Apocalypse: I watch a survival game in a safe house

Soon after, dozens of bloody corpses were carried to the sky burial platform.

A lama pointed at the corpses and shouted to the believers: "Those demons who intended to oppose Tantric Buddhism have been executed!"

Being so far away, the believers didn’t know whether it was true or not, but since the lamas from Sangga Monastery said so, it must be true.

Even if they had doubts in their hearts, they didn't dare to speak out at this time.

It wasn't them who died, whether it was the rebels or other innocent people who died, it had nothing to do with them, they just came to watch the fun.

So soon, cheers were heard at the scene.

The square seemed chaotic, but in fact the rebels had not even reached the stands where the higher-ups were.

They also knew that if a real fight broke out, they would be no match for the Tusi and Sangjia Temple, so they just took advantage of the funeral master's absence to quickly rescue people and leave.

Zhang Yi looked at the rebels going away and smiled without saying a word.

However, he was thinking about what had happened to the Snow Mountain Eagle that led the Undertaker away.

That night, Zhang Yi clearly felt the strength of the Burial Master. He was able to fight against the three Ipsilons at the same time, but he was slightly at a disadvantage.

Although there was no life-and-death fight, his strength was definitely at the [Black Chariot] level of over 20000 points.

The Snow Mountain Eagle's strength is only 13000 at most.

With such a huge gap in strength, even if he was not killed instantly, he would definitely die once Zang Zhu had the killing intention.

"How dare he?"

Zhang Yi was extremely curious.

However, the person who can organize a resistance army must not be a fool, and he must have his own way to escape.

After a while, the Undertaker returned as a golden light.

His body was spotless and he still looked so majestic and dignified.

Deji was so angry at this time. When he saw the undertaker coming back, he hurried up to ask.

"Master Burial, did you execute that demon eagle?"

There was anger in his eyes. The Chuan Zhao Dharma Assembly was disrupted, causing him great loss of face.

Coupled with the real failure with the Pudge family a while ago, he urgently needs something to show his majesty.

There is no doubt that if the Undertaker killed the Snow Mountain Eagle, then the escape of a few rebels would be nothing.

The funeral director chanted a Buddhist mantra: "Amitabha, when will the cycle of revenge end? Killing is not the solution to problems, but the root cause of chaos. Tripa, do not have the thought of killing."

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone present immediately understood that the Undertaker did not kill the Snow Mountain Eagle.

A strange light flashed in Zhang Yi's eyes.

"Is this undertaker truly compassionate enough to refrain from killing?"

Otherwise, he couldn't imagine how the Snow Mountain Eagle could survive at his hands.

Chiba was so angry that he was speechless and pointed at him without caring about his image.

"You...with your strength, killing that rebel would be a piece of cake! If you leave him alone, who knows how many people will die because of him. Why can't you figure it out?"

The funeral director smiled faintly. "The Buddha taught the world to be enlightened by love. Even evil people can become Buddhas if they lay down their butcher knives. My great wish is to educate the world and let everyone learn to lay down their weapons."

Deji threw his sleeves in grief and anger.

The deceased started learning Buddhism at the age of 8 and has been living with the ancient Buddha and the green lamp for more than ten years.

This makes his heart pure and he is the best Buddhist, but it is difficult for such a person to become a sharp knife in his hand.

"Forget it, let's finish the Chuan Zhao Dharma Assembly first! So many believers are watching."

Deji had no choice but to control his temper. If he made a fuss here, it would only shake their image in the eyes of the believers.

Then the master of the funeral returned to the altar and sat upright.

His eyes were looking into the distant sky, as if there was an unruly eagle flying and circling there.

"Amitabha, Luozhuo, I hope that one day you will understand my painstaking efforts. Killing is not a means to bring peace."