In the Ice Age, I stockpiled billions of supplies

Chapter 1327

The square seemed chaotic, but in fact, the rebels did not rush to the stands where the high-level officials were.

They also knew that they were no match for the Tusi and Sangjia Temple in a real fight, so they just took advantage of the absence of the funeral master to quickly rescue people and leave.

Zhang Yi looked at the rebels going away and smiled without saying anything.

However, he was thinking about what happened to the Snow Mountain Eagle who led the funeral master away.

That night, Zhang Yi felt the strength of the funeral master clearly. He was able to fight against the three of them at the same time, but he was slightly inferior.

Although there was no life-and-death fight, his strength was definitely above the [Black Chariot] level of more than 20,000 points.

The strength of the Snow Mountain Eagle was only 13,000 at most.

With such a huge gap in strength, even if he was not killed instantly, he would definitely die once the funeral master had the killing intention.

"How dare he?"

Zhang Yi was very curious.

However, the person who could organize the rebels must not be a fool. He must have his own way to escape.

After a while, the funeral master returned as a golden light.

His body was spotless and still as majestic as ever.

Deji was so angry at this time that he hurried to ask the funeral master when he saw him coming back.

"Father, did you kill the demon eagle?"

There was anger in his eyes. The attack on the Chuan Zhao Fahui had caused him great loss of face.

Coupled with the real failure with the Paji family a while ago, he urgently needed something to show his majesty at this moment.

There is no doubt that if the funeral master killed the Snow Mountain Divine Eagle, then the escape of several rebels would not be a big deal.

The funeral master chanted a Buddhist name: "Amitabha, when will the cycle of revenge end? Killing is not a way to solve problems, but the root cause of disasters. Chiba, don't kill rashly."

As soon as these words came out, everyone present immediately understood that the funeral master did not kill the Snow Mountain Divine Eagle.

A strange light flashed in Zhang Yi's eyes.

"Is this funeral master really compassionate enough to not kill?"

Otherwise, he couldn't think of how the Snow Mountain Eagle could survive under his hands.

Chiba was so angry that he was speechless and pointed at him regardless of his image.

"You... with your strength, it's easy to kill the rebel! If you leave him, I don't know how many people will die because of him. Why can't you figure it out?"

The funeral master smiled slightly, "The Buddha taught the world to use love to influence. Even evil people can put down their butcher knives and become Buddhas on the spot. My ambition is to teach the world and let everyone learn to put down their weapons."

Deji shook his sleeves in grief and anger.

The funeral master studied Buddhism at the age of 8 and has been with the ancient Buddha for more than ten years.

This makes his heart pure and he is the best Buddhist, but such a person can hardly become a sharp knife in his hand.

"Forget it, let's finish the Chuan Zhao Dharma Assembly first! So many believers are watching."

Deji had to hold back his temper. If they made a scene here, it would only shake their image in the minds of the believers.

So the funeral master returned to the Dharma platform and sat upright.

He looked into the distant sky, as if there was an unruly eagle flying and circling there.

"Amitabha, Luozhuo, I hope that one day you will understand my painstaking efforts. Killing is not a means to bring peace."

Deji stepped forward and declared in the name of the Sanga Temple Triba that the evil Snow Mountain Demon Eagle had been subdued by the funeral master.

But the funeral master wanted to follow the example of the ancestors to subdue the Golden Winged Dapeng, giving the Snow Mountain Demon Eagle a chance to reform and make him sincerely repent.

When the believers heard this, of course they chose to believe it.

After all, the rebels would not kill civilians on weekdays, but were only enemies of the four chieftain families, so from the bottom of their hearts, they did not hate the rebels that much.

"The ceremony continues!"

Deji called the sky burial masters and said with red eyes: "Perform the sky burial ceremony on the bodies of these rebel villains!"

Paji Luodan nodded slightly and walked over with his knife.

The ground was full of corpses, including those of the rebels, the private soldiers of the chieftain family and the monks.

Some people came to clean up the bodies, but because the battle was too fierce and a large amount of explosives were buried around the square, the bodies were basically unrecognizable at this time and not complete.

There was no way, so they didn't care about these, so they all gathered them up.

Luodan and the sky burial masters worked together to put the bodies on the sky burial platform. After a solemn prayer, they began to hold the sky burial.

It was cold and the bodies had already lost their temperature and were hard.

There was no blood after cutting them off, only pieces of frozen white meat.

Luodan put a piece of meat in his palm and lifted it up to the sky.

"Buddha's messenger! Put the souls of the dead"Bring the soul to heaven!" Luo Dan and the sky burial masters prayed loudly. However, there were no eagles in the sky, so they just went through such a ceremony and threw the meat into the boiling pot next to them. The ceremony was carried out slowly. Luo Dan skillfully cooked while holding the knife. Soon, an extremely rich aroma drifted around the square with the steaming hot air. Zhang Yi was very familiar with this aroma. Every time he smelled it, it seemed as if a pair of hands were about to reach out from his throat and then grab the delicious food into his stomach. Zhang Yi stared at Luo Dan. This was the first time he saw Luo Dan cooking with his own eyes. Sure enough, he used his supernatural power. When he was cooking, a strange red light entered the pot as he stirred the spoon. This is why the food he made is delicious. "This method should add some characteristics to the food, but it will not be poisonous. Otherwise, the top leaders of the Snowy Plateau would not have kept him in charge of cooking. "

Zhang Yi frowned, and suddenly he became interested in Luo Dan's ability.

He lowered his head and whispered in Paji Gesang's ear: "Master Paji, can you give me a bowl of soup later?"

Paji Gesang looked back at Zhang Yi, and then laughed: "Mr. Jia, you really can't resist the temptation! To be honest, I was a little resistant to it at the beginning. But as long as you taste the first bite," his eyes burst into greedy eyes: "You can never stop!"

Zhang Yi smiled and said nothing.

He wanted broth just to study what was so special about this thing that it could have such a huge magic.

Paji Gesang said: "We noble people will not eat this kind of low-level food. What we enjoy are the best ingredients. If you like it, I will ask someone to arrange it for you later."

Zhang Yi waved his hands again and again: "No, just this! "

Seeing this, Paji Gesang didn't say much and immediately asked someone to get a bowl of soup.

At this time, the fragrance spread in all directions with the wind.

After the believers kneeling on the ground smelled it, their eyes all straightened up.

They stretched their necks forward in disbelief and saw the huge pot, from which the fragrance spread.

"What is this smell? It smells so good, I have never smelled such a good smell in my life!"

"Is that the smell of the demon people? It turns out that the smell of the demon people is so fragrant, gurgle——"

"I... I seem to be hungry."

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