Desert Eagle Suletan Khan

Chapter 142 The great monk has great compassion (Part )
Chechen Khan Shuolei was not the only one who scolded Huang Taiji. Zhasak Tuhan Subadi and Tushetu Khan Gunbu were both dissatisfied with the Manchus for forcing them to pay nine white tributes and cutting off trade with the Ming Dynasty. Tushe Tuhan Gonbu supported his son as Jebu Zundamba in an attempt to use the power of Gru to compete with the Manchus; Zhasak Tuhan Subadi directly joined forces as the leader of the Khalkha Alliance. Various ministries fought against the Manchus.

In fact, in addition to the Qing Dynasty, the Khalkha Mongols also faced the threat of Tsarist Russia. In order to form an alliance and protect themselves, Zhasak Tuhan Subadi secretly sent someone to write a passionate letter to the great monk Wensa, hoping to promote an alliance between Khalkha and Oirat and sign a common "Khalkha" - Oirat Code to resolve disputes. In this way, the old enemies of Khalkha and Oirat can no longer be hostile and unite with the outside world.

It was this letter that prompted Winsa to wake up.

After waking up, the great monk said nothing and galloped to the north bank of the Konggesi River to find his old friend Huitaiji Batur of the Junggar tribe. Batur has a loyal appearance and is very kind to him. Every time he gives alms, he is generous. But he knew that this person had wolf nature in him, and if he was deceived by his appearance, he would probably be swallowed to pieces.

"Master, long time no see. I really miss you." Batur's voice was very sincere.

Wensa was very moved. Although the wolf king was cruel and ruthless to his enemies, he was always respectful to himself and treated each other like close friends. "I also miss Huitaiji, but as a monk, he travels all over the world and cannot stay for a long time."

"It doesn't matter, as long as you have my Junggar tribe in your heart," Batur said with an open-minded smile.

"Huntaiji, the old monk has been along the way. War has been raging and lives have been devastated. Why do Gelug's people kill each other?" Honesty is the most important thing between friends, and the old monk directly stated his purpose.

Batur immediately understood that this eminent monk came to mediate the war. After his defeat on the north bank of the Haidu River last time, he clearly understood that it was impossible to capture the Yingsao River and eliminate the Huite tribe. A head-on fight with the Huite people here would only hurt both sides, and it would be in vain to gain advantages for other tribes and the Oro tribe in the north. Russians. Deep down in my heart I no longer want to fight, I just have a cunning wolf nature, and when it comes to negotiations, whoever speaks first will suffer!

The Wolf King rolled his eyes a few times and said: "The cause of this battle is that the national advisor Khan died at the hands of the Huite people, and Dayan Eqir Khan wanted to avenge his father. He is my good friend. If he agrees to a truce, Of course I have nothing to say."

"Amitabha, the old monk understands", the old monk said goodbye and went to the Heshuote military camp.

In the Heshuote camp, the two Khan kings Dayan Eqir and Eqirtu were arguing.

Oqiltu Khan wanted to withdraw his troops, but he always believed that his uncle, the Imperial Guard Khan, had taken away his position as Khan. He was very indifferent to his uncle, and he only joined the coalition for profit. Now that he had suffered a defeat and gained no benefits, he naturally did not want to fight anymore and wanted to retreat to Ili. However, Dayan Oqirhan harbored the hatred of killing his father and refused to give up. He vowed to fight to the death with the Huite people.

When they heard that the great monk Wensa had arrived, the two of them hurriedly greeted him and asked why he came, "This is a battlefield. Why did the master's Dharma come?"

"My Buddha is compassionate and does not want all sentient beings to be destroyed by war. The old monk came here to mediate."

"Oh, you and I have come to the same point. We can't fight this war anymore. If we fight again, my tribe will be wiped out." Oqiltu Khan was overjoyed.

