The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

The Potala Palace, which had already received the news, rushed out a group of loudspeakers, with various weapons and some carrying pestles to subdue demons.

Don't panic when something happens, take out your camera and take a picture.

Click.

The angle is perfect.

Film cannot be wasted casually, because the Rune City and the Mirage are at war, and the factory has stopped producing film.

The inventory is limited, and Zhao Chuanxin's composition must be perfect.

"Okay." Zhao Chuanxin put away the camera and took out the Abyss M1913: "Now, it's time for us to talk."

Zhao Chuanxin was about to teach them a lesson, at this time, the lamas separated, and a big lama wearing a right-side red shawl, a pointed crown-chan hat, and two mustaches on his lips walked out.

He was the ninth Panchen Lama - Qu Jinima.

Qu Jinima put his hands together and bowed slightly: "Meet Mr. Zhao."

He said to Zhao Chuanxin in not very fluent Chinese.

Zhao Chuanxin smiled and put away his gun. He sat on the horse with his head held high. He nodded to him as a greeting and said in Tibetan: "There are some places where people are really miserable. I won't name them here, just like this place!"

Qu Jinima: "..."

How did you say it without naming them?

This man has profound attainments in Buddhism, but he is also very skilled in politics.

Advance when you should advance, retreat when you should retreat.

He knew very well how Jebtsundamba died on the grassland.

He knew very well that Zhao Chuanxin didn't fear ghosts and gods at all, and was not a good man or woman.

So he didn't put on airs and just bowed his head.

Qu Jinima asked: "Master Zhao, why are you here?"

He had received the news that Zhao Chuanxin was committing crimes in LS.

But he pretended not to know.

Zhao Chuanxin stepped on the saddle, floated forward, landed steadily on the steps, and stood in front of Qu Jinima.

The lamas behind Qu Jinima were a little nervous.

Zhao Chuanxin patted Qu Jinima on the shoulder: "Don't panic, I just came to see if Thirteenth DA-Lai is here."

"Lord Zhao, I am not panicking, because I have long admired China and have worked hard to maintain Tibetan affairs, so I have no regrets." Qu Jinima said calmly: "As for DA-Lai, he left yesterday and I don't know where he is now. My residence is Tashilhunpo Monastery, but I came to preside over the affairs because there is no one on duty at the Potala Palace."

Speaking of which, he is still DA-Lai's apprentice.

Zhao Chuanxin knew that the two of them were not in harmony, so he should not have lied.

But he still added: "You know the consequences of lying to me, right?"

"I know." Qu Jinima bowed again and put his hands together.

Zhao Chuanxin patted his shoulder again: "Okay, I'll go to the Luduo Manor of Drepung Monastery to find someone from Ranba, and we'll say goodbye."

Just as Zhao Chuanxin walked down the steps, Qu Jinima behind him said: "May I ask what you want to do with Ranba?"

"There is a slave in his manor, named Losang Zhuoma, and I need to take her away."

Qu Jinima immediately said: "Why don't I send two people to Drepung Monastery to bring this woman back so that you can take her away?"

He is very smart.

He has heard of Zhao Chuanxin.

In this world, some people live in disgrace, while others hate evil.

But Zhao Chuanxin is different, he is moody.

Sometimes he will kill for a small matter.

Just now Zhao Chuanxin said that the people here are living in poverty.

If Zhao Chuanxin sees the miserable state of the slaves, he might massacre Drepung Monastery.

"Okay." Zhao Chuanxin narrowed his eyes: "Then I'll wait."

"Sir Zhao, why don't you follow me into the palace."

Zhao Chuanxin readily agreed.

The Potala Palace has two main buildings - the Red Palace and the White Palace.

Qu Jinima and a group of lamas wanted to lead Zhao Chuanxin to visit.

But Zhao Chuanxin let his horse run wild, as if he was visiting his own backyard, and didn't follow them at all.

He went to the Lingta Hall, and when he saw the countless dazzling pearls and coral beads woven into the ritual instrument mandala, he couldn't help but sneer three times.

