"I have always been friendly with the great lama, so how could I hold him hostage?" Zeng Ying sneered, "I think you are a thief, so you should catch the thief."

"Nonsense, I am his biological brother from the same mother, how could I harm him?"

Chahun Dorji raised his fingers and jumped to his feet.

"Then let the great lama come out." Zeng Ying said firmly: "As long as you let the great lama come out, everything will come to light naturally."

"The grievances against me will definitely be proven and cleared."

At this time, all the bald heads and pairs of bright eyes looked at Chahun Dorji.

Chahun Dorji looked around and felt that it was difficult to get off the tiger.

At this time, a rich lama came out and

Chiba, the abbot of Chinese Buddhism, is responsible for the daily work of the temple.

"The great lama just went to bed late last night and caught the cold. He is already resting. It is not convenient to show up at this time."

"After all, if the wind blows, who can afford it?"

Hearing these words, Zeng Ying said directly: "The big trumpet has always been blessed to the sky. It must be protected by the Buddha, and it will always be in good health."

"Don't try to deceive me. If you don't let the great lama come out, I will send troops to attack the temple and rescue him."

Hearing this, Chahun Dorji shivered with anger and looked at Chiba, who had an embarrassed expression.

The two of them discussed in whispers.

At this time, Zeng Ying didn't bother to pay attention, and directly let the soldiers open the door and broke into the temple.

This time, it was like adding cold water to the oil pan and it exploded instantly.

A large number of lamas were trembling with fear and fear.

Chahun Dorji, on the other hand, was escorted by a group of monk soldiers and fled in a hurry.

"Escape? Can you escape?"

Zeng Ying said disdainfully.

Otherwise, it can be said that the Mongolians are not very insightful. Even the nobles are not as good as the Han people.

How could he not pay attention to such an important place like a temple, especially one with such armed forces as monk soldiers?

The inside and outside of the temple have long been covered with eyeliners.

How long can a mere Li Daitao be fooled?

Soon, under the search of the army, the trapped Jebzundamba was quickly rescued, and Chahun Dorji was also caught trying to escape.

At this time, his act of holding the great lama hostage was immediately revealed throughout the temple.

However, Jebtsundamba was so angry that Zeng Ying took charge of everything he said.

Although she immediately felt regretful after saying the words, Zeng Ying felt like she had found a treasure.

He immediately announced Chahu Dorji's evil deeds on the spot, deposed him as Khan, and replaced his younger brother Danzhuer, who was only ten years old, as Tushetu Khan.

Good guy, hereditary has been changed directly.

Knowing that he wanted to control the Tushetu Khan tribe, Jebzundamba could only bite the bullet and agree.

In exchange, Chahun Dorji was exiled to Beijing, and he may never be able to return to the grassland in his lifetime.

Finally, Jebtsundamba put forward a condition: "The Great Khan is young and ignorant. In order to prevent him from going back to the old world, how about practicing in the temple until he reaches adulthood?"

"The Great Lama's Dharma is profound and profound, and there is nothing he cannot do without it."

After getting the benefit, Zeng Ying naturally would not be a good boy and agreed in one breath. She even decided to buy one and get one free:

"Just become a monk directly and wait until you reach adulthood before returning to secular life!"

"It would be better to form a formal rule. In the future, every great Khan will have to study in a temple for several years."

Jebtsundamba was speechless, and then he had to admit that this was indeed a good method.

This will not only deepen the spread of Buddhism on the grasslands, but also help shape the authority of the great lama.

As for the thousands of nomadic soldiers and horses of Tushetu Khan's tribe, the great lama wanted to preach that they should be defeated without fighting.

But Zeng Ying refused.

With the same ferocity as before, he directly surrounded the cavalry who were wandering nearby.

Fast and furious, and extremely fast at the same time.

The Mongolian cavalry was no match for the Ming army. They were defeated in a short time and had to surrender.

This vigorous war saved Zeng Ying a lot of time when he took over Tuxie Tuhan's tribe.

Only fists and knives are the most reasonable.

After entering Kulun, Zeng Ying took complete control of the Tuxie Tuhan tribe.

As a result, it directly controlled more than 20,000 herdsmen, plus some scattered vassal tribes, and its power was no less than that of the Tuxie Tuhan tribe back then.

Only then did he look like a real minister in Mongolia.

When Manqing heard this movement, he immediately became furious.

But who would have expected, there was heavy thunder and light rain, but there was no movement.

In Fengjing City, Shunzhi looked up at the sky with anger in his eyes: "What a bold and reckless act."

On the side, accompanying him was Tang Ruowang.

As a Westerner who was deeply embedded in the power center of the Manchu Qing Dynasty and controlled the astronomical calendar, Tang Ruowang was extraordinary in Shunzhi's heart.

"Your Majesty, this was already decided when the Eight Banners were entrusted."

Tang Ruowang lowered his head and said in a deep voice.

After swallowing up the Chechen Khan tribe and defeating the coalition forces of the two Khans, the Manchu and Qing dynasties were unable to establish counties and counties to govern the vast Mobei region.

In this case, recognizing the original tribes would be equivalent to fighting in vain, so we could only allow the Eight Banners to disperse in the grasslands.

Of course, the core Shangsan Banners and Hanba Banners have been staying in Fengjing.

Today, the rule is stable, but the consequences are beginning to show.

Faced with the imperial court's request to send troops, the nobles pushed and pushed one by one, and 60 to 70 percent of them wanted to postpone it.

Without it, Mobei is too big. Even though it once swallowed up a large number of tribes, the core interests of the Eight Banners nobles have still not been violated.

In this case, living in harmony becomes the mainstream.

No matter how bad it is, it can be delayed for a little while.

Some people even said that Mobei was too big, and even if they couldn't be defeated, they could still escape with their tribesmen and just go nomadic in another place.

Shunzhi had no choice but to obey.

If it is driven forcefully, the day when the Eight Banners will be separated from the heart is not far away.

"Under such circumstances, when can we return to the Central Plains?"

Shunzhi murmured.
Chapter completed!