Desert Eagle Suletan Khan

Chapter 222 It’s better to lose to the Tathagata than to the Lord

Danjong Wangpo fled back to Tishezangpa's mansion in Shigatse. Only four thousand of the defeated troops and the defenders of Shigatse were left.

There was no time for painful reflection; the oncoming ferocious attack of the Mongol army had to be dealt with immediately. Although he knew in his heart that the city could not be defended, he was still determined to make the final resistance. This is his ancestral land, how can he give it to others without a single blow? Therefore, he summoned the national master Quyin Duoji, Shigatse Diba Norbu, Yeshe Ningbo master and others, and asked them to organize all the men in the city between the ages of thirteen and seventy to go to the city to defend it.

Master Yeshe Nyingpo is the direct disciple of the sixth great monk Chokyi Wangchuk of the Karma Kagyu Red Hat Line. At that time, Chokyi Wangchuk and the 10th great monk Quyin Dorje of the Karma Kagyu Black Hat Line jointly helped preserve Pahan Dangyong Wangpo. Later, Choji Wangqiu died at the hands of the lone wolf Arslan. It was supposed that Yeshe Ningbo should be in charge of the teaching affairs. However, because the red hat power in the north suffered a huge blow, most of the red hat temples recommended the leader of Gangbo Temple in Dapo area. The great monk Chozhu Gyatso succeeded to the throne. Yeshe Ningbo only received support from the monks of Chokyi Wangchuk. In desperation, he went to Shigatse to defect to Zangba Khan.

After receiving the mission, everyone left the Khan's Palace to make the final arrangements. Quyin Dorje had just returned to the temple in Xi, and before he could take a sip of water, his disciple Yixi Dorje reported to him, "Master, Master Yeshe Ningbo is here."

"At this time, why did he come to me instead of calling on the monks to defend the city?" Quyin Duoji frowned and ordered: "Let him come in."

Yexie Ningbo is about forty years old and wears a conspicuous red monk's hat. He is a straight-tempered person. He goes straight to the point when they meet, "National Preceptor, the main force of our army has been completely lost. Do you think this city can still survive?" Can you hold it?"

"Do your best and obey destiny." Quyin Duoji said six words calmly without changing his expression.

"Amitabha, why should we let all living beings suffer when we know that we will lose? This is a letter written by Master Chozhu Gyatso of Gangbo Monastery. Please make your decision." Yeshe Ningbo respectfully submitted a letter.

Huh? In order to compete for the position of leader of the Red Hat Pulse, wasn't he at odds with Chuzhu Gyatso? Why did Zhu Gyatso actually write to him?

Quyin Duoji's frown deepened, he opened the letter and looked at it, his expression suddenly changed, "But Zhu Gyatso is so bold, he dares to betray the Great Khan!"

It turned out that Chuzhu Gyatso told him in the letter that he had surrendered to Suletan Khan through his Red Hat lineage. At the same time, he also surrendered to the two great monks Tianjin and Daqin of the Sakya sect. He advised him to see the situation clearly and Don't be a fly that shakes the tree. But Zhu Gyatso was fine, after all, his strength was limited; the Sakya sect was a major sect that had served as the Yuan Dynasty's imperial advisor for generations. Sakya was located southwest of Shigatse, and their rebellion made Shigatse even more isolated. This is really not good news!

"National Master, the ship is about to sink. If you don't get off the ship, you may be in danger of being destroyed," Ye Xie Ningbo advised.

"Since you call me a national advisor, how can you think of a national advisor as treason? Please go back."

"National Master~" Yeshe Ningbo wanted to say more.

"Go~go~go~" Quyin Duoji waved his hand in disgust, "If you still remember the kindness of the Great Khan in taking you in when you were in dire straits, wait until we die for our country before surrendering."

"Amitabha", Yeshe Ningbo reluctantly saluted and left.

After he left, Yixi Dorje asked the teacher: "Master, don't you always teach your disciples that as a monk, you should cut off all the worldly ties and make the four elements empty? Why do you have to die for a mortal like Nazangpa Khan? And you know that you will lose, but you still Wouldn't it go against the compassionate heart of our Buddha to fight and lead to the destruction of all living beings? Why not follow the words of Master Yeshe Ningbo, put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha immediately?"

"You are right, Yixi Dorje." Quyin Dorje sighed, "Monks really shouldn't have anything to do with mortals, because a teacher can never break through the 'love' and 'righteousness' in the world, so he can never You cannot become a Buddha. You must not learn to be a teacher, practice well, and cut off the worldly ties. After you pass away as a teacher, you will be the eleventh Dharma platform of my Black Hat lineage." "This disciple cannot see through 'love' and 'righteousness', and is willing to die with the master," Yixi Dorje sobbed.

"All disciples are willing to follow Master and sacrifice their lives for righteousness." A crowd of disciples fell to their knees in the darkness.

"Confused!"

Quyin Duoji angrily scolded all his disciples, but tears welled up in his eyes, "If you all follow me, who will inherit my Black Hat Dharma lineage? If I become a teacher, I will become a sinner. How will I meet all the ancestors in the future?"

After much persuasion, most of the disciples were finally persuaded to change their minds, but there were still dozens of disciples who vowed to go with him.

"Why are you so stupid?" Quyin Duoji stomped his feet in anger.

"Master, this disciple is too stupid to cultivate Buddhahood in this life. I am willing to reincarnate with you in another life," a voice sounded.

Qu Yinduoji took a closer look and found that he was a certain disciple in charge of the firewood shed. He was stupid and indeed dull. He could never understand the true meaning of the scriptures when he was studying the scriptures. His cultivation was shallow, so he was assigned to be in charge of the firewood shed. Looking at other people, they are much the same. He couldn't help but feel happy, "It's okay, I'll just follow you, we will still be masters and disciples in the next life."

Generals and soldiers were constantly coming and going at Zangpa's mansion in Shigatse. Diba, officials and people who were loyal to Zangpa Khan brought their own tribesmen and servants to meet Danjong Wangpo. The usual good popularity plays a big role at this time. People flocked to his mansion from all directions, vowing to fight to the end to defend him.

Danjong Wangpo stood on the tall wooden building, looking at the flags and the warriors under the flags downstairs. Almost all the families in Shigatse came, but he refused to leave, still looking at it dreamily, as if waiting for someone.

"Is the Great Khan waiting for the old monk?" A familiar voice came from behind. Quyin Dorji was wearing a white monk's robe and a black dharma hat. He was holding a heavy iron Zen staff in his hand, his eyes wide with anger. Like the Buddhist King Kong.

"Master, someone told me that you will not come, but I don't believe it. Sure enough, you are here." Danjong Wangpo smiled warmly. He had a nice smile, showing shallow dimples and white teeth, like a naughty big boy.

"Great Khan, I Buddha Tathagata has posed a difficult problem for the old monk. No matter what choice you make, you have to let down one party, either the Buddha or you. I can't bear to let you down, so I can only let down the Buddha." Quyin Duoji sighed heavily. He took a breath and immediately felt extremely comfortable all over his body. Once the decision is made, there is nothing left to worry about.

Danjong Wangpo was so moved that his voice trembled when he spoke, "Master, you know that I lost my father when I was thirteen years old. It was you and some senior ministers who helped me securely the position of Tshetsangpa. In my heart, you are like a father. In the next life, I would like to become father and son with you."

"Amitabha, sin, sin," Quyin Duoji smiled, "it seems that in the next life, the old monk will still be unable to break through the mortal world, and he will still be busy wallowing in this world of mortals."

(End of this chapter)