Global Freeze: I built a doomsday safe house

Chapter 1319 Festival

The Chuanzhao Dharma Conference was officially held.

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

The Tantric followers buried their heads lower.

Soon after, a monk named Sangjia Temple came out from behind wearing complicated robes.

They all held magical instruments in their hands, some of which were drums. The skin of the drum was as white as jade and the body of the drum was as red as blood. They were beating the drum while walking and chanting words in their mouths.

The sound of drums and the sound of Tongqin symphonized, and the sound made Fatty Xu even dare not show a smile.

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

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

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

Zhang Yi was quite amused, but soon, the atmosphere at the scene became a little strange.

Because from outside, hundreds of monk soldiers suddenly appeared, escorting more than 20 people in ragged clothes and unkempt faces towards the center of the square.

Their bodies were all tied with thick chains, and they walked with a limp, making a "clattering" sound.

"Who are these people?"

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

"In the Chuanzhao Dharma Conference, are the prisoners still going to be executed?"

Paji Gesang said to Zhang Yi: "These people are all captured rebels. Externally, we claim that they are bewitched by the demon country and intend to fight against the Tantric demon people."

"Use today's day to execute them. This is also part of the ritual."

When Zhang Yi and Liang Yue heard this, they immediately understood that things were just as they had guessed.

Sure enough, the four major families and the Sangjia Temple are going to fight here, waiting 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, her body bound with the heaviest chains, and she was escorted by four monk soldiers with powerful auras, holding vajra pestles.

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

The second-in-command of the resistance, Bam.

It was that day when Zhang Yi and others entered the snowy area, they led people to ambush the woman of the burial master.

Suddenly everything became clear.

This is a conspiracy.

The number two figure is going to be executed. If the rebels don't come to the rescue, not only will they suffer heavy losses, but they will also lose their hearts.

But if he comes to rescue, there must have been a dragnet laid around him.

The rebels came only to die in vain.

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

As the rebels were being escorted, there was a sound of cursing all around.

All the Tantric followers looked at them, gritted their teeth, and picked up everything they could to throw at them.

The believers gnashed their teeth and denounced their betrayal of Tantric Buddhism and their disloyalty to the burial master and Sangjia Temple.

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

On both sides of the square, execution racks had long been erected with huge trees.

They were tied high and stood in the square like flags. This was a display to let people see the consequences of resisting the chieftain and Sangjia Temple.

A great lama from Sangjia Monastery came over and shouted angrily at 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 burial masters and Chiba, and stigmatizing the chieftains who work hard to defend our rights. ”

"It is precisely because of the existence of these people that our lives are so difficult today."

"Only by wiping out the resistance will the Snowy Plateau usher in true peace and happiness!"

Amplification equipment carries these words to everyone's ears.

At the same time, the copper qin and the magical instruments played solemn music, giving people a feeling of majesty and prison, which stirred people's minds and made them kneel down instinctively.

Sure enough, influenced by the great lama, the curse outside the stadium became even louder.

They threw the things in their hands from a distance and hit the rebels hanging on the execution rack.

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

They tried to roar back, but their voices were too quiet and drifted away in the wind, so no one could hear them.

Next, another series of complicated processes are completed.

Under everyone's expectations, the burial 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 genial, reflecting on the faces of every believer, making them look intoxicated.

Many believers were even moved to tears and cried loudly.

"Burial Master! Burial Master!"

"Great Burial Master! Protect your people! Drive away the cold and enrich our land so that we can live happily!"

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The golden light shot straight into the sky and even dispersed the dark clouds in the sky, causing the heavy snow to stop abruptly.

The believers became even more excited, kneeling on the ground and kowtowing desperately, shouting the name of the burial master.

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

How can such a miracle make people unmoved?

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 very powerful, 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 blast away the clouds."

He had no interest in so-called miracles.

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

The method used by the burial master is indeed very suitable for being a magic stick, and it is quite good to use it to scare people.

The lamas played louder.

The burial host appeared slowly in the square wearing a bright red cassock and a miter on his head.

His whole body was shrouded in soft golden light, making him look like a god. Tens of thousands of church members in front of him shouted his name like a roaring tsunami.

Even Paji Gesang and others were prostrate on the ground, not even daring to raise their heads and look directly at his face.

"That's the power of religion."

Zhang Yi said secretly in his heart.

These people have lived on the snow-covered plateau for decades and have been influenced subtly. Now, all they need to do is show some miracles from the burial master to make them bow obediently.

Zhang Yi looked at the burial master, who was dressed in golden light and looked like a Buddha, and then looked at the huge bronze instruments made of human skin and human bones that kept making noises, and a smile with unclear meaning appeared on the corner of his mouth.

It turns out that the so-called religion is nothing more than that.