When he sneered, all the lamas became nervous.

Zhao Chuanxin took out his camera, found an angle, and took a picture.

Immediately, he went to the West Hall and saw the Qianlong handwriting hanging in the hall - the plaque of Yonglian Chudi.

There are countless murals here, and the contents of the paintings are all related to the Fifth Dalai Lama.

There are so many treasures such as Buddha statues and pagodas here that I don't know how much silver it took to cast them.

Finally, Zhao Chuanxin went to the Sunlight Hall on the seventh floor.

There is the winter palace of the Dalai Lama, which is also his residence.

But at the door, a group of lamas blocked Zhao Chuanxin's way.

Zhao Chuanxin raised his hand and hit the other person's head with the skull crusher.

Duh.

One lama's eyes widened, blood flowed down his forehead, and he fell to the ground softly.

The other lamas were in an uproar.

Zhao Chuanxin: "I'm giving you a little smile now, right?"

As he said that, he raised the skull crusher.

The black and red skull crusher was scary to look at. Seeing the blood on it, everyone could guess how it was stained black and red.

Qu Jinima had been following him. At this time, his face changed slightly, and he quickly stretched out his hand: "Master Zhao, please come in."

This Zhao Chuanxin was really as moody as the rumors said, and he killed people without any signs.

But if he was unhappy, he would kill immediately.

Zhao Chuanxin entered the Winter Palace with a hammer.

The store was luxuriously furnished. Zhao Chuanxin took a photo and then came to the wide balcony outside the palace.

Standing here, you can overlook the city of Sara.

Standing here and looking out every day, even good men and women have to have some ambitions in their lives.

Zhao Chuanxin took another photo.

When he walked out, the lama whose Tianling Cap was smashed had already been dragged away.

There is a small golden statue of Amitayus Buddha on the table. The face of Amitayus Buddha is plump and round, with bright eyes and a long nose. The eyes are slender, the gaze is calm and downward, the bridge of the nose is straight, and the mouth is smiling. Wearing a crown with a necklace. The Buddha's light with flame pattern on the back symbolizes wisdom and light, dispels evil spirits and eliminates troubles.

This Buddha statue should clearly show compassion, wisdom and kindness to people.

But in Zhao Chuanxin's mind, the Sanskrit chant for his life sounded inexplicably.

He casually picked up the Buddha statue and shook it in his hand. It was very heavy.

He carried the Wuliang Buddha statue and walked out, obviously intending to have sex with him.

A group of lamas were stunned.

Good guy, are you blatantly taking advantage of me?

There was a lama who was out of his mind, or perhaps because he was loyal to Thirteen DA-Lai who was on the run, so he actually tried to stop him: "Donor, please put it down..."

Zhao Chuanxin picked up the Buddha statue.

Bang.

The lama's cheekbones were smashed, he fell to the ground, and half of his face immediately swelled.

Choji Nyima took a deep breath.

It seems that no matter how many sutras are recited or how many prayer wheels are turned, even if a vajra can cut off the Dharma, it cannot cut off this person's stupidity!

The lama wanted to get up in fear, but Zhao Chuanxi quickly walked over, raised the Buddha statue in his hand again, and hit his head with it.

Once, twice, three times.

The man stopped moving.

Zhao Chuanxin straightened up and looked at Advisor Wolf: "Who else has any advice?"

All the lamas bowed their heads.

Quji Nyima clasped her hands together and closed her eyes while chanting sutras.

I don’t know if I want to dispel the fear in my heart or to save the undead.

"Ah... tui!" Zhao Chuanxin spat on the ground and strode out.

No one dared to stop him.

He walked straight out of the Potala Palace, came outside, looked at the blue sky and took a deep breath.

He wanted to eat noodles again.

So I set up the stove on the steps, sautéed chicken oil and green onions, added scallops, dried shrimps, and fish balls and stir-fried slightly, added water, and brought to a simmer. After boiling, add lettuce leaves.

