Chapter 1279 Ashe Langtai Deji

Sala City, Lamin Family.

Late at night, a black shadow suddenly appeared from outside and came to the room of Lamin Ouzhu, the head of the Lamin family.

Of the four major chieftain families, only the head of the Lamin family is a woman.

Lamin Ouzhu is thirty-six years old this year. She is a woman with exquisite makeup. Her long hair is tied into a long braid and placed behind her head, revealing a smooth and broad forehead.

Whenever she looks at people, her chin will be raised and her eyes will be rolled down to look at people.

However, she does have such qualifications. Looking at the entire Southwest Region, there are few people who can give her a high look.

But this man is an exception.

A tall figure appeared in her huge bedroom, which was a three-story building, but she was the only one living there.

Without her order, even the maids were not allowed to enter.

The tall figure was sitting on the sofa in the living room on the first floor. He put away the helmet on his combat uniform, revealing a handsome face with sharp edges.

This is not an oriental face. The deep blue eyes are as deep as the sea, and the slightly long chestnut hair is loose and casual.

He sat in the living room, and soon the lights on the second floor came on.

Ramin Ouzhu, who was wearing a black nightgown, held the armrest and looked downstairs lightly.

"where did you go?"

Ramin Ozhu asked as he walked downstairs.

The man did not look back and said with a smile: "I took a look at the place you mentioned. Sure enough, I got something unexpected."

Lamin Ouzhu raised the corners of his mouth with a sneer.

"I said, even if you find that place, you can't go in without the help of our Lamin family."

The man shrugged: "You have to give it a try after all, but you are indeed right, my dear lady."

He took out a bottle of red wine from under the table, poured a glass of it, and then greeted Lamin Ouzhu.

Lamin Ouzhu walked next to him, sat down on the sofa, and crossed his legs to himself, suddenly ignoring that his thighs were exposed in front of the other person's eyes.

It's a pity that even though she is already thirty-six years old and has supreme wealth and power, and can enjoy all the beauty and skin care products in the world, she still cannot resist the passage of time.

Her legs were very fair, but thin and tight, without much luster.

"What did you find?"

Ramin Oju asked, staring straight at the man in front of him.

The man took a sip of red wine, with a hint of amusement in his deep eyes.

He looked at Lamin Ouzhu: "I find the situation on your snowy plateau very interesting. It's much more interesting than I thought!"

"Although it will make it more difficult for us to cooperate, it's interesting, isn't it?"

Lamin Ouzhu also poured herself a glass of red wine and shook it in front of her face. She frowned.

"Don't create any complications. The three families of Yashelangtai, Paji and Xiaza, as well as the monks of Sangjia Temple, are not so easy to deal with."

The tall man spread his hands: "You're right, so you still need to come and plan the strategy. But now the main conflict is not with you, is it?"

Lamin Ouzhu took a sip of red wine, her eyes were cold, and she gritted her silver teeth.

"That's right. Let them bite first!"

"It doesn't matter if you laugh best, the most important thing is to laugh last."

……

Sangjia Temple stands in front of the Snowy Mountains.

Viewed from a distance, it looks like it is built on the mountainside of the Snowy Mountains.

Of course, this is just a visual impression. In fact, Sangjia Temple is still some distance away from the Snowy Mountains.

This night was destined to be anything but peaceful.

Great Bright Hall.

The burial host sat cross-legged on a futon, with a statue of Tathagata Sakyamuni above him.

He closed his eyes and meditated.

The wind picked up in the air, and the wind was not cold. It passed through the nave of Sangjia Temple and blew over the three thousand prayer towers, causing them to rotate slowly.

An invisible force gathered in the Great Light Palace and entered the body of the burial master.

Under the snow-capped mountains, he used his body as a guide to absorb the power of the five Ypsilons and unlocked the first seal of the Demon Kingdom's gate.

Although he was on the snowy plateau, he could receive a steady stream of blessings from the power of Tantric Buddhism.

But this power was too huge, and it was difficult for him to digest it for a while.

At that time, in order to shock everyone, he had to hold on.

Now he needs to spend time to slowly repair his golden body.

Outside the Great Guangming Hall, an old monk walked in.

He was wearing a purple cassock, and there was only a thin layer of hair on his head, which was already gray.

Looking at the burial master meditating on the futon, this old monk, the current Chiba of Sangjia Temple and the head of the Yashelangtai family - Yashelangtai Deji slowly spoke.

"Lauren died today."

"Killed by mercenaries hired by the Pudge family!"

"You keep telling me not to have disputes with other families. But the divided snowy plateau will only lead to constant disputes."

"Jueguo, when will you allow me to take action? Completely unify the entire tantric power!"

The burial master slowly opened his eyes.

Facing Deji, who was lamenting and with grief hidden in his eyes, the burial master slowly said:

"Everything is determined. Laurent has just entered reincarnation. This is his destiny."

Deji's face turned cold, "Master Burial, don't forget that you are also a member of the Yashelangtai family. Our family must not allow others to bully us!"

"The more you don't take action, the more people will die in the snowy region!"

The burial master slowly closed his eyes.

"Amitabha."

Facing the burial master's response, Deji stamped his feet angrily.

"Okay, if you don't take action, then I will!"

Facing the pedantic burial master, Deji had no choice.

This burial master, the supreme protector of the Tantric sect, no one can force him to do anything.

It might have been possible in the past, but now, the Burial Master is no longer just a nominal leader, but also a true protector with great supernatural powers.

It's a pity that since he became enlightened at the age of eight, he has been imprisoned in Sangjia Temple to practice Buddhism intensively.

Although Buddhism is good, it may not be suitable for the cruel world.

The burial owner's devotion to Buddha led him to have a simple and kind heart, so he was unwilling to serve as a spearman for the Ashelangtai family.

This is a good thing and a bad thing.

Analyzing it from another perspective, if he was really greedy for power, there would be nothing wrong with Yashe Langtai Deji.

Deji walked down the steps of the Great Light Hall angrily.

Under the steps, his guards were waiting respectfully.

Deji glanced at the personal guards in front of him. These people were monk soldiers from Sangjia Temple and Vajras serving gods and Buddhas.

But now, they are not much different from the private soldiers of his Yashelangtai family, and they all obey Deji's orders.

"Muchuan, come here."

Deji looked at a personal guard and waved to him.

Muchuan walked over quickly, "Chiba!"