mage in the late qing dynasty

Chapter 963: Zhao Chuanxin, the Living Yama
Zhao Chuanxin knew that the Eighth Jebtsundamba was just a big scoundrel who was seeking fame and reputation on the grassland.

He doesn't need to kill him and get his hands dirty. A better option would be to expose him and publicize his deeds.

Jebtsundamba's eyes were grim and his chin was slightly raised, with no intention of giving in.

He even looked at Zhao Chuanxin with some provocation.

It seems to be saying: I am Jebtsundamba, what can you do to me?
But Zhao Chuanxin raised his hand.

"Snapped!"

Slap the living Buddha.

Jebtsundamba was hit on the head and five black and red finger marks appeared on his face.

The whole audience was shocked.

Zhao Chuanxin used the same hand to hit Jebtsundamba on the same side of the face.

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

Jebtsundamba retreated after being beaten.

Yanzhi cried out "Ouch!" It turned out that someone stepped on his foot.

"stop!"

"Zhao Chuanxin, you will not die well..."

Many of the believers on the grassland are devout.

Seeing Jebtsundamba being humiliated at this time, I felt heartbroken.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Chuanxin swung his arm and gave him a final slap in the face.

PIA…

Jebtsundamba was hit so hard that he fell to the ground, which showed how strong the force was.

He just felt his head buzzing and there seemed to be the sound of cicadas in his ears, sharp and continuous.

The slap seemed to have caused damage to the eardrum of one of his ears.

Xingyue warned: "Someone is carrying a gun."

Zhao Chuanxin looked at the red dot among the dense light spots on his glasses. He bent his knees slightly, jumped up on the solid wooden table, leaned back, grabbed the beam with both hands, and swung backwards.

bang bang bang...

All the shots missed.

He twisted his waist and abdomen, and stayed in the air for a moment, then took out the Mosin-Nagant revolver, pulled the trigger with his right hand, and pressed the hammer with his left hand.

bang bang bang...

Six bullets were fired in succession, at a speed so fast that the human retina could not capture it.

Six gun-wielding lamas fell to the ground, all shot in the forehead.

Zhao Chuanxin fell to the ground, and he thrust the still hot barrel of his gun into the eyes of the seventh lama holding the gun.

"Ow..."

Zhao Chuanxin turned around and whipped his fist.

Snapped!
The lama fell to the ground, his eyes rolled back, and he fainted.

Without a strong neck, you can’t withstand a blow from Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin raised his leg and stomped hard, and the Mosin-Nagant's rotor was stepped deeper into his eye socket.

The unconscious lama's body twitched for a while and then he became motionless.

hiss……

The rest retreated frantically.

It's instinctive.

But when Jebtsundamba pointed at Zhao Chuanxin and said, "Kill him!"

After he finished speaking, some devout herdsmen took out their machetes and daggers and rushed forward regardless of their lives, ready to fight Zhao Chuanxin to the death.

The power of faith, or the power of brainwashing, is still quite strong.

Zhao Chuanxin took out the Chunguang Sword and twisted his neck.

The head of the Shabi Yamen, Batma Dorji, was furious: "Zhao Chuanxin, you dare to kill people in the Buddhist temple? I will definitely report it to the court!"

Zhao Chuanxin laughed: "I have a bold idea, and I also have a complete set of criminal laws. I am fighting bandits, and I will fight them without leaving a single blade of grass behind."

Batmadorji was stunned at first, then his face turned pale.

Several red rays popped out from the hilt of the Chun Guang Sword, that was the light blade.

Raise your hand and pull gently.

scoff.

The two were split into two at the same time.

It was as easy as cutting tofu with a knife, no matter whether it was bones or meat, there was no hindrance.

There was also a slight smell of burning feathers.

A large amount of blood gathered and splashed, and the people around were covered in blood, like evil spirits that had just crawled out of purgatory.

