Apocalypse: I watch a survival game in a safe house

A wide and straight road separated the crowd and led directly to Sangjia Temple.

Their convoy was forced to stop outside and had to walk into the temple out of respect.

Zhang Yi and the others got off the car. Everyone was wrapped tightly in winter clothes, so they didn't feel cold.

After walking for a long time, they finally arrived at the most sacred temple on the snowy plateau.

Outside the Sangjia Temple, a circle of monks sat cross-legged. They all came from small temples outside and were not qualified to enter to participate in the Dharma Assembly.

Zhang Yi said to Liang Yue and the others calmly, "Pay attention to your surroundings. If any aliens from outside the domain come here, I believe they will show up as well."

After the Chuan Zhao Dharma Assembly is over, several major forces will head to the Great Snow Mountain.

Therefore, this event is extremely crucial, and those mysterious Ipsilons will probably not miss it.

Upon hearing this, everyone began to carefully watch the people around them.

After following Paji Gesang into the temple, the scene inside was indeed magnificent and glorious.

The inside and outside of the temple are two completely different worlds.

Every beam and pillar here is filled with a sacred and ancient atmosphere, but this atmosphere requires a lot of time and money to create.

Paji Gesang reminded Zhang Yi, "Dharma Assembly is underway, and as usual, monks from all temples will gather together to discuss the Dharma. This process is rather long and tedious, and will take at least half a day. Please be patient and wait."

Zhang Yi nodded: "No problem."

The Chuan Zhao Dharma Assembly usually lasts three to five days, after all, people from the entire snowy plateau come to worship.

Paji Gesang left first. As a local chieftain, he had to pay a visit to the funeral host, and there were also many other rituals to perform.

He knew that Zhang Yi hated trouble, so he asked several of his men to take Zhang Yi on a tour around the area.

He just told Zhang Yi not to go too far and not to enter the Buddhist temple easily to avoid any conflict.

Zhang Yi nodded.

It happened to be a lively place at that time, as people came from all directions. Monks from all over gathered together and began to discuss the so-called Buddhism.

Zhang Yi and the others came over to watch the fun.

The debate method of Tantric Buddhism is very interesting, similar to the form of a boxing match.

The champion sits in the front, waiting for other monks to come and challenge him. If he fails in the debate, he can only run away in shame.

Those who debate the Dharma often ask questions while clapping their hands.

When Zhang Yi saw this scene, he felt that it was just like a quarrel between old ladies in the countryside. Because the tone was not strong enough, she had to accompany it with violent actions to appear more reasonable.

Although the process is boring, fortunately the content of the debate is different.

Zhang Yi and a few others wandered around and watched many debates, which was just like watching the neighbor aunties quarreling.

With Zhou Keer, Liang Yue and others by my side, I don’t feel bored.

Yang Siya took out some roasted melon seeds from her pocket and distributed them to everyone. Everyone ate the seeds while watching the show.

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

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

One is the Undertaker and the other is the Snow Mountain Eagle.

But there were still two people he couldn't confirm who they were or where they came from.

However, in the morning, several chieftains went to attend the ceremony, and the venue was so large that it was packed with people everywhere.

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

I just spent the whole morning relaxing.

Around noon, a monk came out pushing a cart with many thermoses on it.

Many of the believers who were kneeling and praying devoutly outside the Sangga Monastery collapsed due to exhaustion caused by the cold weather.

The monk came to the middle of the believers, opened the thermos, and scooped out bowl after bowl of thick soup.

It's black and I don't know what it's made of.