"Great Commander, your subordinates have fulfilled their mission. The army has captured Shangdu and taken the Great Khan of the Golden Horde, Tumur, prisoner."
Although the Golden Horde still possessed some cities, they were no longer a threat; the Golden Horde had been completely annihilated in this battle!
Yuwen Du was extremely excited at this moment.
This is a great achievement in orchestrating the destruction of a nation!
Even if his official rank is not promoted at all, he will still be mentioned in the history books in the future.
Yang Cheng didn't care much about these things, but instead asked, "Where is that old fellow Bastu?"
"Here."
At this moment, Master Xuanwei stepped out and threw out Bastu, whose body was covered with talismans.
“He had just regained some strength and wanted to use the secret method of the Vajra Minglun Temple to commit suicide, but I stopped him.”
Bastu stared blankly at Yang Cheng and said coldly, "Kill me, I won't say anything!"
This defeat was not the fault of my Vajra Bright Wheel Temple, but the fault of those idiots!
Tumur's extravagance and hedonism corrupted the upper echelons of the Golden Horde.
Those idiotic savages of the Jurchens were already at this point, yet they were still scheming, hoping to reap the benefits, but they ended up being slaughtered themselves.
"We can't win by teaming up with these idiots. Today, I only seek death."
Bastow was truly desperate and furious.
Leaving aside Tumur, the decline of the Golden Horde's power was not something that could be caused overnight.
However, the Jurchens of the North were at the height of their power at this time, and Bastu believed that the Jurchens would definitely do their best to help him fight against the Great Zhou, after all, he had already ceded so much land.
Who would have thought that these idiots only brought archer cavalry, and instead watched from the sidelines, hoping to reap the benefits, only to end up trapping themselves.
At this moment, the envoys from the Buddhist kingdom did not appear, presumably because they had not yet left the Buddhist kingdom. Therefore, Bastu was in utter despair and only wanted to end his life.
Yang Cheng squinted and said, "Death? Great monk, it's easy to die, but there are things in this world more terrifying than death."
"You care so much about those so-called Buddhist envoys because you want to use their power to strengthen the Vajra Wheel Temple and make Tantric Buddhism the only sect in Buddhism?"
Bastu's eyelids twitched. Although his expression didn't change, it was clear that Yang Cheng had spoken to his heart.
For thousands of years, the Esoteric and Zen schools of Buddhism have been locked in a struggle, with the Esoteric school ultimately losing and migrating to the northern grasslands, where it took root and spent its days vying for power with small tribes.
It wasn't until Buddhism in the Central Plains was destroyed that the Vajra Minglun Temple supported the Golden Horde to dominate the north, and the two sides were finally evenly matched, with the Vajra Minglun Temple even gaining a slight advantage.
Previously, the master of Vajra Minglun Temple traveled to the Central Plains with the aim of damaging the reputation of Shaolin Temple.
Each generation of abbots of the Vajra Minglun Temple has wanted to completely destroy the Shaolin Temple and make Tantric Buddhism the only one in Buddhism.
Yang Cheng looked at Bastu and sneered, "I actually dislike those Shaolin monks very much. I didn't even invite any Shaolin monks to participate in this campaign against the Golden Horde."
However, if you don't speak up today, I'll let Shaolin Temple take advantage of this situation.
I have now occupied the northern grasslands. Once I return, I will immediately order the Shaolin Temple to send disciples to the northern grasslands to spread the teachings.
Furthermore, a bounty was publicly offered on the remaining followers of the Vajra Minglun Temple, with the threat of immediate execution for any Tantric Buddhist believer from the Vajra Minglun Temple!
I will make your Tantric lineage completely wiped out in the entire northern grasslands!
I won't even allow the Shaolin Temple's scriptures to contain any words that suppress or insult Tantric Buddhism, and I won't even allow them to mention Tantric Buddhism.
Once even your enemies have forgotten you, who will remember you?
In this way, within thirty years, no one in the world will know about your Tantric lineage anymore, and your lineage will be completely wiped out!
"Grand Preceptor Bastu, you can rest assured, you won't be remembered for your infamy, because you won't even have the chance to be recorded in history!"
Bastu suddenly opened his eyes, looking at Yang Cheng with resentment and hatred, as if he wanted to devour Yang Cheng alive.
To kill someone is to destroy their spirit; what Yang Cheng wants to destroy is the entire lineage of Tantric Buddhism!
Bastu was not afraid of death or being infamous for eternity, but what he truly feared was that the lineage of the Vajra Mind Wheel Temple would be destroyed in his area.
No, strictly speaking, it's not destruction, but the far more terrifying oblivion. In the future, the very words "esoteric Buddhism" will disappear from this land. How will he face his ancestors after all these years?
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