All the people from the Nuerha tribe were given respectfully, respectfully!

"Who is that?" Yang Wei and others exclaimed, looking at the sedan chair not far away with their eyes: "It's actually from the golden top, this level is a bit high!"

"The old Cang Ji who died in Qiangruo Temple is not qualified to do this!"

Zhou Jian was also a little surprised. There were not a hundred tribes nearby, and there were eighty. Why did the great figures of the Buddhist sect come here? According to the level, it should be Nuerha's people to visit them.

"kindness?!"

Suddenly, Zhou Jian's eyes were slightly shocked. The golden sedan chair was blown up by the wind for a moment. He saw that there was a solemn and solemn female monk sitting there. His eyebrows were not angry and his side face was very beautiful!

But there were a little wrinkles at the corners of his eyes. He should be around thirty or forty years old, but he had a charm that had been accumulated over the years. He was similar to the "Master Master", but he was just a female monk wearing a plain red cassock, which attracted attention!

In just a moment, just a glance, Zhou Jian was slightly amazed.

"He is a great figure in the Hinayana Holy School!"

"Female?" Yang Wei was surprised and opened his small eyes wide to see clearly, but the golden-topped sedan chair had already walked away.

"Your Majesty, aren't you very ugly? Like a monster, the woman ran to be a monk, tsk." He looked contempt and chilled.

Zhou Jian opened his mouth, wanted to speak but stopped, thinking that this was really not ugly, and it was even a little...

"Ahem, don't worry about it for now, take down Prince Nurha." He focused his eyes and turned his eyes back to Linlang Dharma Hall, which is an existence full of exotic aura, similar to the Central Plains Palace.

"Yes!" Everyone responded, leaving behind the sedan chair and the monk.

At this moment, the night was officially shrouded, everything was dark, only the faint moonlight fell.

Although there are many people patrolling the Linlang Dharma Hall, after all, it is at the core of the Nile River. All Buddhist monks have arrived. How could they think of anyone who dares to do anything here?

So, Zhou Jian and others rushed into the Dharma Hall without much effort, which was magnificent and solemn.

Coincidentally, as soon as I flipped in, I ran into the top leaders of the Nurha tribe. I had just finished sending people and gathered in the corridor to talk.

They were all big and round, fat and strong, with braids, and full of beards, and looked very tough. Only one person was wearing a white tiger-skin robe, and had carefully taken care of both his hair and beard. He was about thirty years old, exuding a foreign aristocratic aura.

Zhou Jian quickly took his people behind the tree and covered his body with the night light.

The two sides are only less than ten meters apart!

"Prince Nur, what should I do now?"

"Who should we choose tomorrow's Zen Yin Conference? The female monk in Wuyang was obviously knocking!" Everyone's faces were solemn.

Prince Nur is a man wearing a white tiger-skin robe. His thick eyebrows sank at this moment and said coldly: "Hmph, everyone who surrenders is surrender. The monk Huba and the monk Zhenyang Zang have promised us more territory."

"Our sidelines seem to affect the future division of interests. What are you afraid of? I'll be on the sidelines of Moni Mountain tomorrow!"

Upon hearing this, his subordinates looked uneasy, but then they thought of Mount Mani and the backers of the Tibetan Buddha, so they were no longer afraid of anything.

Immediately afterwards, the group slowly left.

The faces of the people hiding in the shadows all changed slightly to varying degrees: "The three Buddha schools are not the same as one?"
Chapter completed!