Chapter 1325 I’m hungry

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

They also knew that in a real fight they were no match for the chieftain and Sangjia Temple, so they just took advantage of the burial master's absence to quickly save people and leave.

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

However, he was thinking about what happened to the snow-capped mountain condor that led the burial master away.

That night, Zhang Yi clearly felt the strength of the Burial Master. He was able to fight against the three Ypsilons at the same time, but he was only slightly at a disadvantage.

Although there is no life-and-death fight, his strength is definitely at the [Black Chariot] level of over 20000 points.

The strength of the Snow Mountain Condor is only 13000 at most.

With such a huge strength gap, even if he doesn't get killed instantly, he will definitely die once he takes the initiative to kill.

"How dare he?"

Zhang Yi was extremely curious.

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

After a while, the burial master turned into a golden light and returned.

His body was spotless and still looked so precious and majestic.

Deji was furious at this time. When he saw the burial owner coming back, he hurried up to ask.

"Burial Master, was that Demon Eagle executed by you?"

There was anger in his eyes. This time the Dharma transmission meeting was attacked, which caused great loss to his face.

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

There is no doubt that if the Burial Master kills the Snow Mountain Condor, then the escape of several rebels will be nothing.

The burial master recited the Buddha's name: "Amitabha, when will it be time to retaliate? Killing is not a way to solve problems, but the source of trouble. Chiba, don't act rashly."

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

A strange light flashed in Zhang Yi's eyes.

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

Otherwise, he would not have thought how the Snow Mountain Condor could survive under his hands.

Chiba was so angry that he even pointed his finger at him regardless of his appearance.

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

The burial master smiled slightly and said, "Buddha taught the world to influence people with love. Even evil people can put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha immediately. My great wish is to educate the world and let everyone learn to put down their weapons."

Deji shook his sleeves sadly and angrily.

The burial owner studied Buddhism at the age of 8 and has been with the Qingdeng Ancient Buddha for more than ten years.

This makes him pure in heart and the best Buddhist, but it is difficult for such a person to be a sharp knife in his hand.

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

Deji had no choice but to endure his temper. If they caused trouble here, it would only shake their image in the minds of believers.

Then the burial owner returned to sit on the altar.

His eyes were looking at the distant sky, as if there was an unruly eagle flying and circling there.

"Amitabha, Luo Zhuo, I hope one day you can understand my painstaking efforts. Killing is not a means to bring peace."

Deji stepped forward and declared in the name of the Tripa of Sangjia Temple that the evil Snow Mountain Demon Eagle had been surrendered by the burial master.

However, the funeral master followed his ancestors to subdue the golden-winged roc and gave the Snow Mountain Demon Eagle a chance to change his ways, hoping to make him sincerely repent.

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

After all, the rebels don't usually kill civilians, they are just enemies of the Western Chieftain family, so from the inside, they don't hate the rebels much.

"The ceremony continues!"

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

Pajilodan nodded slightly and walked over with his knife.

The ground was full of corpses, including those from the rebels, as well as those from the chieftain family's private soldiers and monk soldiers.

Someone came around to clean up the corpses, but because the fighting was too fierce and a large number of explosives were buried around the square, the corpses at this time were basically unrecognizable and incomplete.

I had no choice but to take care of these things, so I gathered them all together.

Luo Dan and the sky burial masters worked together to place the corpses on the sky burial platform. After first praying solemnly, they began to hold the sky burial.

It was freezing cold, and these corpses had already lost their temperature and were hard.

After cutting it off, there was no blood, just a piece of frozen, whitish flesh.

Rodan put a piece of meat in his palm and raised it towards the sky.

"O messenger of the Buddha! Take the souls of the dead to heaven!"

Rodan and the sky burial masters prayed loudly.

However, there was no eagle in the sky, so they just went through this ceremony and threw the pieces of meat into the boiling cauldron nearby.

The ceremony was carried out unhurriedly.

While Luo Dan was operating the knife, he skillfully cooked the food.

Soon, a strong aroma accompanied by steaming heat floated around the entire square.

Zhang Yi was very familiar with this aroma. Every time he smelled it, it seemed as if a pair of hands were about to stretch out from his throat, and then take the delicious food into his stomach.

Zhang Yi stared at Luo Dan. This was the first time he saw Luo Dan's cuisine with his own eyes.

Sure enough, he used his superpower. When he was cooking, a strange red light entered the pot as he stirred the spoon.

That's why the food he makes tastes great.

"This method should add some characteristics to the food, but it will not be poisonous. Otherwise, the top management of the Snowy Plateau would not be able to let him be the person in charge of cooking."

Zhang Yi frowned, suddenly becoming interested in Luo Dan's abilities.

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

Paji Gesang looked back at Zhang Yi, and then laughed: "Mr. A, you still can't stand the temptation! To be honest, I was a little resistant to it at first. But as long as you take the first bite ," His eyes burst out with greed: "You can't stop anymore!"

Zhang Yi smiled and said nothing.

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

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

Zhang Yi waved his hands repeatedly: "No, that's it!"

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

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

The believers kneeling on the ground all opened their eyes after smelling it.

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

"What does this smell like? It smells so good. I have never smelled such a sweet smell in my life!"

"Is that the smell of demons? It turns out that the smell of demons is so fragrant, Gulu——"

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

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