Apocalypse: I watch a survival game in a safe house

"Ge Sang, why are you bringing this up?"

He was a man in his seventies and could have lived to the end of his life before handing over the baton.

But when he was about to be buried, he was forced to abdicate, which was the sorrow he was most reluctant to mention.

Paji Gesang continued, "What ability does Deji have? He knows nothing about Buddhism and is nothing more than a Buddhist thief. He took advantage of the fact that his family was the funeral director and robbed people. The fact that the Tripa of Sangjia Monastery let him do this is a disgrace to our Tantric Buddhism that has lasted for thousands of years!"

Wangbo Sangji was very satisfied with what Paji Gesang said.

He said calmly, "It's a done deal. He has the support of the Burial Master. Who can do anything about it?"

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

But Paji Gesang said to him, "The reason he was able to become Tripa is because he is the head of the funeral master's family. Without the funeral master's support, he is nothing to be feared."

Wang Bosangji glanced at him and said coldly: "Speak to the point."

Paji Gesang chuckled and said, "Wangpo Tripa, the funeral master and you often discussed Buddhism. The relationship between the two was like that of a teacher and a student."

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

"Me? Haha, I don't have any powerful private soldiers at my disposal."

Wang Bosangji sneered.

Paji Gesang said, "But as long as you have the support of the Undertaker, you can defeat thousands of troops!"

"Why?"

Wang Bosangji asked back.

Pajigesang straightened up and clapped his hands vigorously.

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

She is charming and attractive, with an enchanting figure, and a single glance from her can make countless men lose their souls.

"I hope you can help me show my respect to the funeral master."

Paji Gesang massaged his thigh and said, "I remember there's a practice in Buddhist practice called the contemplation of beauty."

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

"The Burial Master is a person who has attained great enlightenment. As his half-master, isn't it reasonable for you to help him cultivate?"

Beauty view, beauty pass.

Pajigesang's words are double entendre and profound in meaning.

Wang Bosangji looked up at the woman. He hadn't seen such a beautiful woman in many years.

It’s not her appearance, but the charm between her eyebrows and eyes. One glance can make people fall in love with her.

A woman like this is simply not found in the snowy plateau today. This is the top-notch skinny horse born in the most nourishing place in the Jiangnan water town.

She doesn't know anything else, she only knows one thing, which is how to win a man's heart.

Wang Bosangji lowered his eyes and couldn't help but think of a past event.

When Zangzhu Jueguo first went into seclusion for practice, he was sealed in a small room, leaving only a small hole to deliver food and scriptures to him.

In that secret room of less than ten square meters, he practiced hard for three years.

Three years later, Wang Bo Sangji brought people and smashed the wall with a sledgehammer to ask him to come out.

But everyone believed that the Burial Master's practice was successful, so they held a celebration to celebrate.

As a result, during the funeral ceremony, the host stared blankly at a young mother who was breastfeeding her child.

From that time on, Wang Bo Sangji knew that the undertaker's earthly roots had not yet been severed.

He left his mother at the age of eight and lived as an ascetic monk for more than ten years. Although he looked to be in his twenties, he was actually as innocent as a child.

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

But what will happen if he is released?

Wang Bosangji sighed deeply, feeling extremely conflicted.

He couldn't bear to destroy the practice of a charnel ground master with his own hands, and even felt that this behavior was a serious sin.

but……

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