Chapter 1317 Meeting the Burial Master Again
Originally, Zhang Yi planned to use the Chuanzhao Dharma Conference to find some of the Ypsilons he met that night.
Today, the identity of both individuals can be roughly determined.
One is the burial master, and the other is the Snow Mountain Condor.
But there were two people he couldn't confirm who they were and where they came from.
However, in the morning, several chieftains went to attend the ceremony, and the venue was really too big and crowded with people everywhere.
He couldn't find anyone suspicious among so many people.
I simply spent the whole morning relaxing like this.
When it was almost noon, a monk came out pushing a cart with many thermos buckets placed on it.
And many of the believers who knelt down and worshiped devoutly outside Sangjia Temple fell down because the weather was too cold and they were exhausted.
The monk came among the believers, opened the thermos bucket, and scooped out bowl after bowl of thick soup and porridge.
It's so dark, I don't know what it's made of.
It was lunch time, and the entire square around Sangjia Temple was suddenly filled with a strong smell of food.
Zhang Yi also felt a little hungry, so he asked Zhou Ke'er and others to come to the back and find a place to eat first.
But soon, people from the Paji family came over and said that Sangjia Temple had prepared meals for the distinguished guests.
Zhou Ke'er said: "The meals prepared by such big temples are usually cooked by chefs, and they taste very good."
Zhang Yi sneered: "Of course it was cooked by the chef. Today I saw Luo Dan coming with a bunch of kitchen utensils."
Everyone suddenly felt a chill.
Zhang Yi asked the Paji family member to go back and report, saying that he had to find a way to eat by himself and there was no need to call him over to eat with him.
So a few people found a side hall, and Zhang Yi took out the food from another space. It was still steaming hot, and everyone feasted on it.
At this time, there was a banquet in Sangjia Temple in a Buddhist hall.
Luo Dan was dressed in white. He put his elegant hands in front of him and bowed to introduce today's meal to the distinguished senior officials at the table.
"Dear Chiba, distinguished chieftains, and eminent monks. What I have prepared for you today is the most delicious roasted suckling lamb."
His thumb pointed towards the dining table, which was so full of food that it was almost impossible to put it down.
Inside the two big silver plates in the middle was a pile of meat that was tender on the outside, brown on the outside and snow-white on the inside.
A strange aroma that was so rich that it almost possessed people had already lingered throughout the room.
"The quality of the meat we use is from lambs less than a hundred days old from ewes we have carefully cultivated."
"The meat is very delicious, with a milky aroma, and it melts in your mouth."
Everyone at the banquet could no longer hold themselves back.
The throats rolled and the sounds of swallowing came and went. Everyone clenched the knives and forks in their hands, looking greedily at the table of delicious food.
As soon as Luo Dan finished speaking, they rushed forward, tore off the meat on the table and stuffed it into their mouths.
It is hard to imagine that these nobles of the snowy plateau, the so-called eminent monks, would show such an ugly appearance.
It didn't look like a group of people, but clearly like a group of domestic pigs fighting for food.
Luo Dan looked at this scene, raised the corner of his mouth slightly, nodded briefly and then left.
……
Zhang Yi and others finished their meal and waited in the temple for the afternoon to arrive.
The official event of the Chuanzhao Dharma Assembly will not be until the afternoon - this is what Paji Gesang told him, and then the funeral director will personally preside over it.
Zhang Yi walked out of the hall. It was freezing outside, but there were complete heating facilities inside the house.
No matter how cold it is, Buddha cannot be chilled. Otherwise, how could they sit on the futon and recite sutras with compassion for heaven and earth.
There was heavy snow falling in the sky. In the cold winter, the snow fell heavier than usual.
The ancient Tantric style palace is very tall, and the red pillars outside are as tall as a Westerner's, and it takes two people to hold them together.
Zhang Yi leaned against the door, folded his arms and looked at the heavy snow outside quietly.
Zhou Keer also walked over. She stood side by side with Zhang Yi and said softly:
"If it snows, I don't know how many people will die!"
Zhang Yi thought of the tens of thousands of people kneeling outside and sneered contemptuously.
"Those who can survive to this day, even if they are not aliens, probably have a cold-resistant mutation in their bodies!"
"Natural selection is the law of the world."
Not long after Zhang Yi finished speaking, a deep and gentle voice suddenly came to his ears.
"What the donor said is wrong. If all living beings rely on the strong to bully the weak, then order will be lost and the world will be devastated."
Zhou Keer looked around curiously, and the smile on Zhang Yi's lips became thicker, and he slowly turned his head.
Few people can approach him without making a sound, even the burial master of the tantric sect.
In the corridor not far away, a young man wearing luxurious cassocks walked slowly over.
He is tall and tall, and although his appearance is not handsome, he has an aura that makes people feel peaceful.
This is not the first time Zhang Yi has dealt with him. The two have met twice before.
Zhang Yi nodded towards him: "You must be the burial master."
The burial master raised his head and was about to talk to Zhang Yi, but his eyes were like iron being attracted by a magnet, and he unconsciously moved to Zhang Yi's side.
Next to Zhang Yi stood Zhou Keer.
Because she had just finished eating, she did not wrap her body tightly in combat uniform.
Therefore, that beautiful face is clearly visible.
Even through her clothes, it was difficult to hide her perfect body proportions.
It's a bit exaggerated to describe Zhou Ke'er as "beautiful country", but her beautiful appearance is not inferior to that of a first-line movie star. Coupled with the temperament of a young lady from an aristocratic family, few people would not look at her twice after taking one look at her.
And on the snow-covered plateau, it was even more clear-cut.
Even the burial master who was not close to the fireworks of the human world could not help but lose his mind for a moment.
Although he quickly shifted his gaze, this subtle movement could not escape Zhang Yi's eyes.
"Huh? It seems that this young burial master is not as simple-minded as Paji Gesang said!"
Zhang Yi sneered in his heart and put his arms around Zhou Keer's waist, pulling her close to his body to declare his ownership.
The funeral director walked not far from Zhang Yi and performed a Buddhist ritual.
"Donor, we meet again."
Zhang Yi raised his eyebrows, wondering which time the burial master was referring to when he said they had met again.
Did he know he was there that night?
Zhang Yi was not sure, but even if he was guessed, he didn't really care.
Everyone knew the reason for the sudden appearance of so many Ypsilons on the snowy plateau, and he didn't really need to disguise himself.
"I've admired you for a long time."
Zhang Yi said calmly, neither warm nor distant.
The funeral director asked: "Has the donor had lunch?"
Zhang Yi nodded and said, he had already eaten.
The burial owner smiled and said that he had just eaten and was out for a walk.
Zhang Yi asked curiously: "Are you finished?"
He thought that the burial owner would have dinner with Paji Gesang and others.
Upon hearing this, the burial master shook his head slightly.
"I'm not used to eating with them."
