Chapter 1328 Brothers

According to Paji Gesang, in order to save the snow-covered plateau, the Western Chieftain family tried their best to build shelters for them, gather the population, and provide food and survival materials.

According to Luo Zhuo, at the beginning of the end of the world, the Western Chieftain family first used their local influence to form their own private armies.

The Western Chieftain is the Western noble of the Southwest Region, and various local institutions are also controlled by their people.

Therefore, they easily took over military and political power.

Since then, in the name of convenient management, supplies from each household have been collected centrally.

The materials in the hands of businesses, factories, and even individuals were centralized.

Those who lost their supplies "voluntarily" became serfs of the chieftain and the monks.

When Luo Zhuo said this, he gritted his teeth bitterly.

"What they said is very nice. Everything is for the collective benefit of the Snowy Plateau. Let everyone not only care about the interests of their own family, but learn to contribute to everyone."

"But in the end, they sacrificed everything they had to eat and drink, even their wives, children, and even their lives. In the end, only the nobles enjoyed it!"

Zhang Yi listened silently. These things were not unfamiliar to him. This was also the case in the area where he lived.

"What about the Burial Master? Does he acquiesce to all this, or is he the controller behind the scenes?"

Zhang Yi is still most concerned about the burial owner.

After all, it was the existence he feared most in the entire snowy plateau.

Luo Zhuo was silent for a long time when he mentioned the burial master.

Not long after, he suddenly laughed, and the smile was a little strange.

It wasn't that he was sneering, but he seemed helpless.

"Him? He's just an idealistic idiot!"

"Oh? How do you say it? Tell me carefully!"

At this time, Luo Zhuo stopped and continued talking, but stared at Zhang Yi seriously.

"What you want to know most is actually the news about him, right?"

"Which one of those three were you that night?"

Having said this, Zhang Yi was too lazy to lie and told him first:

"I am indeed."

He looked at Luo Zhuo playfully: "That night, you two stood together, seemingly hostile, but you were also against the enemy together. So I knew that you two must know each other, and your relationship is not ordinary."

"Luo Zhuo," Zhang Yi's eyes flashed with a dark light, he stared at him and asked in a deep voice, "Actually, you are a person trained by the Burial Master, right?"

"The so-called resistance army is basically the Burial Lord's own force!"

Luo Zhuo stared at Zhang Yi in surprise and said nothing.

Zhang Yi continued: "Everyone says that the burial owner is a pure and flawless white lotus. He has devoted himself to practicing Buddhism for more than ten years and enjoys the highest status in Tantric Buddhism."

"But until the end of the world comes and he becomes an Ypsilon-level alien, he has no substantial power."

"I think he has had enough of this feeling, so he sent you to form a resistance army. In fact, it is to attack the power of the West Family. So that he can completely become the king of the Southwest Region!"

As Zhang Yi spoke, he stared into Luo Zhuo's eyes, trying to see his reaction.

Luo Zhuo asked back: "Your question is very interesting. If I are really the Burial Master's man, with the strength of the two of us, we can take everything by force! Why do we do such troublesome things?"

Zhang Yi said slowly: "The Burial Lord's power is not his own, but comes from the initiation ceremony of the Tantric Sect. So I guess there must be some limit to his power."

"What's more, he obviously doesn't want his sacred image to be destroyed."

It is possible that Zhang Yi compiled this rhetoric, but it is not very likely.

The reason why I said this was to test Luo Zhuo and elicit his words.

Sure enough, Luo Zhuo shook his head when he heard this and couldn't help laughing.

"I have to admire your imagination, but what you said is far from the truth."

"He and I do know each other," he said seriously, "but we are not the same person."

Luo Zhuo explained to Zhang Yi: "The chieftain system has existed on the snow-covered plateau for thousands of years. In the past hundred years, this system was abolished. But the nobility has not disappeared, it just has a different term."

"The existence of this aristocratic system is supported by Tantra."

"No, just like the head of the Yashelangtai family can become the Tripa of Sangjia Monastery, it would be better to say that Tantra itself is a tool in their hands."

"So according to the Tantric deal, Buddhists will not interfere with the secular world. The burial master is a pedantic guy soaked in Buddhist scriptures. He only wants to slowly change the Snow Region, but he will not overthrow the rule of the Tusi family."

He said, clenching his fists hard, his eyes burning.

"And I know that this ancient and decadent system has long been rotten to the core! That's why I established the resistance army in order to have a complete revolution!"

Zhang Yi heard this and thought for a moment.

Then he asked slowly: "Why doesn't the burial master kill you or capture you?"

Luo Zhuo smiled, "Do you really want to know the answer?"

Zhang Yi nodded: "Of course."

Otherwise, why would he bother to help the rebels escape?

"Okay, I'll tell you the answer now."

He said, reaching for the mask on his face, and then slowly took it off.

When he saw that face, Zhang Yi's pupils couldn't help but shrink suddenly.

Because he saw the face that belonged to the burial master of Sangjia Temple.

"You are……"

Zhang Yi stood up abruptly and subconsciously adopted a defensive posture.

"Don't be nervous, I'm not him. I'm his brother."

Luo Zhuo said calmly.

"He and I are twins, he is the older brother and I am the younger brother."

Zhang Yi recovered from the shock and took a deep breath.

"I see, that's it! No wonder you have such a powerful talent and can become an Ypsilon-level alien. No wonder he lets you go again and again. So that's what happened."

Luo Zhuo sighed softly and looked into the distance, as if he had traveled through time and space.

"When he was eight years old, he was taken away by the monks of Sangjia Temple. I have never seen him since then."

"Because after becoming the burial master, he is no longer the son of an ordinary believer, but the master of the corpse forest respected by thousands of people."

Only then did Zhang Yi sit down, opposite the face that made him curious.

"You are brothers after all. Is it so difficult to sit down and talk together?"

"Can't talk."

Luo Zhuo shook his head.

"As I said, he is an idealist soaked in scriptures. He has almost never stepped out of Sangjia Temple. Even though he has great power, he has never seen the suffering of the world."

"Sangjia Temple and the chieftains covered his eyes and blocked his ears, making everything he saw an illusion."

"So, my dear brother listened to their lies and became my biggest enemy in liberating the Southwest Region!"