In the Ice Age, I stockpiled billions of supplies

Chapter 1319

Zhang Yi originally planned to use the Chuan Zhao Dharma Assembly to find the Ipsilons he met that night.

Now, the identities of two people can be roughly confirmed.

One is the funeral master, and the other is the Snow Mountain Eagle.

But there are still two people who he cannot confirm who they are and where they are from.

However, in the morning, several chieftains went to attend the ceremony, and the venue was too large, and there were people everywhere.

He couldn't find anyone suspicious among so many people.

Simply spent the whole morning in a relaxed manner.

At almost noon, a monk pushed a cart out with many thermos barrels on it.

And those believers who knelt devoutly outside the Sangjia Temple fell down because of the cold weather and lack of physical strength.

The monk came to the believers, opened the thermos barrel, and scooped out bowls of sticky soup from it.

It was black, and no one knew what it was made of.

It was lunchtime, and the square around the Sangjia Temple was suddenly filled with a strong smell of food.

Zhang Yi also felt a little hungry, so he called Zhou Keer and a few others to the back to find a place to eat first.

But soon, the people from the Paji family came over and said that the Sangjia Temple had prepared meals for the guests.

Zhou Keer said: "The meals prepared by such a large temple are usually prepared by chefs, and the taste is very good."

Zhang Yi sneered: "Of course it is prepared 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 that he had found a way to eat, and there was no need to call him over to eat together.

So a few people found a side hall, and Zhang Yi took out the food from the alien space, which was still steaming hot, and everyone feasted on it.

At this time, in a Buddhist hall where Sangjia Temple was having a banquet.

Luo Dan was dressed in white, with his hands elegantly placed in front of him, and bowed to introduce today's meal to the distinguished high-ranking officials at the table.

"Respected Chiba, chieftains, and monks. Today I have prepared the most delicious roasted suckling lamb for you."

He pointed to the dining table, which was filled with food, almost unable to fit in.

In the two large silver plates in the middle was a pile of meat that was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, brown on the outside and snow-white on the inside.

A strong and almost intoxicating strange aroma had already lingered in the room.

"The meat we choose is all lambs less than 100 days old born by the ewes we carefully raised."

"This kind of meat is very delicious, with a milky flavor, and melts in your mouth."

Everyone at the table couldn't hold back.

The sound of rolling throats and swallowing saliva came one after another, and everyone clenched the knife and fork in their hands, looking greedily at the table of delicious food.

As soon as Luo Dan finished speaking, they rushed forward, tore the meat off the table and stuffed it into their mouths.

It was hard to imagine that these nobles of the snowy plateau, the so-called monks, would show such an ugly appearance.

They didn't look like a group of people, but clearly like a group of pigs fighting for food.

Luo Dan looked at this scene, his mouth slightly raised, nodded slightly and then left.

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After Zhang Yi and his friends finished their meal, they waited for the afternoon in the temple.

The Chuan Zhao Dharma Assembly was not a formal activity until the afternoon - this was what Paji Gesang told him, and the funeral master would personally preside over it at that time.

Zhang Yi walked out of the hall. It was freezing outside, but there were complete heating facilities in the house.

No matter how cold it was, the Buddha couldn't be cold, otherwise, how could they sit on the cushion and chant sutras with compassion.

There was heavy snow in the sky, and in the cold winter, the snow was heavier than usual.

The ancient Tantric style palace was very tall, and the red pillars outside were three or four people tall, requiring two people to hug together.

Zhang Yi leaned against the door, crossed his arms, and quietly looked at the heavy snow outside.

Zhou Ke'er also came over. She stood shoulder to shoulder with Zhang Yi and sighed softly:

"I don't know how many people will die after this snow!"

Zhang Yi thought of the tens of thousands of people kneeling outside and sneered contemptuously.

"Those who can survive until now, even if they are not extraordinary people, probably have undergone cold-resistant mutations!"

"Survival of the fittest, this is the law of the world."

Not long after Zhang Yi's voice fell, a deep and gentle voice suddenly came to his ears.

"Donor, this is wrong. If all living beings bully the weak, then order will be gone, and the world will be devastated."

Zhou Ke'er looked curiously in the direction of the voice, and Zhang Yi's smile became even stronger, and he slowly turned his head.

Few people can approach him without making a sound, even the Tantric funeral master.

In the corridor not far away, a young man in luxurious robesZi walked over slowly.

He was tall and his appearance was not handsome, but he had a kind of aura that made people feel peaceful.

This was not the first time Zhang Yi dealt with him. The two had met twice before.

Zhang Yi nodded at him: "You must be the funeral master."

The funeral master raised his head and was about to talk to Zhang Yi, but his eyes moved unconsciously to Zhang Yi's side like iron being attracted by a magnet.

Next to Zhang Yi stood Zhou Ke'er.

Because she had just finished eating, she did not wrap her body tightly with combat uniforms.

Therefore, her beautiful face was clearly visible.

Even through the clothes, it was difficult to hide her perfect body proportions.

It was a bit exaggerated to describe Zhou Ke'er as stunning, but her beautiful appearance was not inferior to that of a first-line movie star, and coupled with the temperament of a lady from a noble family, few people would not look at her twice after seeing her.

And on the snowy plateau, she was far ahead.

Even the funeral master who was not close to the 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.

"Hmm? It seems that this young funeral master is not as simple-minded as Paji Gesang said!"

Zhang Yi sneered in his heart, stretched out his hand to hold Zhou Ke'er's waist, and pressed her close to his body to declare ownership.

The funeral master walked not far from Zhang Yi and performed a Buddhist ceremony.

"Donor, we meet again."

Zhang Yi raised his eyebrows, wondering which time the funeral master was referring to.

Did he know that he was there that night?

Zhang Yi was not sure in his heart, but even if he was guessed, he didn't care much.

Everyone knew why so many Ipsilons suddenly appeared on the snowy plateau, and he didn't need to pretend.

"I have heard of you for a long time."

Zhang Yi said lightly, neither warm nor distant.

The funeral master asked, "Have you had lunch?"

Zhang Yi nodded and said that he had already eaten.

The funeral master smiled and said that he had just eaten and went out for a walk.

Zhang Yi asked curiously, "Are you done?"

He thought that the funeral master would have lunch with Paji Gesang and others.

The funeral master heard this and shook his head slightly.

"I'm not used to eating with them."