There is no need for anything else, just add some salt, take it out and add some chili oil and mature vinegar.

It's all ready-made and easy to make.

Hey, I’m boiling!

On this day outside the Potala Palace, the wind is not strong, the sun is bright, and it is dry and cold. How can I still be a hairy Buddha by eating a bowl of noodles with garlic?

Zhao Chuanxin was sitting on the steps, eating and drinking while holding a sea bowl bigger than his face.

"It smells so damn good, Quji Nyima, do you want some?"

Qujinima smiled bitterly and shook his head.

After Zhao Chuanxin finished eating the noodles, he washed the pot, dishes and chopsticks, and sprinkled water on the steps.

Qujinima's eyelids jumped at the sight.

When other people come here, they are extremely pious. Even those who have no faith must show respect. Especially the Han people who are very utilitarian and would rather believe in what they have or not, and they must worship gods whenever they see them.

Only Zhao Chuanxin had no respect for the palace.

Zhao Chuanxin sat on the steps, took out a copy of Wenbengzi's "Book of Transformation" and flipped through it.

Quji Nyima didn’t know how to complain: You came to a Buddhist holy place to read Taoist classics, right?

Before sunset, several lamas brought back seven unkempt women.

"Is it all Lobsang Dolma?"

"yes."

Zhao Chuanxin stood in front of the seven women and asked, "Does anyone recognize Namjag Bawa?"

Because they didn’t know whether it was good or bad, no one said anything.

But Zhao Chuanxin's sharp eyes noticed that one of the women's expression changed.

The acting is still not up to par.

He looked at the woman, her skin was a little rough.

But in general, compared to the other six girls, her eyes are bigger and brighter, with a slight upturn in the corners of her eyes. Her eyes can be big or small, and they were crescent-shaped when she was young.

The bridge of the nose is straight, the base of the nose is straight, and the wings of the nose are moderately wide.

The angle of the mandibular fracture is appropriate, and the lines are soft with a bit of strength, which is different from ordinary Tibetan women.

Although the other six women were thin but had big faces, this woman had an oval face.

Haha, Zhao Chuanxin said in his heart, no wonder Benjamin lost his innocence in her hands.

Finding Zhao Chuanxin staring at her closely, Luosang Dolma tensed up, fearing that something bad was going to happen.

Zhao Chuanxin hooked his fingers: "Come here."

Lobsang Dolma did not dare to resist.

Zhao Chuanxin asked: "Your Namjagbarwa is a foreigner, his original name is Benjamin. When he came, he brought a dog with him. The dog's two cubs, one is named Gesang and the other is Suba. What I said is amazing. right?"

Lobsang Dolma looked at Zhao Chuanxin in shock.

This is too detailed.

Zhao Chuanxin didn't need her to answer, so he took out a wool blanket and put it on her body: "Wrap it tightly."

It's not that he's worried about her being cold, Zhao Chuanxin just thinks she's dirty.

Zhao Chuanxin pulled her down the steps, looked back and waved to Qujinima: "Let's go."

After that, he took out the Fourth Generation Dragon, stuffed the woman into the back seat, got on it and started driving away from the Potala Palace.

Sprinting more than 200 meters away, the fourth generation dragon took off.

Quji Nyima frowned and looked at him: "With this person's ability, you must not offend him, otherwise a big disaster will happen!"

Zhao Chuanxin did not return to Qamdo, but instead landed on the plateau near Nagqu.

Because he felt that Lobsang Dolma's body smelled too strong, and he was also worried that there were proteins like lice and fleas on her body.

"Come down and stay here tonight."

Lobsang Dolma looked at the fourth generation of the wandering dragon in surprise, and then saw it disappear in surprise.

When Zhao Chuanxin was setting up the tent, Lobsang Dolma reminded him, "There are bears."

I saw a Tibetan horse bear weighing over 300 kilograms, swaying closer.

It seemed to be looking somewhere else, and as if it had poor eyesight, it slowly approached Zhao Chuanxin and the two.

