In the Ice Age, I stockpiled billions of supplies

Chapter 1330

According to Paji Gesang, the four Tusi families tried their best to build shelters for the snowy plateau, gather people, and provide food and survival materials in order to save them.

According to Luo Zhuo, at the beginning of the end of the world, the four Tusi families first used their influence in the local area to form their own private armies.

The four Tusi are the four nobles in the southwest region, including various local institutions, which are also controlled by their people.

Therefore, they easily grasped the military and political power.

Since then, in the name of convenient management, the materials in the hands of each household have been collected.

The materials in the hands of merchants, factories, and even individuals have been concentrated.

Those who lost their materials "voluntarily" became serfs of the Tusi masters and monks.

Luo Zhuo said this, gritting his teeth in hatred.

"They said it very nicely, everything is for the collective interests of the Snowy Plateau, so that everyone should not only care about the interests of their own small families, but also learn to contribute to everyone."

"But in the end, they contributed everything they had to eat, drink, and even their wives, children, and even their lives, and in the end, only the nobles enjoyed it!"

Zhang Yi listened silently. He was not unfamiliar with these things. The area where he lived was once the same.

"What about the Burial Master? Did he acquiesce to all this, or was he the controller behind the scenes?"

Zhang Yi was still most concerned about the Burial Master.

After all, that was the existence he feared the most in the entire Snowy Plateau.

When mentioning the Burial Master, Luo Zhuo was silent for a long time.

Not long after, he suddenly laughed, and the smile was a little strange.

It was not a sneer, but a bit helpless.

"Him? He is just an idealistic idiot!"

"Oh? How to say it, tell me in detail!"

But Luo Zhuo stopped talking at this time and stared at Zhang Yi seriously.

"What you want to know most is actually the news about him, right?"

"Which one of the three were you that night?"

Having said this, Zhang Yi was too lazy to lie and told him directly:

"I was there."

He looked at Luo Zhuo with interest: "That night, the two of you stood together, seemingly hostile, but fighting against the enemy together. So I knew that you two must know each other, and your relationship is not ordinary."

"Luo Zhuo," Zhang Yi's eyes flashed with a dark light, staring at him straight, and asked in a deep voice: "In fact, you are someone cultivated by the Burial Master, right?"

"The so-called resistance army is simply the Burial Master's own forces!"

Luo Zhuo stared at Zhang Yi in surprise and said nothing.

Zhang Yi continued, "Everyone says that the Burial Master is a pure and flawless white lotus. He has devoted himself to the practice of Buddhism for more than ten years and enjoys the highest status in Tantric Buddhism."

"But before the end of the world comes and he becomes an Ipsilon-level alien, he has no substantial power."

"I think he is tired of this, so he sent you to form a resistance army, in fact, to attack the power of the four major families. So that he can completely become the king of the Southwest Region!"

Zhang Yi stared at Luo Zhuo's eyes while speaking, wanting to see how he reacted.

Luo Zhuo asked back, "Your question is very interesting. If I am really the Burial Master's man, with the strength of the two of us, we can completely seize everything by force! Why do such a troublesome thing?"

Zhang Yi said slowly, "The Burial Master's power is not his own, but comes from the Tantric initiation ceremony. So I guess there must be some limitations to his power."

"What's more, he obviously doesn't want his sacred image to be destroyed."

Zhang Yi compiled this set of rhetoric, which is a possibility, but the possibility is not very high.

The reason for saying this is to test Luo Zhuo and draw out his words.

Sure enough, Luo Zhuo shook his head and laughed.

"I have to admire your imagination, but what you said is a million miles away from the truth."

"He and I do know each other," he said seriously, "but we are not the same kind of people."

Luo Zhuo explained to Zhang Yi: "The Tusi system has existed in the Snowy Plateau for thousands of years. In the past hundred years, this system has been abolished. But the nobles did not disappear, they just changed their name."

"And the existence of this aristocratic system is supported by Tantric Buddhism."

"No, just like the head of the Yashelangtai family can become the Chiba of Sangjia Temple, it is better to say that Tantric Buddhism itself is a tool in their hands."

"So according to the Tantric transaction, Buddhists will not interfere in the secular world. The funeral owner is a pedantic guy who is immersed in Buddhist scriptures. He only wants to slowly change the Snowy Plateau, but he will not overthrow the rule of the Tusi family."

As he said, he clenched hisFist, eyes burning.

"And I know that this ancient and decadent system has long been rotten to the core! That's why I established the resistance army, just to have a thorough revolution!"

Zhang Yi heard this and thought for a moment.

Then he slowly asked: "Why didn't the funeral master kill you or capture you?"

Luo Zhuo smiled, "Do you really want to know the answer?"

Zhang Yi nodded: "Of course."

Otherwise, why would he go to the trouble of helping the rebels escape?

"Well, I'll tell you the answer now."

He said, reaching for the mask on his face, and then slowly took it off.

When he saw that face, Zhang Yi's pupils couldn't help but shrink suddenly.

Because he saw the face of the funeral master of Sangjia Temple.

"You are..."

Zhang Yi stood up suddenly and subconsciously took a guard posture.

"Don't be nervous, I'm not him. I'm his younger brother."

Luo Zhuo said lightly.

"He and I are twins. He is the elder brother and I am the younger brother."

Zhang Yi came back to his senses from the shock and took a deep breath.

"So that's it, so that's it! No wonder you also have such a strong talent and can become an Ipsilon-level alien. No wonder he let you go again and again, so that's the case."

Luo Zhuo sighed and looked into the distance, as if he had traveled through time and space.

"When he was eight years old, he was taken away by the monks of Sangjia Temple, and I have never seen him since then."

"Because after becoming the master of the funeral, he is no longer the son of an ordinary believer, but the master of the cemetery respected by thousands of people."

Zhang Yi then sat down, sitting opposite the face that made him curious.

"Anyway, you are brothers. Is it so difficult to sit down and talk together?"

"No way."

Luo Zhuo shook his head.

"I've said before, he's an idealist who's been steeped in scriptures. He's hardly ever left Sangjia Temple, and even though he has great power, he's never seen the sufferings of the world."

"Sangjia Temple and the Tusi covered his eyes and blocked his ears, making everything he saw an illusion."

"So, my dear brother believed their lies and became my biggest enemy in liberating the Southwest Region!"