The whirlwind wipes the neck, the clouds wipe the left and right, the sea is explored and the dragon is slain...

The Spring Sword is really useful no matter how you use it.

Even if Zhao Chuanxin simply cuts his wrist, it can stir up a bloody storm.

Who made the light blade so sharp?

In the blink of an eye, more than thirty lamas and herdsmen died.

A river of blood flowed in front of the temple.

Yanzhi was so frightened that he couldn't speak and just kept shaking.

Zhao Chuanxin rushed out of the house.

None of these bastards who were of noble status went on the charge. Most of those who charged into battle were devout herdsmen, while more lamas went to the warehouse to get guns.

When they turned back, they no longer saw anyone who dared to challenge Zhao Chuanxin.

Batmadorji, Chelinqimmit, Demchukdorji, Handadorji and others retreated, fearing that they would be cut in half by the red light.

These people shout for joy, but their bodies are very honest.

The group of lamas who went to get guns have returned, and Zhao Chuanxin appears.

Zhao Chuanxin's sudden disappearance left the lamas who came with rifles at a loss.

Even if they had guns, they were just amateur shooting enthusiasts compared to professional soldiers.

Zhao Chuanxin appeared behind them, grabbed the gun handle from the side, turned the gun muzzle and pointed it at the lama next to them.

boom.

The lama next to him was shot in the chest and fell to the ground.

The others shuddered and looked around in confusion for the enemy.

Zhao Chuanxin held down the lama's shoulders, swung his waist and abdomen vigorously, clamped his legs around the lama's neck from behind, and pressed down hard. The lama bent over involuntarily and could not resist at all.

He used a quick-firing rifle to try to support his body. Zhao Chuanxin pressed his knee against the gun barrel, bent over and pulled the trigger.

boom.

The muzzle of the gun supporting the body pierced the other man's chin at an angle.

He stood behind the lama who was bending over and lying on the ground, and turned 180 degrees in the air.

The blade of the Spring Light Sword swept across the two of them.

The light blade was retracted, and the reverse elf carving knife popped out and cut off the bodies of the two again.

The movements are graceful, elegant and timeless.

In the distance, Batmadorji, Handadorji, Chelinqimit, Demchukdorji and others opened their mouths wide, like fish out of water and lacking oxygen.

Everyone says that Zhao Chuanxin is a god of war and a butcher, but today I saw him use various weapons seamlessly and fight like flowing water, which still seems incredible.

As the saying goes - your gun is my gun.

Your sword is my sword.

Your knife is my knife.

Killing people is like killing chickens!
Human life is like a mustard.

In a blink of an eye, all the lamas who came back with the quick guns were slaughtered by Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin was leaning on an old Mosin-Nagant, and his body and face were inevitably splashed with blood.

Only a row of neat and dense teeth are white.

He bared his teeth: "The sword shows that one values ​​righteousness over life, and the white rainbow comes back with revenge. Do you really think I don't know the dirty tricks between you and Tsarist Russia?"

Batma Dorji argued: "Zhao Chuanxin, you are slandering me."

Zhao Chuanxin flashed and appeared in front of Batmadorji the next moment: "Hmm? What did you say?"

"me……"

Zhao Chuanxin stared into his eyes. Batmadorji looked away and didn't dare to meet his gaze.

Zhao Chuanxin said: "Which tiger did the Japanese-Russian joint tiger hunting team hunt? When they failed to hunt the tiger, they hid in the grassland. Which temple did they hide in?"

Batmadorji remained silent.

Zhao Chuanxin raised his hand and slapped him.

Snapped!
Batmadorji was slapped away.

Even at his old age, he still sleeps well and falls asleep as soon as he lies down.

He came to Demchukdorji and asked: "Do you have anything to say?"

"I, I...I have nothing to say."

"What about you?" Zhao Chuanxin asked Che Linqimite again.

"I have nothing to say."

