support it.

The next day, the Great Temple in Lhasa.

Zhu Cixuan looked at a young monk in front of him who was about eight or nine years old and said, "Is this a reincarnated spirit child?"

The monk nodded slightly: "That is. According to the Buddha's will, he will become the new leader of Buddhism after I return to the Western Paradise."

Zhu Cixuan was a little curious: "Isn't it reincarnation?"

The monk’s treasure appearance is solemn: “There are so many Buddhas, Bodhisattvas, and Arhats, who can guarantee that the same person will be reincarnated every time?”

Zhu Cilang said seriously: "It does make sense, but I have a proposal."

The monk said: "Please speak with your priest."

Zhu Cixuan glanced at the spiritual child in front of him and smiled and said, "I heard that the monks need to study Buddhism carefully on weekdays, so how can I have time to teach the spiritual child? That's it. After all, I am also a Bodhisattva under the Buddha's seat. I will bring the spiritual child back to the capital to teach. How about it?"

The expression on the monk's face changed.

After a while, the monk said, "I really don't dare to bother Your Highness."

Zhu Cixuan said seriously: "It's all my own people, why are you talking so politely? Just make up for it. Every generation of spiritual children will be sent to the capital to train them well. This will be beneficial to the development of my Buddha in Tibet!"

The monk wanted to say something else, but suddenly his eyes gathered on the pistol that had been exposed in Zhu Cilang's palm.

The monk recited the Buddha's name and said, "Since the Bodhisattva has spoken, I will naturally not refuse."

Zhu Cilang laughed loudly and gave a thumbs up at the monk: "Very good, I will take the Spirit Children's Teachers back to the court tomorrow!"
Chapter completed!