Zhao Chuanxin remained unmoved and continued working.

Closer, closer, the hidden horse bear suddenly turned its head and rushed towards Zhao Chuanxin.

Duh!

With one hammer blow, the Tibetan horse bear's mouth became crooked.

Zhao Chuanxin picked up the hammer, avoided a frontal blow, and struck it on the head with two more blows.

The Kurama Bear was stunned and tried to turn around and continue attacking.

Zhao Chuanxin took a step back and struck with his backhand.

puff……

One of Kurama Bear's eyes was blown out by a hammer.

It's afraid.

It wants to run.

Even a bear couldn't withstand Zhao Chuanxin's hammer blow. He was still alive, otherwise he would have been hammered to death long ago.

"Did you run away?"

Zhao Chuanxin jumped three meters away and stood head-to-head with the Hidden Horse Bear. He hammered down twice more. The Hidden Horse Bear was exhausted, but not dead yet.

Zhao Chuanxin swung the hammer and hit it with a bang, smashing the head of the Tibetan Horse Bear until it was bloody and bloody.

"Are you so paralyzed that you actually attacked an old man?"

Zhao Chuanxin rubbed the hammer on its fur.

Lobsang Dolma looked at Zhao Chuanxin in shock.

This... is so fierce!

Zhao Chuanxin ignored the Tibetan horse bear corpse and continued to set up his tent.

After setting up the tent, Zhao Chuanxin lit the coal stove, then teleported back to Kuitsalan and got a barrel for Lobsang Dolma.

Pour the cold water into the wooden barrel and heat it with the Old God's crucible brand, making it steaming.

There was a fire and hot water, and Zhao Chuanxin also left loofah pulp for Luosang Dolma. It was a pity that there was no bath towel.

"Wash well. That bottle of medicinal powder is prepared by your Namjagbarwa. It is specially designed to kill lice and fleas. Please clean up any hairy areas. After washing, there will be a new set of clothes for you to wear."

Disciple’s mother, Zhao Chuanxin’s photo is enough to tease her.

But Zhao Chuanxin had to avoid a few things about his apprentice's women.

At this time, Zhao Chuanxin rode the fourth generation dragon and went to Qamdo.

The Ma family is greedy. Since Benjamin Goldberg contacted them yesterday, Ma Qi has been leading troops non-stop, much more proactive than Hu Jingyi and others.

To be on the safe side, Hu Jingyi transferred back Liu Xiang, who had been in contact with Zhao Chuanxin, and sent Liu Zanting, the sub-commander of the Sichuan Army, to garrison the Sichuan border.

Ma Qi didn't care at all what Liu Zanting was thinking. He occupied the territory first and then talked about it. He was particularly happy to get an advantage for nothing.

Zhao Chuanxin flew close to the ground, but did not land. He turned around and returned.

On the hillside, he braved the cold wind and took out his mobile phone and called Benjamin Goldberg: "Ma Qi has led his troops to Qamdo. The rest of the matter will be dog-eat-dog, so I will not participate." ”

"Master, I know how to do it." After that, Benjamin Goldberg was silent.

He seemed to be waiting for some news.

Zhao Chuanxin chuckled: "I found Lobsang Dolma, and I will take her back to see you tomorrow."

Benjamin's tone was filled with indifference: "Harm, it doesn't matter. Master, then I'll go and get busy."

Tsk tsk...

…

Chen Yifan did not leave Shimla immediately.

The next day, McMahon brought Master Lou and Han Yinfu to see him.

"Chen, I came to you to tell you that this is an ultimatum. If you don't sign again, we will sign the treaty on our own. Britain will have to shoulder the responsibility of protecting Tibet and autonomy, and your original rights will no longer be retained."

Chen Yifan raised his eyebrows: "Oh? Really? Does the Tibetan area need your protection? Who is the enemy? Then go and protect it now. I can watch the excitement when I return."

"You..." McMahon was fuming.

