In the Ice Age, I stockpiled billions of supplies

Chapter 1321

The Chuan Zhao Dharma Assembly was officially held.

The lamas in bright red robes carried huge Tongqin and played solemn music. The sound was like a huge bell, penetrating the sky, making the surrounding atmosphere solemn.

The Tantric followers buried their heads even lower.

Not long after, a monk from Sangjia Temple came out from behind wearing complicated robes.

They all held instruments in their hands, some of which were drums, with white skin like jade and bright red like blood. They walked and beat them, chanting at the same time.

The sound of the drums and the sound of the Tongqin symphony, and the sound made Fatty Xu dare not smile.

After a while, people wearing colorful clothes came out, singing and dancing.

A dozen lamas carried a large bucket and placed it in the middle of the square.

On the other side, a large pot with a diameter of at least five or six meters had been placed on the stove.

Zhang Yi found it quite interesting, but soon, the atmosphere on the scene became a little strange.

Because from outside, suddenly hundreds of monks and soldiers escorted more than 20 ragged and unkempt people to the center of the square.

They were tied with heavy chains, and they limped and made a "clattering" sound when they walked.

"Who are these people?"

Zhang Yi couldn't help but look at Paji Gesang.

"Chuan Zhao Fa Hui, are there still prisoners to be executed?"

Paji Gesang said to Zhang Yi: "These people are all captured rebels. To the outside world, we will claim that they were bewitched by the Demon Kingdom and intended to fight against the demons of Tantric Buddhism."

"Take advantage of today to execute them. This is also part of the ceremony."

Zhang Yi and Liang Yue heard this and immediately understood that the situation was the same as they guessed.

Sure enough, the four major families and Sangjia Temple were going to set up a trap here and wait for the rebels to come to the rescue.

Among these people, Zhang Yi saw several familiar faces.

Walking at the front of the team was a woman, who was tied up the heaviest with chains, and was accompanied by four powerful monks holding vajra to escort them personally.

After communicating with Zhuoma, Zhang Yi already knew her identity.

Bam, the second-in-command of the rebels.

That was the woman who led people to ambush the funeral master when Zhang Yi and others entered the snowy area that day.

For a moment, everything became clear.

This was an open conspiracy.

The second-in-command was going to be executed. If the rebels did not come to rescue them, they would not only suffer heavy losses, but also lose the support of the people.

But if they came to rescue, the surrounding area must have been set up with a net of heaven and earth.

The rebels would only die in vain.

Zhang Yi was also a little curious in his heart, wanting to know how the Snow Mountain Eagle rescued his men.

As the rebels were being escorted, there was a sound of curses around them.

All the Tantric followers looked at them, gnashing their teeth, and picked up everything they could get and threw them at them.

The followers gnashed their teeth and denounced their betrayal of Tantric Buddhism, disloyalty to the funeral master and Sangjia Temple.

Soon, they were all taken to the center of the square.

On both sides of the square, huge trees had already erected execution racks.

They were tied up high and stood in the square like flags. This was a display to let people see the fate of those who rebelled against the Tusi and Sangjia Temple.

A great lama from Sangjia Temple came over and loudly denounced their actions.

"These rebels have surrendered to the devil! They don't want to see the people of the Snowy Plateau live a happy life. They have been fighting against the great funeral master and the Tripa, and stigmatizing the Tusi who worked hard to defend our power."

"It is because of these people that our lives are so difficult now."

"Only by eliminating the rebels can the Snowy Plateau usher in true peace and happiness!"

The loudspeaker conveyed these words to everyone's ears.

At the same time, the copper qin and the instruments played solemn music, giving people a feeling of power and a prison, which made people feel excited and kneel down instinctively.

As expected, influenced by the great lama, the curses outside the venue became louder.

They threw the things in their hands far away and smashed them at the rebels hanging on the execution rack.

On the faces of those rebels, some sneered, some were numb, and some were sad.

They tried to roar in rebuttal, but the sound was too small, and it was blown away by the wind, and no one could hear it.

Next, a series of complicated procedures were completed.

Under the expectation of everyone, the funeral master finally appeared in person.

The moment he appeared, a golden light rose from Sangjia Temple, illuminating all directions, just like a golden sun rising from Sangjia Temple.

This golden light was warm and reflected on the faces of every believer, making them look infatuated.Drunk expression.

Even many believers were so excited that they shed tears and cried loudly.

"Master of the Underworld! Master of the Underworld!"

"Great Master of the Underworld! Protect your people! Dispel the severe cold, enrich our land, and let us live happily!"

...

The golden light rushed straight into the sky, and it actually dispelled the dark clouds in the sky, and the heavy snow stopped abruptly.

Those believers were even more excited, kneeling on the ground and kowtowed desperately, shouting the name of the Master of the Underworld.

Even Paji Gesang and others at the scene couldn't help but kneel down.

How could such a miracle not move people?

Zhang Yi looked calm, but Uncle You and Fatty Xu behind him were also dumbfounded.

"This, this, this... This is a miracle!"

Zhou Haimei almost knelt down.

Fortunately, at this time, Yang Xinxin said in a voice that only they could hear: "It is indeed amazing, but it can also be done with scientific methods."

Hearing this, everyone looked at Zhang Yi: "Zhang Yi, can you do it?"

Zhang Yi shrugged: "I can use a cannon to blow away the clouds."

He was not interested in the so-called miracles.

After reaching the realm of Ipsilon, every alien will have mysterious and powerful abilities.

The method used by the funeral master is indeed very suitable for being a charlatan, and it is quite good to scare people.

The lamas played louder.

The funeral master appeared slowly in the square wearing a bright red robe and a crown on his head.

He was covered with soft golden light, which made him look like a god. Tens of thousands of believers in front of him shouted his name like a tsunami.

Even Paji Gesang and others crawled on the ground, and did not even dare to look up and look at his face.

"This is the power of religion."

Zhang Yi said secretly in his heart.

These people have lived in the snowy plateau for decades and have been influenced subtly. Now they only need the funeral master to show some miracles to make them bow down obediently.

Zhang Yi looked at the funeral master who was shining with golden light and looked like a Buddha, and then looked at the huge copper Qin and the magic tools made of human skin and human bones that kept making noises, and a smile with an inexplicable meaning appeared at the corner of his mouth.

It turns out that the so-called religion is just like this.