Desert Eagle Suletan Khan

Chapter 284 The bloody setting sun is extremely red (Part )

After the rebellion was thwarted, the Gelug army's morale was already unstable, and Ngawang Lobsang Gyatso's retreat made this army even less motivated to fight. Although Saihan, the commander-in-chief of Lhasa, charged with only a thousand cavalry, he killed the monk soldiers and caused chaos in the formation.

"Huh!" Saihan reined in his horse's neck, changed direction, and charged back into the enemy's formation. This was the third time that he penetrated the enemy formation and then fought back, going back and forth as if he was in a deserted area.

"Damn it! Death to the monster!"

Suddenly, a powerful monk riding a white horse held a huge Zen staff and smashed it down. The Zen staff is very heavy, but he can lift it easily. He is obviously a master of martial arts. If it were a competition in the ring, Saihan would definitely not be his opponent. But this is a battlefield, not an arena. He turned his body sideways to avoid the wind of the stick and lightly kicked the horse's belly with his toes. The obedient horse galloped forward, and the spear in its hand stabbed upwards diagonally with the power of the horse, straight into the monk's abdomen. Hutuktu felt a coldness in his abdomen when he was in heat. Severe pain hit him, and his intestines fell out, as if he had been cut open.

Saihan didn't know who he had killed just now. He saw a group of men and horses swimming from the shallow water of the Lhasa River to the Wangpol Mountain Col on the south bank. He snorted coldly and rode alone in hot pursuit. The guards behind him saw this and quickly followed.

After all, he was an old monk who was nearly seventy years old. When Ganden Tripa fled back to the Ganden Monastery in the valley of Wangpol Mountain, he was panting and standing with difficulty holding a Zen stick in his hand.

"Bang", the heavy temple door was opened. Saihan led dozens of warriors to rush into the temple and kill the monks on sight.

"Amitabha, this old monk is the leader of the Dharma Platform and the Gelug leader of this temple. Just kill me. Don't embarrass my disciples," Ganden Tripa said calmly.

Saihan stared at him closely and saw that there was no sadness, no fear, no arrogance in the old monk's eyes, but his heart was as calm as water. I couldn't help but admire him and clasped my hands together and said, "Master, this disciple has offended me." After saying that, he received a blow to the head, and the old monk fell into a pool of blood.

The reason why he was so ruthless was because he was entrusted by Chief Assistant Batu Hetan. The old chief assistant believed in Buddhism the most in his life and was a good friend of Ganden Tripa. Before the incident, Gruqi even donated a lot of property to the old monk. Now that Gru has rebelled, this property has become a big problem. If someone is falsely accused of colluding with the rebels, his life will be in danger. Therefore, in order to protect himself, he secretly ordered Saihan to kill Ganden Tripa without mercy.

The battle continues.

Master Datsa was ordered to guard Sera Monastery, which formed the horns with Drepung Monastery. But he had lost his fighting spirit, so he handed over the guard of Sera Monastery to his subordinates, and returned to Basu Monastery where he was stationed in Xi with only a dozen attendants. This is a large temple with more than 2,000 households and more than 10,000 people. He could have been a wealthy and happy monk, but by some strange mistake, he actually obeyed the decrees of the two divine monks and participated in the rebellion! Amitabha, if I could start my life over again, I would never touch this muddy water!

"Master, have you returned victorious?" Two Zhasa (monk officials in charge of administration) and four Diqiang Ang (housekeepers) led the monks to greet him, all holding khatas to celebrate victory.

"No, on the contrary, we lost! Gelug lost!" Dacha sighed, "Immediately sealed the temple gate and said that I have been practicing in seclusion and have never gone out."

The monks looked at each other for a long time, and Zhasa, the most trusted person on weekdays, reported: "You have been involved in the whirlpool, and there is no way to avoid it."

"Then what should I do? Continue to participate in the rebellion and destroy the two-hundred-year-old foundation of Basu Temple? Or, you can take my head to receive the reward?" Monk Daca shouted excitedly.