"What about you? Do you want to punish me?" Zhao Chuanxin asked Hangda Dorji.

Hangda Dorji swallowed and said, "No..."

Jebtsundamba staggered out of the house and gasped when he saw the broken limbs and debris all over the yard.

He was finally afraid.

Yanzhi hid in the house like a coward.

Zhao Chuanxin didn't intend to let him go, and pointed into the house: "You, come out!"

Yanzhi was extremely frightened, but his body was out of control and his legs were trembling.

"Who are you?" Zhao Chuanxin asked.

"I am Yanzhi, the Minister of Kulun. The Manchu Minister of Kulun."

"Yanzhi, let me ask you, are there any bandit problems on the grassland?"

"some!"

"Am I fighting bandits?"

"Yes, exactly!"

"Did the Eighth Jebtsundamba Khutuktu harbor bandits? Did he collude with the Russians?" "Ah, this..."

Even though Yanzhi threatened Jebtsundamba, saying he would report this to the Lifanyuan.

In fact, according to the original historical trajectory, he did not report to the court until the end.

But he did borrow a quick-firing rifle from Jebtsundamba to deal with Taoktaohu who was robbing Han merchants in Zhuoerbasai and Sangbeizi areas.

This shows that he knows everything.

Seeing him hesitating, Zhao Chuanxin narrowed his eyes and said, "I'll give you one more chance, Jebtsundamba. Are you harboring bandits and colluding with the Russians?"

"Yes... yes, he colluded with the Russians and harbored horse bandits." Yan Zhi gritted his teeth, thinking that a hero should not suffer a loss in front of him.

After all, life is important, we can talk about the future later.

Jebtsundamba was furious, pointing at Yanzhi and shouting, "Think it over before you speak!"

"Yes, think it over first." Zhao Chuanxin said lightly.

Yan Zhi was torn between inner and outer feelings, and stamped his feet: "Master Buddha, do you really think I don't know about the good things you have done?"

Jebtsundamba felt powerless, but Zhao Chuanxin smiled and said, "You know it best. Now go get a pen and paper and tell me everything. Sign and seal it with your official seal. At the same time, report it to the Lifanyuan and the imperial court. Tell me the crimes you have committed. Remember, tell me everything clearly. If the information I have confirmed is different from others, I will fucking skin you alive!"

Yanzhi shuddered.

He was really afraid of Zhao Chuanxin, and he really believed that Zhao Chuanxin could skin him alive.

This man kills people without blinking an eye.

These dozens of people were killed without any hesitation and they even slapped Jebtsundamba. They were bolder than the sky.

"Of course, of course!" Yanzhi agreed readily. How could he dare to refute?
Zhao Chuanxin then said to the others: "Each of you write one copy, it will serve as a golden ticket to avoid death. It is also called a letter of surrender."

Everyone looked at Jebtsundamba as if they had lost their parents.

"Let's see who dares?" No one else dared to refute the killing god in front of them, but Jebtsundamba dared.

Zhao Chuanxin took only one step, about ten meters, and arrived in front of Jebtsundamba: "Do you think I dare not kill you?"

Jebtsundamba pursed his lips and said nothing: "..."

Zhao Chuanxin took out a Spanish Toledo Damascus dagger inlaid with gold and gently slashed Jebtsundamba's face.

The sharp Uzbek steel sword easily cut into Jebtsundamba's face.

Even so, he didn't even dare to hide.

Perhaps he understood that he couldn't escape it.

Zhao Chuanxin chuckled and said, "Look carefully, I can't hide the look in my eyes that wants to kill you. You didn't die because the people of the grassland need to understand the true character of the Buddha they admire."

Jebtsundamba Khutuktu had an unshirkable responsibility for Outer Mongolia's subsequent independence.

The Qing dynasty was not good, but those "heroes of the grassland" promoted by later generations were not good people either.

Zhao Chuanxin had no favorable impression on Tibetan Buddhism or the Yellow Sect on the grassland.

