Home / Ice Age Apocalypse: I Hoard Billions of Supplies / Chapter 1317: Another Encounter with the Lord of the Charnel Ground / Page 1/2

Ice Age Apocalypse: I Hoard Billions of Supplies

Chapter 1317: Another Encounter with the Lord of the Charnel Ground (Page 1/2)

Previous ChapterPrev Contents Next ChapterNext

Zhang Yi had originally planned to use the Prayer Festival to try and locate those few Epsilon-level individuals he encountered that night.

Now, he could roughly confirm the identities of two of them.

One was the Lord of the Charnel Ground, the other was the Snow Mountain Divine Eagle.

But there were still two others he couldn’t confirm at all—who they were or where they came from.

However, in the morning, the several chieftains had all gone to attend the ceremony, and the venue was simply too vast, densely packed with people everywhere.

He couldn’t pick out who might be suspicious from such a massive crowd.

So, the entire morning passed in a rather relaxed manner.

As noon approached, monks came out pushing carts laden with many insulated containers.

And many of the devout believers kneeling outside Sangha Monastery, weakened by the extreme cold, had collapsed.

The monks moved among the believers, opening the insulated containers and ladling out bowl after bowl of thick, viscous soup porridge.

It was pitch black, and there was no telling what it was made of.

This was the midday meal distribution. Instantly, the entire square surrounding Sangha Monastery was filled with a strong smell of food.

Zhang Yi also felt a bit hungry, so he called Zhou Ke’er and the others to the back to find a spot and eat first.

But soon, someone from the Pagyi Family came over, saying that Sangha Monastery had prepared meals for all distinguished guests.

Zhou Ke’er remarked, ”The food prepared by such large temples is usually handled by master chefs. It’s often very good.”

Zhang Yi, however, sneered coldly. ”Of course it’s handled by a master chef. I saw Luodan bring a pile of kitchenware today.”

Everyone instantly felt a chill run down their spines.

Zhang Yi told the Pagyi Family member to go back and report that he would manage his own meal and didn’t need to be called over to eat with them.

So, the group found a side hall. Zhang Yi retrieved food from his Dimensional Space—still steaming hot—and everyone feasted heartily.

Ad slot: Chapter read

Meanwhile, in a certain Buddha hall within Sangha Monastery where a banquet was being held.

Luodan, dressed in white, stood elegantly with his hands clasped before him, bowing as he introduced today’s dishes to the esteemed high-ranking guests seated at the feast.

”Respected Khenpo, esteemed chieftains, and venerable monks. What I have prepared for you today is the most delicious roasted suckling lamb.”

His large hand gestured towards the dining table, which was piled high with food, almost overflowing.

In the center were two large silver platters holding piles of meat—crispy and browned on the outside, tender and snowy white inside.

An intensely rich, almost bewitchingly strange aroma had long since permeated the entire room.

”The selected meat comes from lambs under a hundred days old, born from ewes we have meticulously raised.”

”Such meat is extremely tender and flavorful, carrying a milky fragrance, and melts in your mouth.”

Those seated at the feast could hardly contain themselves any longer.

The sounds of throats bobbing and swallowing saliva rose and fell continuously. Everyone gripped their knives and forks tightly, their gazes fixed greedily upon the table full of delicacies.

As soon as Luodan finished speaking, they rushed forward, tearing meat from the platters and stuffing it into their mouths.

It was hard to imagine that these nobles of the Snowy Plateau Region, these so-called venerable monks, could display such an unsightly appearance.

They looked nothing like a group of people, more like a herd of domestic pigs scrambling for food.

Watching this scene, Luodan’s lips curved slightly upward. He gave a slight nod and then withdrew.

...

After finishing their meal, Zhang Yi and the others waited inside the monastery for the afternoon to arrive.

According to what Pagyi Gesang had told him, the formal activities of the Prayer Festival would begin in the afternoon—that was when the Lord of the Charnel Ground would personally preside.

Zhang Yi walked outside the hall. It was bitterly cold outside, while the interior had complete heating facilities.

The Buddha statues could never be allowed to get cold; otherwise, how could they sit on their cushions and chant scriptures with compassion for the world?

Heavy snow drifted from the sky. In the depths of winter, the snowfall was heavier than usual.

Page 1 / 2

Previous Page Support us Next Page

Previous ChapterPrev Contents Next ChapterNext