I saw that it was a trumpet wearing a monk's robe in the Western Regions, half naked on his shoulders, and a red felt hat. His face was filled with the authority and contempt of the superiors.

I am rich and I don’t know how much fat I eat to grow like this.

Zhou Jian was shocked, and the trumpet wearing a red felt hat seemed to be a host-level figure in the Western Regions.

He quickly whispered to Loulan: "Don't forget your and my bet. If you dare to play tricks, I have ten thousand ways to make you pay."

A trace of hesitation and struggle flashed through Loulan's big eyes. She just wanted to shout now that the entire Qiangruo Temple and even the entire Oasis would come to capture Zhou Jian.

But she knew she couldn't escape, and she witnessed the terror of the Qingtian Guard with her own eyes.

Just as she was struggling, the trumpet walked over from the temple gate, with two trumpets following behind him. He looked unhappy: "Hmph, haven't you heard the host talking to you?"

"Kneel down for me!" He shouted with a bad look, looking at Zhou Jian and others with scrutiny.

At this moment, Master Ku, Yang Wei and others frowned tightly and secretly squeezed into a cold sweat. If the identity of the Han people was exposed, then the problem would be huge.

Here we are using money to exchange for the heads of Han people!

At the critical moment, Loulan finally came out and performed a Buddhist ceremony: "See the host, I am a believer under the seat of the Great Monk Huba. This is an important thing for him to do."

She was willing to say this, of course not to help Zhou Jian, but to protect herself and get out of here.

Upon hearing this, the faces of the trumpets changed significantly, as if this Huba monk had a great background.

The rich host reached out to take the amulet in Loulan's hand, looked it carefully, and then returned it carefully, as if he was afraid of Hu Ba. His movements and expressions were also taken in full view by Zhou Jian, who had observed carefully.

He had a better attitude and gave a compassionate Buddha name: "It turns out to be a believer of the Holy Monk Huba."

Immediately afterwards, he glanced at him and questioned: "What about them?"

"This host looks very handsome. Are they all believers of the great monk Huba?"

His eyes were very terrifying, and he almost directly locked in Zhou Jian. As soon as Zhou Jian spoke, he would not speak Western dialect or not, and his accent would be revealed.

Seeing that the situation was wrong, Loulan's eyes flashed and immediately wanted to lean forward.

But a hand suddenly rested on her shoulder. It was Zhou Jian. His hands were like iron pliers, as if telling Loulan that you can't run away!

A hint of annoyance flashed through Loulan's big eyes.

Immediately afterwards, he walked straight to the front.

"Host, Amitabha!" Zhou Jian actually spoke directly in Zhongyuan's words, and his expression was extremely calm, neither humble nor arrogant.

At that moment, Master Ku, Yang Wei and others were shocked, and even Loulan was shocked. He revealed his identity in Qiangruo Temple. Isn’t this asking for death?

Sure enough, the faces of the trumpets on the opposite side changed drastically, and the host's compassionate eyes immediately flashed with a gloomy look, and he shouted softly: "Are you from the Central Plains?!"

For a moment, the eyes of many people at the entrance of the temple looked over, with bad intentions.

"Come on, there are Han people here!" With a loud shout, a group of loudspeakers rushed over, and the form took a sharp turn, making Master Ku and others ready for battle.

Facing the fierce and hostile Western Regions Laba, Zhou Jian was calm in the face of danger and his mind was running quickly. Finally, his eyes lit up and he decided to use the trick!

He quickly and coldly scolded: "What do you want to do?"
Chapter completed!