Zhao Chuanxin killed the poor soldiers who were hiding in the area, throwing away their helmets and armor and crying for their fathers and mothers. The news has come.

He thought he could make a time difference and force Chen Yifan to sign the agreement.

It is obvious that Chen Yifan is more calm and confident than before.

Is Britain now sending troops to protect Tibet?

Chen Yifan thought to himself: You must be very happy when you meet Zhao Chuanxin, right? Right?

McMahon's attitude made him certain of something.

Because he was in a dilemma, he deliberately did not contact the Ministry of Foreign Affairs. He was afraid that the Ministry of Foreign Affairs would make an unwise decision under favorable circumstances, so he just waited.

Chen Yifan smiled: "Then, I will leave to return to China tomorrow. If you want to discuss it further, please go to the capital to discuss it."

McMahon was furious and immediately sent a telegram to Balfour, the British Minister Extraordinary and Plenipotentiary in China.

The person who originally played this role was Zhu Erdian, but Zhu Erdian was killed by Zhao Chuanxin.

Belfort went to find Gu Weijun aggressively.

Previously, Gu Weijun took the initiative to approach Belfort to plead for concessions, but Belfort was extremely dissatisfied with his concessions.

Now, it was his turn to take the initiative to take care of Gu Weijun.

"You actually asked Zhao Chuanxin to launch an attack in the Tibetan region. This is simply a provocation."

Gu Weijun calmly said: "President Yuan has dismissed Zhao Chuanxin as the governor of Lubin Mansion and ordered him to stop all actions. Obviously, Zhao Chuanxin did not listen to the order. He is now as dangerous as Bai Lang, Bai Lang , Your Excellency knows, right?”

Of course Belfort knew Blanc.

Blanc also burned the British devil's church.

Gu Weijun added: "Based on what I know about Zhao Chuanxin, he is very likely to reach the southern foot of the Himalayas. I think if your country is unwilling to lose troops and generals, it is better to evacuate in advance."

If the boundaries concocted by McMahon are followed, India's territory will include part of Tibet.

Gu Weijun was not reminding, but threatening.

The fox is pretending to be the tiger's power.

He cannot control Zhao's transfer.

Balfour blew his beard and glared: "Do you want to start a war with Britain?"

"Wrong." Gu Weijun said firmly: "It's Zhao Chuanxin, not me. Your Excellency should be prepared to go to war with Zhao Chuanxin. We have no intention of participating in this matter. Tibet is our land. If you are worried, we can let the Sichuan Army enter Tibet to prevent Zhao Chuanxin from escaping like Bai Lang, so that you don't have to worry about the future."

This is too infuriating.

Balfour walked away in anger, and the two sides parted unhappily.

Gu Weijun stroked his neat and shiny hair.

Then suddenly disregarded his image and spat: "Damn, you know you are anxious now?"

He was very satisfied with his performance just now.

It was well-reasoned and there was no way to refute it.

Tibet is our land.

Sending troops to guard against the dangers at your elbows and armpits, isn't that right? We will help you.

Of course, this can only be a threat, and he dare not really force the British devils like that.

…

Recently, Zhao Chuanxin got used to getting up early and going out before dawn every day.

He didn’t rush back to the sky. Before the sun came out, Zhao Chuanxin went to Meili Snow Mountain and took a photo of the golden mountain in the sun, and then turned back to the sky.

It took two and a half hours for the fourth generation of dragons to land on the grassland outside the sky.

Benjamin Goldberg dressed like a local old farmer, wearing a shiny tattered jacket, with his hands in his sleeves, and pretending to direct everyone to work.

Seeing the fourth generation of dragons landing, he did not show any excitement, pretending to be very casual.

When Losang Zhuoma came down and saw Benjamin Goldberg, she was stunned for a long time.

Benjamin has grown up, especially in the past six months, his height has jumped from 1.69 meters to about 1.78 meters.

Thanks to the food rune, his height is still rising, and he may have the hope of surpassing his master.

"My Nanga Parvati..."

"Rum..."