This group of people appear to be righteous, but in fact they are cruel scum.

Everyone said that Zhao Chuanxin was cruel and bloodthirsty, but Zhao Chuanxin felt that he was not as good as these monks who made human beings - leather drums and leg bone hammers.

This made Zhao Chuanxin unable to help but look at Jebtsundamba's crown: "Haha, keep your head for me, I will use it to make a set of skulls to play with in the future. In life, I want you to fear me. In death, even if you become a fierce ghost, I will control you too!"

I boil!

Jebtsundamba was really a little scared.

Zhao Chuanxin pulled out a chair and sat in the temple with his sword, waiting for them to write the charges against Jebtsundamba.

Under his tyranny, no one dared to resist.

Zhao Chuanxin took out the black puppet craftsman and brought him into the room. Every time someone finished writing, he asked Xingyue to copy it twice in print.

From these complaints, Zhao Chuanxin learned a lot of secrets.

He saw a name - Bayan Temulin Haishan.

He saw the names of many princes, such as Sanyin Noyan Khan Namu Nasurun.

I saw the Russian name - Kosovitch.

I saw Jebtsundamba accepting gifts from the Russians. Wow, in addition to guns, there were also gold, silver, jewelry and all kinds of Western items.

This is a lama who loves money, sex and violence.

Especially after it was mentioned that there was homosexuality, Zhao Chuanxin couldn't help but raise his hand and slap Jebtsundamba: "Fuck you, you dog."

Everyone was horrified to see it.

Jebtsundamba glared at Zhao Chuanxin, but could do nothing about it. He was also curious about why Zhao Chuanxin hit him.

Zhao Chuanxin spat, "Ah... tui! A fucking living Buddha. Have you ever heard of a man's Buddha?"

Jebtsundamba's face turned blue and red.

In addition, Jebtsundamba secretly encouraged his followers to oppose the new policy.

One thing caught Zhao Chuanxin's attention.

According to Batmadorji's description, there were many herders who fled to other places.

People in later generations did not quite understand why the Bannermen rebelled against the Qing Dynasty. They thought that all Bannermen were pampered and therefore committed heinous crimes.

But in fact it is not the case.

The essence of the Qing court's demands on the bannermen was - both.

The core of the Eight Banners system is to have all the benefits come from one source.

The Eight Banners were not allowed to farm, engage in business, or do any of the work that the Han people did, in order to avoid the civilianization of military households that was common in history and resulted in a loss of combat power.

This kind of thinking is the same as the inherited military household system during the Ming Dynasty.

So the result can be imagined.

The only way for the Eight Banners to survive was to fight on the battlefield. When not fighting, they would serve as officials if they had a job, and practice martial arts if they didn't have a job, waiting to go to war.

But without a position and salary, and with a poor literary background and a rich martial arts background, how can one practice martial arts without money?

So some bannermen did nothing and just sat idle every day.

Why carry a bird cage?

Zhuo, whatever you do is a crime, but this is legal and compliant.

In the early Qing Dynasty, the income of bannermen was based on the establishment. Men with establishments had income, and widows also received alimony.

In the early Qing Dynasty, the number of males assigned to a job and salary was based on three. Now, even 3 males cannot be supported. What should be done with the rest? There is no solution.

This is a typical Malthusian trap that cannot be overcome or circumvented.

Just like people in Beijing, when they curse someone, they don’t attack their direct descendants, but say: Fuck you.

Grandpa is my uncle, my father’s elder brother.

In the family, when grandfather retires, the position will be passed on to the eldest uncle. The rest of the family will not have a position. The whole family will rely on the eldest uncle for their livelihood, and the eldest uncle is the pillar of the family.

So scolding this is more powerful.

Initially, the Qing government allowed local princes and nobles on the grasslands to reclaim land on their own.

