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Day two.

A special garden in the Pudge family welcomed a special guest.

The black car parked at the door, and everyone receiving it looked extremely respectful and did not dare to show any slights.

As the attendant opened the car door, a gray-haired old monk stepped out of the car.

When the guard at the door saw him, he even knelt down and buried his head deeply on the ground.

Paji Gesang had already been waiting in front of the door. When he saw the visitor, he immediately came over with a smile on his face.

"Wangbo Chiba, thank you for coming despite your busy schedule!"

Paji Kelsang was particularly attentive to the old monk in front of him.

Because of his extraordinary identity, he was none other than the previous Tripa of Sangjia Monastery, Wangbo Sangji.

At the beginning, Yashelangtai Deji relied on his status as the head of the Burial Lord clan and the force of the Yashelangtai family, and used both soft and hard tactics to force the Chiba to abdicate.

But in the snow-covered plateau, Wangbo Sangji still has a very high status.

Because he has served as the Tripa of Sangjia Monastery for more than 30 years, it can be said that he is a household name.

Moreover, he also has a connection with the Paji family, because the Tripa before him was Paji Kelsang's grandfather and his teacher.

Paji Gesang invited Wangbo Sangji into the tea room inside and asked his servants to bring in the best tea and cakes.

Wangbo Sangji sat opposite him, looked at the attentive Paji Gesang, and said bluntly: "Gesang, if you have anything to do, just tell me directly. At this time, I can't stay with you any longer. ”

If it weren't for the sake of his master, Wangbo Sangji wouldn't want to come to see Paji Kelsang at all.

After all, everyone knows that his relationship with Deji is not good, and it is likely to affect Wangbo Sangji himself in the future.

Paji Gesang smiled and said: "Wangbo Chiba, I invite you here this time because I hope you can do me a favor."

Wang Bo Sangji raised his eyes and glanced at him.

"If it has something to do with the Sangjia Temple or the Yashelangtai family, you'd better not say anything."

His tone was unusually cold, and he obviously didn't want to cause trouble.

Paji Gesang narrowed his eyes, still with a flattering smile on his face.

"Wangbo Chiba, you were ousted by Deji and lost your seat as Chiba. Are you really willing to do that?"

Wang Bo Sangji paused in his movements, and an angry look flashed in his eyes.

"Gelsang, why are you bringing this up!"

He is an old man in his seventies, and he could have died before taking over the job.

But at the age when he was about to die, he was forcefully forced to abdicate. This was the sadness he least wanted to mention.

Paji Kelsang continued: "Actually, what ability does Deji have? He knows nothing about Buddhism, so he is just a Buddhist thief. He took advantage of the fact that there was a burial owner in his family, so he robbed him. The Chiba of Sangjia Temple asked him to do it, It’s simply an insult to the face of our Tantric sect that has lasted for thousands of years!”

Paji Gesang’s words made Wang Bo Sangji very satisfied.

He said calmly: "The matter is a foregone conclusion. He has the support of the burial master. Who can do anything?"

Although his tone was calm, he still revealed a trace of unwillingness.

But Paji Gesang said to him: "The reason why he was able to become the Red Ba is because he is the head of the burial master's family. Without the support of the burial master, he has nothing to fear."

Wang Bo Sangji glanced at him and said coldly: "Tell me the important point."

Paji Gesang chuckled: "Wangbo Tripa, the burial master and you often discussed Buddhism back then. The relationship between the two of you was that of teacher and student."

"Have you ever thought that Deji can control the Burial Master, why can't you?"

"Me? Haha, I don't have powerful private soldiers in my hands."

Wang Bo Sangji sneered.

Paji Gesang said: "But as long as you get the support of the burial master, you can be worth thousands of troops!"

"Why?"

Wangbo Sangji asked rhetorically.

Paji Gesang straightened up and clapped his hands vigorously.

Immediately a woman came out from behind the screen in the room.

She is charming, has a voluptuous figure, and can make countless men lose their souls with just one look.

"I hope you can help me honor the burial owner."

Paji Kelsang pressed his thigh, "I remember that in Buddhist practice, there is such a lesson called the concept of beauty."

"It was through observing the decay process of the female corpse that I realized the true meaning of the pink skull."

"The Burial Master is a man of great enlightenment. As his half-master, isn't it reasonable for you to help him practice?"

The view of beauty and the relationship between beauty.

Paji Gesang made a double entendre, which means a lot.

Wang Bo Sangji raised his eyes and looked at the woman. He had not seen such a beautiful woman for many years.

It's not her appearance, but the charm between her eyebrows. One look can make people obsessed with her.

A woman like this is impossible to find in today's snowy plateau. This is the top thin horse born in the most nurturing place in the Jiangnan water town.

She doesn't know anything else but one thing, which is how to attract a man's heart.

Wangbo Sangji lowered his eyes, and he couldn't help but think of a past incident.

When Burial Master Jueguo practiced seclusion for the first time, he was sealed in a small room, leaving only a small hole, and gave him food and scriptures.

In that secret room, which was less than ten square feet, he practiced hard for three years.

Three years later, Wangbo Sangji and his men smashed the wall with a sledgehammer and asked him to come out.

But everyone thought that the burial master's practice was successful, so a celebration was held to celebrate.

As a result, during the funeral ceremony, the funeral director was stunned as he looked at a young mother breastfeeding her child.

From that time on, Wang Bo Sangji knew that the burial master’s roots in the world of mortals were not broken.

He left his mother at the age of eight and became an ascetic for more than ten years. Although he appeared to be in his twenties, he was actually as simple-minded as a child.

The longing for my mother and the natural physical desires in my heart will not disappear with the daily recitation of Buddhist scriptures, but will only be suppressed.

But once he is released, what will be the result?

Wang Bo Sangji let out a long sigh, feeling extremely conflicted in his heart.

He couldn't bear the thought of destroying the practice of a corpse master with his own hands, and even felt that such an act was a serious sin.

but……

If he didn't do that, he would never be able to wash away the humiliation Deji had brought him in his entire life.

After thinking for a long time, Wang Bo Sangji nodded towards the woman.

"Since this female Bodhisattva has such a dedicated spirit, of course I will accomplish her good deeds."

Paji Kelsang was overjoyed and immediately knelt down and kowtowed to Wang Bo Sangji.

"Thank you Wangbo Chiba!"

Wangbo Sangji said: "This is just to help the burial master practice, not for my personal selfish desires. Amitabha!"

That night, when Deji once again convened several chieftains to celebrate the Dharma Assembly, Wangbo Sangji's car drove into Sangjia Temple from the side door.

No one noticed that among the group of lamas wrapped in thick robes following him, there was a beautiful young woman.