"The Han people have a saying called 'bearing thorns to plead guilty'. Only by taking the initiative to plead guilty to the court, saying that you were forced by the two great monks to do this, can you get forgiveness from the court," Nazasa offered advice.

"Pardon? This is a serious crime of rebellion. How can I get pardon?" the great monk said dejectedly.

"Almost all the Gelug monks participated in this rebellion. Emperor Qianyuan cannot kill all of them. In order to appease people's hearts, as long as you take the initiative to plead guilty, you will be fine."

Monk Daca thought carefully, and it seemed that this was really the case, and his eyes suddenly regained some sparkle. He ordered someone to find some branches and tie them to his back, and went directly to Maburi Mountain to "bear the thorn bush to plead guilty."

Sera Monastery without its main general was quickly captured, and Drepung Monastery fell into an isolated and helpless situation. This temple is located at the foot of Gengpi Uzi Mountain in the western suburbs of Lhasa. It is large in scale, with rows of white buildings covering the hillside. From a distance, it looks like a huge pile of rice, so it is named "Drebung", which means "gathering of rice". The full title of the article means "Auspicious Accumulation of Rice in Ten Directions and Honorable Shengzhou". Because the sacred monk Ngawang Lobsang Gyatso is stationed here, this temple has become the highest-status temple in Gelug.

"Prepare to attack", Narisong looked at his subordinates and ordered coldly.

The commander-in-chief Saihan, Duqianhubu and Artu were ready to kill after hearing the order.

"Wait a minute, postpone the attack." Suddenly three cavalry came, but they were Batu Hetan, Tiemoer, and Nasutu.

"At the end of the day, I will see all the pavilion elders." That day, Song was busy greeting everyone.

"That Risong Wanhu, the monk Ngawang Lobsang Gyatso inside there. If he dies, the shock will be too great! Don't rush to attack, send someone to persuade him to surrender first," Batu Hetan ordered.

"Yes", although Risong was a ruthless person, he did not dare to go against the dignified chief assistant and nodded in agreement.

"As long as you surrender, you can avoid death? David's court is really merciful," Ngawang Lobsang Gyatso said sarcastically to the envoy who persuaded him to surrender. The pride of the holy monk did not allow him to kneel down and beg for mercy, and he would rather die in battle with honor! snort! If you die, just die. The worst that can happen is that you will be reincarnated again!
He wants to die, but his men want to live!

While Ngawang Lobsang Gyatso was sitting in the main hall, waiting for the sound of fighting to come, he did not hear the slightest sound.

"Bang~bang~"

The heavy palace door opened, and his Cuiben Luobu Zangtu Dobu came in, bowed and saluted, "You should be responsible for your humble position, please punish me by the great master."

"It fell so quickly? It's not your fault. Drepung Monastery didn't have many troops left. But why didn't we hear the killing cry?" Ngawang Lobsang Gyatso asked in confusion.

Upon hearing this, Luobuzangtuduobu's face was covered with flying clouds.

"There was no cry of killing because they all surrendered," Batu and Tan said with a smile as they walked into the hall.

"Luobu Zangtu Dobu", Ngawang Lobsang Gyatso shouted sharply, "I asked you before if I could trust you, and you said that you are my most pious Shabi (disciple) at all times. This is what you call piety. ?"

"Great Master, the fall of Drepung Monastery is inevitable. I am just humbled and want to save more lives." Luo Bo Zang Tu Dobu defended in a voice as subtle as a gnat.

"Humph, do it quickly." Ngawang Lobsang Gyatso snorted coldly, turned his nostrils to the sky, and ignored his former Cuiben.

"Haha, Grand Master, don't blame him. An ant can live in vain, let alone a human being." Batu Hetan walked in with a smile, "Don't worry, you are still a snow-covered monk, you just don't leave Drepung Monastery. People will hurt you”.

(End of this chapter)