Zhou Jian had a plan in his mind in just a moment, and a sharp look flashed through his eyes.

He slapped the table with a palm and swayed: "Hmph! Since he wants to fish and act like a fishing person, let's take a real rescue and use the trick!"

"Yang Wei, no matter what method you use, before tonight, find a way to get out and contact Guan Shan."

"Tell him that tonight, the troops will be divided into two groups..."

“…”

He arranged the plan, saying it was not long or short. Everyone was so focused that they listened, and finally everyone's eyes lit up: "Yes!"

Only Yang Wei showed a bitter look. At this critical moment, it was so difficult to get out. Isn’t this going to cost him his life?

But Zhou Jian believes that this guy has many tricks and is unfathomable and can definitely complete the task.

In the afternoon, in a magnificent and golden Zen room, it was very large, far exceeding the size of other Zen rooms. The ornaments visible to the naked eye were all gilded. This is like Qiangruo Temple, what should be Mani Mountain? What should be the Dunhuang Buddha Sect?

After the host Kurachi came back, his face was always ugly.

"Have you chased me?" His face turned cold and he no longer concealed his compassion. He had no monk's compassion at all, but instead seemed like a conspirator.

"Return to the host, no, the six women seemed to have disappeared, without corpses, tens of thousands of believers were mobilized in the desert, and no clues were found." A trumpet said with an ugly face.

"Hmph!" Kurachi snorted coldly, brushing away the fragrance on the table with his sleeve. The incense burner fell, and with a bang, many trumpets were trembling and dared not speak.

"Can six women with no power to tie a chicken escape this vast desert?!"

"No one helps me, even if I die, I don't believe that they have this ability! Zhou Jian must have problems, there must be!" He angrily rebuked, blushing, and arrogance appeared on his rich face.

"In this land, no one can ever provoke the majesty of my Buddhist sect. Qiangruo Temple has become a joke. I must make the murderer pay the price!" He roared and clenched his fists, making a crackling sound.

A thin trumpet came forward, fearless and dark, and said with a dark look: "Host, is it him? You will know if it's him just a try tonight."

"If he was fake, it would be impossible to sit idly by the more than a thousand Han women!"

"That's right!" Many speakers agreed.

Kuraki Yoshi took a breath to suppress his anger, looked outside, and shouted: "Send the Buddha's order hosted by Ben, summoned the scimitars, blocked the desert, gathered some believers in the oasis, secretly entered the temple, and when it was dark, he used a carriage to cover it, pretending to be those women!"

"As long as this guy dares to move, I will want him to die without a burial place!"

"yes!!"

The golden Buddha statue that is compassionate to the heavens and the hideous faces of the monks like Kurakihito, is in sharp contrast. The so-called Western Buddhist sect saves all living beings is like a joke.

In this way, after a brief confrontation in the early morning, the entire Qiangruo Temple fell into a strange silence and undercurrent.

Both sides waited for darkness, and time seemed to be very long.

During this period, Loulan took the initiative to find Zhou Jian for the first time.

"Can you talk?" she said stiffly, her situation seemed a little embarrassed, especially since what she saw and heard last night, her belief in the Buddhist sect in the Western Regions has been somewhat shaken.

The Guanyin maid who was pounding Zhou Jian's legs changed slightly, and she actually spoke on her own initiative?

Zhou Jian raised his eyebrows: "Tell me directly."

Loulan was silent, didn't speak for a long time, and stood at the door of the Zen room without leaving.

Seeing this, Guanyin maid immediately said sensiblely: "Your Majesty, I'll pour you some tea."
Chapter completed!