Chapter 1288 Satan Tattoo
Deji was furious at this time, and he was determined to go to war with the Pudge family.
So he immediately asked the heads of the Xiaza and Lamin families to go back, gather troops and horses, and attack the Paji family with him.
Xia Zha Gyatso said worriedly: "The Dharma Conference is about to be held. Will it have any impact if we start a war at this time?"
Deji snorted coldly, but he also knew in his heart that unless the Burial Master intervened in an all-out war, there would be no results in a short time.
"You all go back and gather your troops. I will go and talk to the Burial Master!"
Xia Zha Gyatso and Lamin Odup suddenly felt shocked.
If the Burial Master ends in person, there will be no suspense in this battle.
The two of them said nothing more, immediately left Sangjia Temple and rushed back to their family's territory by car.
Lamin Oju had a dark face throughout.
She knew in her heart that this time she and the Xiaza family were being used by Deji.
Even if there are benefits obtained from the Paji family, Deji will take them away in the name of Sanggar Temple.
They just work hard for nothing.
As soon as she returned home, she immediately smashed an antique vase angrily and cursed Deji's shamelessness through gritted teeth.
"How dare you instruct me like that, that bastard from the Asherentai family! Sooner or later, I will make him kneel in front of me!"
She raised her head and looked at the huge Lamin family coat of arms in the living room.
"Kneel down under the Ramin family crest!"
The furious Lamin Oju made a lot of noise, and the servants around him did not dare to say a word.
At this time, a magnetic voice sounded not far away.
"Miss Lamin, what makes you so angry?"
Lamin Ouzhu took a few deep breaths and turned to look at the man with a playful look on the stairs.
She waved to the side, and the two closest maids immediately left with understanding.
"Monsieur Lancelot."
Lamin Ouzhu frowned and looked at the tall man in front of her in the way she was accustomed to lowering her eyes.
"You promised me that you would help our Lamin family become the king of the Southwest Region. Does this still count?"
Lancelot's ice-blue pupils flashed with deep gaze.
He was handsome, with slightly curly flaxen hair, but the tattoo on his right cheek ruined the overall harmony of his handsome face.
The entire right face is tattooed with three black Arabic numerals [666]. In the West, this is the code name for the devil Satan, so it makes people feel extremely weird.
He walked down the stairs step by step.
"Of course, as long as you follow our agreement and help me obtain the prehistoric relics under the Snowy Mountains."
"We will do our best to help your Lamin family. After all, you are our most ideal partner."
Lamin Ouzhu's mood calmed down a little at this time.
She sat on the sofa, crossed her legs, and talked about today's events.
"I don't want to look at anyone's face anymore! So this day, it's best to come as soon as possible."
With a cold face, she said word by word: "I must become the king of the snow! I will never give anyone the power to tell me what to do."
The corners of Lancelot's lips curled up, "There will be a day. But now you still need to be patient and let them consume themselves."
Lamin slowly put away her emotions, then she stood up and immediately summoned her own bodyguards.
"Gather an army of two thousand people and follow me to Sangjia Temple!"
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This side of Sangjia Temple.
Deji refused to give up and came to the Great Bright Hall where the burial owner was.
As the most devout believer, the burial master has been studying Buddhism in Sangjia Temple since he was confirmed as the reincarnation of the Lord of the Corpse Forest at the age of eight.
He had a clear heart and spent most of his life studying Buddhist scriptures and Buddhist principles.
If the coming of the end of the world hadn't given him extraordinary power, his hands would never have fought with people, but would have only held up scriptures.
But even so, he has never killed anyone until now.
At this time, the burial master was seriously studying the production of Tantric Zen paintings in the side hall of the Great Guangming Hall.
Tantric Zen painting is a custom of Tantric Buddhism. Every year before the Chuanzhao Dharma Assembly is held, 19 monks are gathered together and spend 19 days using powders ground from various flowers and gemstones to create a painting. A huge picture of sentient beings worshiping Buddha.
This picture of sentient beings worshiping Buddha is circular in shape and divided into nine layers.
From the highest level, which is the Lord Buddha in the center, to the Buddhas, Bodhisattvas, Arhats, and even all living beings.
On the day of the Chuanzhao Dharma Assembly, the burial owner will destroy this Tantric Zen painting in front of everyone.
It means the belief that life will be unified and the Buddha will have no form.
This is an extremely important ceremony, so the burial master often comes to observe and learn.
Deji came all the way and saw the burial owner who was looking down at the making of Zen paintings and said in a deep voice:
"Master Burial, there is a demon in the Snowy Plateau. As the protector of the Tantric Sect, why don't you take action?"
Upon hearing this, the burial master turned around slowly.
He looked at Deji with clear eyes and asked, "What's the matter?"
Deji said: "The person who killed the patrol led by Loren has been found and is hiding in Pudge's house."
"I asked Mu Chuan, Zangbu, and Ashina to arrest him, hoping to reform him and let him escape into Buddhism."
"I didn't expect that the demon was so cruel and actually killed all three Dharma Protectors!"
When the burial master heard this, his eyes moved slightly.
Deji said in a deep voice: "The Paji family has betrayed the Tantric Sect, and now there is irrefutable proof. Burial Master, take action quickly! If you don't take action, our Tantric Sect will be overthrown!"
Facing Deji's words, the burial master lowered his head and thought about it, but then slowly shook his head.
"Chiba, the Chuanzhao Dharma Conference is about to be held. Now is not the time for war."
"I hope you can put the overall situation first and put aside your disputes for the time being."
Deji's face turned green with anger.
"Our monks at Sangjia Temple have all been killed. Are you still unwilling to take action?"
"Burner Master, don't favor the Pudge family!"
Facing the juniors in front of him, Deji would often get angry.
He obviously has such powerful power, but he prefers the Buddhist type - well, as a monk, the Buddhist type seems to be what he should be.
But when people live in this world, they are not real gods and Buddhas, so how can they live without desires and desires?
If the burial owner was willing to join forces with him, then the Southwest Region would have been named Yashe Langtai.
The burial master shook his head.
He just said lightly: "I will not intervene in the grudges between your two families. I will not show up unless there is a stranger of the Ypsilon level on the other side."
"Ypsilon?"
Deji's eyes were a little startled, and he looked at the burial owner in confusion.
"Why is there Ypsilon in the Pudge family?"
The burial owner smiled and said nothing, turned around and continued to look at the Zen paintings.
The reason why he refused to take action easily was because he knew that there were many forces secretly watching in this snowy land.
As the protector of the Tantric Sect, he must not take action easily.
He must preserve his strength and wait for the Chuanzhao Dharma Conference to be held.
In his eyes, the fight between Yashe Langtai and the Paji family was nothing more than a small fight.
When Deji saw that the burial master could not move, he could only stamp his feet helplessly.
"Even if you don't take action, the strength of the three of our families is enough to make the Pudge family feel comfortable!"