In fact, the Qing court's policy of allowing land to be reclaimed and the royal family and nobles' policy of allowing land to be reclaimed caused the same harm to the herders.

The reason for opposing the new policy now is simply because the Qing government has taken away the silver, and the princes and nobles have begun to share the same hatred with the herdsmen.

Without pasture, herders began to leave their settlements.

According to the laws of the Qing Dynasty, if a bannerman left his place of residence, it would be considered as deserting the banner and committing a crime.

Jebtsundamba sometimes asked Batma Dorji to handle these matters. If there were too many people fleeing the flag, it would affect the charity interests of Shabi Yamen and Jebtsundamba, so he was very cruel to those who fled the flag.

Now no one in Lubin Prefecture has deserted the banner because everyone can have enough food to eat, so he has never taken this matter seriously.

He racked his brain and thought of many countermeasures.

Resistance and oppression are not the best solutions. Instead, guidance can accelerate integration.

The best way to solve the problem is to remove the idea that the bannermen are superior to others and abolish their various rights, but also to ensure that they have enough food to eat and understand that they are just ordinary people among the countless people outside the Great Wall. They should not act like they are poor and arrogant all day long.

When everyone had finished writing, the black puppet craftsman had also finished copying.

Zhao Chuanxin handed the indictment to these people: "Take it back and stamp and sign it. I will wait here. Remember to hand in your homework."

Everyone was overjoyed when they heard this.

Just as he was about to leave, Zhao Chuanxin said, "I wanted the British envoy Jordan to die before three o'clock in the morning, and the God of Hell would not spare him before five o'clock. You decide for yourself whether you can escape."

As soon as these words were spoken, the sense of luck that had just arisen in my heart disappeared completely.

One after another, people came back to hand in their homework.

After much calculation, Zhao Chuanxin still found that Che Linqimite had not arrived yet.

In full view of everyone, Zhao Chuanxin put on the Chaos Armor, and the inner and outer wings behind him unfolded with a "whoosh", and he rose into the air with the wind.

Now a temporary copper eye has been inserted into the top of the temple.

He circled over Kulun for a long time, and Xingyue spotted the figure of Chelin Qimmit who was trying to escape on horseback.

Zhao Chuanxin dived down.

Chelinqimite rode his horse as fast as he could while looking back, fearing that the devil would catch up with him.

At this moment, he felt a wind above his head, as if something was whistling towards him.

He looked up in confusion, and couldn't help but feel scared.

Zhao Chuanxin pounced on Chelinqimite from his horse like an eagle catching a chick.

He stepped on Chelin Qimit and pressed his face into the snow: "Run? Can you run?"

Chelinzimit was disheartened.

It's over, it's over, it's over.

Zhao Chuanxin gathered the inner and outer wings, released the Chaos Armor, and kicked Che Linqimite over.

Then he took a step back, aimed at Chelinzimid's knee, and stomped hard!
Click!

"Ow..."

Zhao Chuanxin lit up a cigar and said, "Run, keep running?"

Chelinzimid shouted: "No more running, no more running..."

Zhao Chuanxin went over and led the bewildered horse back: "Get on the horse yourself and go back the way you ran."

One of Chelinzimit's knees was broken and the pain was excruciating.

He climbed onto the horse with great effort, sweating profusely from the pain.

Afterwards, we rode back, but the ride was so bumpy that it was worse than death.

Zhao Chuanxin watched from where he was, and when Che Linqimite walked away, he teleported back to the temple.

When everyone saw him spread his wings and "flew" away just now and then suddenly come back, they were all shocked and their relaxed hearts became tense again.

Demchukdorji carefully inquired: "Where is Chelinqimite?"

"He wanted to escape, but was moved by Zhao's concern for the country and the people. He is on his way back and will be here later."

"..."

Then, Chelinzimit arrived.

Just a broken leg...

Everyone's scalp was numb.

It really is - there is no escaping this person's sharp eyes.

(End of this chapter)