In the Ice Age, I stockpiled billions of supplies

Chapter 1337

On the second day.

A special guest arrived at a villa of the Paji family.

A black car stopped at the door, and the people who were receiving him were extremely respectful, not daring to be negligent.

As the attendant opened the car door, an old monk with gray hair came out of the car.

When the guards at the door saw him, they even knelt down and buried their heads deeply in the ground.

Paji Gesang had been waiting at the door for a long time. When he saw the visitor, he immediately smiled and walked over.

"Wangbo Chiba, thank you for coming in your busy schedule!"

Paji Gesang was particularly attentive to the old monk in front of him.

Because his identity was extraordinary, he was the previous Chiba of Sangjia Temple, Wangbo Sangji.

At the beginning, Yashelangtai Deji relied on his identity as the patriarch of the funeral master and the military power of the Yashelangtai family, and used both soft and hard tactics to force this Chiba to abdicate.

But in the snowy plateau, Wangbo Sangji still has a very high status.

Because he has served as the Triba of Sangjia Temple for more than 30 years, he is a household name.

Moreover, he has a connection with the Paji family, because the Triba before him was the grandfather of Paji Gesang and his teacher.

Paji Gesang invited Wangbo Sangji into the tea room inside and asked the servants to bring in the best tea and cakes.

Wangbo Sangji sat opposite him, looked at the attentive Paji Gesang, and said bluntly: "Gesang, if you have anything to say, just tell me directly. At this time, I can't stay here for long."

If it weren't for his master's face, Wangbo Sangji would not want to see Paji Gesang at all.

After all, everyone knows that his relationship with Deji is not good, and it is likely to affect Wangbo Sangji himself in the future.

Paji Gesang smiled and said: "Wangbo Triba, I invited you this time because I hope you can do me a favor."

Wangbo Sangji raised his eyes and glanced at him.

"If it's related to Sangjia Monastery or the Yashelangtai family, you'd better not say it."

His tone was unusually cold, and he obviously didn't want to cause trouble.

Paji Gesang narrowed his eyes, still with a flattering smile on his face.

"Wangbo Triba, you were driven out of office by Deji and lost your position as Triba. Are you really willing to accept that?"

Wangbo Sangji paused, and a look of anger flashed in his eyes.

"Gesang, why are you mentioning this!"

He was an old man in his seventies, and he could have died of old age and then handed over the throne.

But at the age when he was about to be buried, he was forced to abdicate, which was the sorrow he was most reluctant to mention.

Paji Gesang continued, "What ability does Deji have? He knows nothing about Buddhism, he is just a Buddhist thief. He took advantage of the fact that his family was the funeral master and robbed. The Tripa of Sangjia Temple asked him to do it, which is simply a disgrace to our Tantric Buddhism for thousands of years!"

Paji Gesang's words made Wangbo Sangji very satisfied.

He said lightly, "The matter is a foregone conclusion. He has the support of the funeral master. Who can do anything about it?"

Although his tone was flat, he still revealed a trace of unwillingness.

But Paji Gesang said to him: "The reason why he can become the Tripa is because he is the head of the funeral master. If he does not have the support of the funeral master, he is not to be feared."

Wangbo Sangji glanced at him and said coldly: "Speak to the point."

Paji Gesang laughed: "Wangbo Tripa, the funeral master and you often discussed Buddhism at the beginning, and the relationship between the two was equivalent to that of a teacher and a student."

"Have you ever thought that if Deji can control the funeral master, why can't you?"

"Me? Haha, I don't have a powerful private army."

Wangbo Sangji sneered.

Paji Gesang said: "But as long as you get the support of the funeral master, you can resist thousands of troops!"

"Why?"

Wangbo Sangji asked back.

Paji Gesang straightened up and clapped his hands vigorously.

A woman immediately walked out from behind the screen in the house.

She was charming and charming, with a charming figure, and a glance could make countless men lose their souls.

"I hope you can help me show my respect to the funeral master."

Paji Gesang pressed his thigh, "I remember that in the practice of Buddhism, there is such a lesson called beauty observation."

"It is through observing the decay process of the female corpse that one can realize the true meaning of the rosy skeleton."

"The funeral master is a person who has achieved great enlightenment. As his half-master, isn't it reasonable for you to help him practice?"

Beauty observation, beauty pass.

Paji Gesang's words are double entendres, which are meaningful.

Wang Bo Sangji looked up at the woman. He hadn't seen such a beautiful woman for many years.

It's not the appearance, but the charm between the eyebrows and eyes. One look can make people obsessed with her.

Women like this can't be found in the snowy plateau nowadays. This is the most nourishing place in the Jiangnan water town.The best skinny horse ever born.

She doesn't know anything else, but only knows one thing, which is how to hook a man's heart.

Wangbo Sangji lowered his eyes, and he couldn't help but think of a past event.

When Zangzhu Jueguo first practiced in seclusion, he was sealed in a small room, leaving only a small hole to send him food and scriptures.

In that secret room of less than ten square meters, he practiced hard for three years.

Three years later, Wangbo Sangji brought people and smashed the wall with a sledgehammer to invite him out.

But everyone thought that Zangzhu's practice was successful, so a celebration was held to celebrate.

As a result, at the funeral ceremony, Zangzhu stared at a young mother feeding her child in a trance.

From then on, Wangbo Sangji knew that Zangzhu's earthly roots had not been cut off.

He left his mother at the age of eight and worked as an ascetic monk for more than ten years. On the surface, he was in his twenties, but in fact, his heart was as simple as a child.

The longing for his mother and the natural physical desire in his heart would not disappear with the daily recitation of Buddhist scriptures, but would just be suppressed.

But once he was released, what would be the result?

Wangbo Sangji sighed, feeling extremely entangled.

He couldn't bear to destroy the practice of a charnel ground owner with his own hands, and even felt that this behavior was a serious sin.

But...

If he didn't do that, he would never be able to wash away the humiliation brought to him by Deji in his lifetime.

After thinking for a long time, Wangbo Sangji nodded to the woman.

"Since this female Bodhisattva has such a spirit of dedication, I will certainly help her."

Paji Gesang was overjoyed and immediately knelt down and kowtowed to Wangbo Sangji.

"Thank you, Wangbo Tripa!"

Wangbo Sangji said, "This is just to help the deceased to practice, not for my own selfish desires. Amitabha!"

That night, when Deji once again summoned several chieftains to hold the celebration of the Chuan Zhao Dharma Assembly, Wangbo Sangji's car drove into the Sangjia Temple from the side door.

No one noticed that among the group of lamas wrapped in thick robes following him, there was a beautiful young woman.