Chapter 1228 Buried Master

Zhang Yi is a person who hates trouble.

He didn't want to put himself in a dangerous situation, so although he was curious about the mysterious snowy plateau, he wouldn't go there easily.

The repeated experiences in secret realms made him full of awe for the unknown things.

Unless it is a low-risk, high-yield thing, he will participate enthusiastically.

So Zhang Yi asked Yang Xinxin to study the humanities and history of the snowy plateau so that he could prepare in advance.

However, there is one thing. The Snowy Plateau does have a huge advantage over other regions.

That is the relatively complete inheritance of mystical civilization on the snowy plateau.

Although there are many confusing legends and myths mixed in, a lot of useful information can still be obtained by peeling off the cocoons.

Most of the historical data in other regions, especially the occult parts, were burned to the ground during certain special historical periods.

……

The next day, Zhang Yi was ready to go back to Jiangnan.

In the morning, Paji Gesang sent someone over again and invited Zhang Yi to go there alone and wanted to talk about something.

Zhang Yi raised his lips slightly when he heard this. He knew that this time Paji Gesang was finally going to talk about business.

Zhang Yi nodded in agreement, and then followed the maid to Paji Gesang's residence.

Paji Gesang withdrew, leaving only Zhang Yi alone in the room with him.

Solangeji led a group of confidants to carefully guard all directions in the courtyard, keeping a distance of twenty meters from the house to ensure that no one would approach this place.

After Paji Gesang said a few polite words to Zhang Yi, he looked at him meaningfully and asked:

"Lord Chaos, have you ever read the scroll I gave you?"

Zhang Yi nodded: "I've finished reading. Chief Paji, I wonder what you really think? I don't like to beat around the bush, so you'd better say it first."

Paji Gesang smiled profoundly. He sat on the sofa and Zhang Yi sat beside him.

"I have a question, and I want to ask you first. As one of the few Ypsilon-level aliens in Huaxu Country, can you tell me how many ways there are to become an Ypsilon-level alien?"

Zhang Yi raised his head and glanced at him after hearing this.

"There are two ways that I know of."

"First, those who are born with talents will naturally possess Ypsilon-level combat power after receiving sufficient resources. These people are born Ypsilon strangers. All they lack is training."

"Second, the top Delta-level aliens break through the restrictions of the gene lock after obtaining the Source of God-like material, and then receive enough resources to train and advance to Ypsilon."

Zhang Yi knocked on the armrest of the sofa with his right hand and lowered his eyes.

"I have also heard of the third type, that is, the burial master in the Southwest Region. It is said that he was born Ypsilon and became the strongest man in the Southwest Region shortly after the end of the world."

This is probably what Pajigesang wants to say.

Zhang Yi heard Deng Shentong say this, but no one knew what the principle was.

Probably after the end of the world, people have experienced too many bizarre things and have long been numb.

Paji Gesang nodded: "I didn't expect Mr. Chaos to have such a rich source of information, and he also knows something about the burial master in our southwest region."

"But the promotion of the Burial Master is more incredible than you imagine. It can be called a true miracle!"

Zhang Yi stared at Paji Gesang with burning eyes.

"Pudge Toast, if you have anything to say, just say it first! What does this have to do with me?"

Paji Gesang took a deep breath and said, "Your Majesty, please be patient. I believe you will be interested in this matter!"

With some reminiscence in his eyes, he began to tell Zhang Yi about some conditions in the Southwest Region after the end of the world.

As rumored by the outside world, before each generation of corpse forest masters passed away, they would leave behind edicts to point out the direction for their reincarnation.

Often less than ten years after his death, a young man will appear on the snow-covered plateau who is born with knowledge and can recite tens of millions of words of "The Biography of King Gesar".

"After the reincarnation is discovered, it cannot be called the burial owner. It must be brought back by the great lama Chiba of Sangjia Temple in person, and then through an initiation ceremony, it can be officially granted the status of the reincarnated burial owner."

Zhang Yi asked curiously: "Initiation?"

Pajigesang nodded.

"Witnessed by many eminent monks and chieftains of the Western Family, Chiba will bring him into the Great Sun Hall of Sangjia Temple for the initiation ceremony. Through the rotation of 3,600 prayer wheels, he will awaken his past divinity."

Zhang Yi was confused when he heard this. He didn't know much about religion.

"Can you please be more concise and concise? I don't know much about the religious culture of the Snowy Plateau."

Zhang Yi said with a smile.

Pajigsang paused and smiled helplessly.

"Okay, I'll keep it short."

From the day the world was frozen, the Snowy Plateau ushered in a huge famine, and countless people in the Snowy Land died in the cold wind.

As the protector of Tantric Buddhism, the Lord of the Corpse Buddha Forest prayed to the Buddhas in the heavens.

He was wearing coarse clothes, naked, with his hair hanging barefoot as he kowtowed along the snow-capped mountains. He also personally turned the 3,600 prayer wheels at Sangjia Temple to ask the Buddha to bless everyone.

"When I was young, I received a Western education. I am not afraid of His Majesty Chaos's jokes. Although I am a chieftain from the Snowy Plateau, I am not religious enough in my heart when it comes to religious beliefs."

Paji Gesang smiled a little ashamedly and said: "Although the burial master's actions are touching, at the beginning I did not believe that any miracle would happen."

"But," he changed the subject and his eyes became pious, "On the day when he kowtowed and prostrated on the mountain road to pray to the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas in the Great Sun Hall of Sangjia Temple, we all witnessed A miracle!"

His voice was filled with incomparable piety, and even his fat face seemed to be filled with a layer of precious light.

"The Snowy Mountains, which have been silent for many years, bloom with bright Buddha light at midnight!"

"I saw the sky full of clouds rising from Sangjia Temple, and the burial master standing in the clouds like a god or Buddha."

"He has extraordinary power and can even disperse the snow and wind with his wave of his hand!"

Zhang Yi remained silent, silently listening to the story told by Paji Gesang.

This simple poem is hard to believe. It is completely a rumor in a fantasy novel.

But Paji Gesang himself said these words, but people have to believe it.

"You mean that gods and Buddhas have blessed him. Or is he himself a god and Buddha, and is he really the Lord of the Corpse Buddha Forest who has been reincarnated?"

Zhang Yi stared at him and asked slowly.

Pajigesang nodded.

"Yes! I didn't believe this in the past, even though I grew up listening to these stories."

"But now, I am convinced of it."

"And there are also such records in the scriptures handed down from our ancestors."

"When King Gesar, who represents light and justice, returns, it will be the time when the demon kingdom reappears on earth!"

"The snowy mountains will collapse, the seal of the Demon Kingdom will be loosened, and disaster will invade the world from the abyss. The world will also enter a new reincarnation!"