But Dayan Eqir Khan cried bitterly, "Did my father die in vain like this?" "Amitabha! The national preceptor Khan is the hero of our Oirat, and the old monk should build a white pagoda to commemorate him." The old monk took a peek Looking at Dayan Eqir Khan, he saw that his brows had relaxed a little, and then he continued: "The national teacher Khan's lifelong ambition is to unify the Oirat and eliminate the civil war. Revenge for his father is a small filial piety, and fulfilling his father's last wish is a great filial piety. Old man The monk has taken the liberty to fulfill the last wish of the late Khan and promote peace among the tribes in Oirat and even Khalkha, so that our tribes in Mongolia will never have war. Please help me, the Great Khan!"

Dayan Ozil Khan was shocked by this grand idea. Over the years, it has become a habit for various Mongolian tribes to fight against each other. How difficult it is to never have a war!

"What are you going to do?" he asked.

"The old monk wants to invite the leaders of the Oirat and Khalkha tribes to come to Talbahatai to form an alliance and formulate a "Khalkha-Oirat Code". In the future, if there are disputes among the tribes, they will act in accordance with the code. Anyone who violates it will be punished by the whole world. Strike it. This will lead to lasting peace!"

After hearing this, it took Dayan Eqirhan a long time to come to his senses and bow deeply: "You are really a holy monk with great compassion! I am willing to negotiate peace with the Huite tribe, but Suletan must Give me my father’s murderer!”

"What? You asked me to hand over the murderer of the National Preceptor Khan? What an injustice! I did not order the killing of the National Preceptor Khan." After hearing the old monk Wensa explain his purpose, Sultan shook his head like a rattle. Although he did not want to fight such a lose-lose battle, the crime of "regicide" was detrimental to his reputation and he must not admit it.

"Amitabha, Huetaiji has misunderstood. The person who killed the national preceptor Khan was Hara Huibu Taiji Aba Huo. That Aba Huo believed in Sakya and was bewitched by the evil sect. He did this and has nothing to do with you. Relationship. You only need to hand over the Aba Fire Master to the Heshuote people." The old monk hurriedly walked him down the steps.

"Oh, it was done by Abba Fireman himself and has nothing to do with me?"

At first glance, Suletan thought that sacrificing one Abba Fireman would quell the war, and the business seemed worthwhile. But if I think about it carefully, I can't do this. Many close ministers knew that he ordered Aba Huo to ambush and kill the national preceptor Khan. Although the Aba fireman is not his confidant, he has obeyed his advice and been obedient since he surrendered. He is considered a good and loyal dog! If he were handed over, what would the other dogs, no, the loyal ministers think? Do you think I don't protect my men and don't deserve my loyalty? No, if you want to dominate the world, you must not chill the hearts of your loyal ministers!

After thinking about this, he said categorically: "Although Aba Fire Master Taiji believes in Sakya, he has a gentle and honest temperament and will never do this!"

"But Huitaiji, if you don't hand over the Aba Huozhe, the Heshuote tribe and the Junggar tribe will not give up, and the war will continue. What will happen to all the people in the world!" The old monk was anxious, and he reasoned and moved. Because of his love, he must hand over his subordinates.

"Haha", Suletan laughed dryly, took a sip of tea, and said calmly: "Master, don't be anxious, I have actually investigated this matter clearly. It was Aba Huo Zhe's subordinates who violated military law and took risks. He ran to the area of ​​Jinair Lake in Xitai and became a horse thief. It happened that the National Preceptor Khan and his remnant troops were passing by. They wanted to have a war horse, so they killed the Khan and took the horse and fled. Well, that is the fact. I have ordered people to quell the horse thief and cut off the horse thief. I have laid down the head of the leader. I will hand over ten, no, a hundred heads to you to take back later."

When Huitaiji opened his mouth, a hundred prisoners of war lost their heads. When the emperor was angry, millions of corpses and blood were floating in the oars. I can’t deceive the ancients!

(End of this chapter)