In the Ice Age, I stockpiled billions of supplies

Chapter 1290

Deji was furious at this time, and he was sure that he had to go to war with the Phaji family.

So he immediately asked the heads of the Xiaza and Lamin families to go back, gather troops, and attack the Phaji family with him.

Xiaza Jiacuo said worriedly: "The Chuanzhao Dharma Assembly is about to be held. Will it have any impact if we go to war at this time?"

Deji snorted coldly, but he also knew in his heart that unless the funeral master intervened, there would be no results in a short time if a full-scale war was launched.

"You all go back and gather your troops, and I will talk to the funeral master!"

Xiaza Jiacuo and Lamin Ouzhu were immediately shocked.

If the funeral master personally went down, there would be no suspense in this battle.

The two said nothing more, left Sangjia Temple immediately, and drove back to their family's territory.

Lamin Ouzhu had a dark face throughout the whole process.

She knew in her heart that this time she and the Xiaza family were used as guns by Deji.

Even if they got benefits from the Phaji family, they would be taken away by Deji in the name of Sangjia Temple.

They just worked in vain.

As soon as she returned home, she smashed an antique vase in anger and cursed Deji for being shameless.

"That bastard from the Yashelangtai family dared to order me like this! Sooner or later, I will make him kneel in front of me!"

She looked up at the huge Lamin family crest in the living room.

"Kneel under the Lamin family crest!"

The furious Lamin Ouzhu yelled, and the servants around 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 on the stairs with a playful look on his face.

She waved to the side, and the two closest maids immediately understood and left.

"Mr. Lancelot."

Lamin Ouzhu stiffened her neck and looked at the tall man in front of her with her usual way of looking down at people.

"You promised me that you would help our Lamin family become the king of the southwest region. Do you still mean it?"

Lancelot's ice-blue eyes flashed with a deep gaze.

He was handsome, with slightly curly flaxen hair, but his handsome face was ruined by the tattoo on his right cheek.

The entire right face was tattooed with three black Arabic numerals [666], which is the code name of the devil Satan in the West, so it makes people feel extremely weird.

He walked down the stairs step by step.

"Of course, as long as you help me get the prehistoric relics under the Great Snow Mountain according to our agreement."

"We will do our best to help your Lamin family. After all, you are our most ideal partner."

Lamin Ouzhu's emotions calmed down a little at this time.

She sat on the sofa, crossed her legs, and talked about what happened today.

"I don't want to see anyone's face anymore! So this day had better come as soon as possible."

She said word by word with a cold face: "I must become the king of the snowy land! I will not give anyone the power to tell me what to do."

Lancelot's mouth curled up, "There will be such a day. But now you still need to be patient and let them waste their energy."

Ramin slowly put away her emotions, then she stood up and immediately summoned her guards.

"Gather two thousand troops for me and go to Sangjia Temple with me!"

...

Here at Sangjia Temple.

Deji came to the Great Light Hall where the funeral master was without giving up.

As the most devout believer, the funeral master has been studying Buddhism in Sangjia Temple since he was confirmed as the reincarnation of the master of the cemetery at the age of eight.

His heart is clear, and he has spent most of his life studying Buddhist scriptures and Buddhist principles.

If it weren't for the advent of the end of the world, which gave him extraordinary power, his hands would never fight with others, but would only hold up scriptures.

But even so, he has never killed anyone until now.

At this time, the funeral master was in the side hall of the Great Light Hall, earnestly learning the production of Tantric Zen paintings.

Tantric Zen paintings are a custom of Tantric Buddhism. Every year before the Chuan Zhao Dharma Assembly is held, 49 monks will be summoned, and it will take 49 days to use various flower powders and gems to make a huge picture of sentient beings worshiping Buddha.

This picture of sentient beings worshiping Buddha is round and divided into nine layers.

From the highest layer, which is the most central Buddha, the Buddhas, Bodhisattvas, Arhats, and even sentient beings are below.

On the day of the Chuan Zhao Dharma Assembly, the funeral master will destroy this Tantric Zen painting in front of everyone.

It means the belief that the Buddha has no form and that the Buddha is originally without form.

This is an extremely important ceremony, so the funeral master often comes to observe and learn.

Deji came all the way,Seeing the funeral master who was looking at the Zen painting with his head down, he said in a deep voice:

"Father, there is a demon on the snowy plateau. As the guardian of the Tantric Buddhism, why don't you take action?"

The funeral master turned around slowly after hearing this.

He looked at Deji with clear eyes and asked, "What's the matter?"

Deji said, "The person who killed the patrol led by Luo Lun has been found and is hiding in Paji's house."

"I asked Muchuan, Zangbu and Ashina to arrest him, hoping to influence him and let him become a monk."

"I didn't expect that the demon was so cruel that he killed all three guardian Vajra!"

The funeral master's eyes moved slightly after hearing this.

Deji said in a deep voice, "The Paji family has betrayed the Tantric Buddhism, and now there is irrefutable evidence. Father, take action quickly! If you don't take action, my Tantric Buddhism will be overthrown!"

Faced with Deji's words, the funeral master bowed his head and thought about it, but slowly shook his head.

"Chiba, the Chuan Zhao Dharma Assembly is about to be held. Now is not the time to start a war."

"I hope you can put the overall situation first and put aside the dispute for the time being."

Deji's face turned green with anger.

"All the monks in our Sangjia Temple have been killed. Are you still unwilling to take action?"

"Master Zang, don't favor the Paji family!"

Facing the younger generation in front of him, Deji often gets angry.

Obviously, he has such a powerful force, but he is too Buddhist - well, as a monk, Buddhism seems to be his due.

But people live in the world, they are not real gods and Buddhas, how can they be free of desires?

If Master Zang is willing to join forces with him, then the Southwest Region would have been named Yashelangtai long ago.

Master Zang shook his head.

He just said lightly: "I will not interfere in the feud between your two families. I will only show up unless the other side has an Ipsilon-level alien."

"Ipsilon?"

Deji's eyes were a little surprised, and he looked at the funeral master in doubt.

"How could the Page family have Ipsilon?"

The funeral master smiled but did not say anything, turned around and continued to watch the Zen painting.

The reason why he was unwilling to take action easily was because he knew that there were many forces secretly lurking in this snowy area.

As a guardian of the Tantric Buddhism, he must not take action easily.

He must preserve his strength and wait for the convening of the Chuan Zhao Dharma Assembly.

And the fight between Yashelangtai and the Page family was just a small fight in his eyes.

Seeing that he could not persuade the funeral master, Deji could only stamp his feet helplessly.

"Even if you don't take action, the military strength of our three families is enough to make the Page family feel good!"