"What I am curious about is what they mean by the division of interests? Could it be that batch of baggage?" He showed suspicion and made an extremely bold assumption!

Guanyin Bi, Master Ku and others were shocked!

"Your Majesty, it's possible!" Yang Wei whispered in a low voice, his eyes flashing. After all, there are not many things that can cause the interests of the three Buddha sects to divide.

The massive baggage of 200,000 troops is definitely counted! This is like everything is the people and things of the Dunhuang Buddhist Sect, but the following are the factions and groups.

This has been the case in dynasties throughout history!

The Dunhuang Buddhist Sect is a disguised royal family with various sects under it.

"Let's go, follow!" Zhou Jian's eyes were sharp, and he immediately took a step forward, as strong as a raccoon cat, flashing away.

Four people walked with them, while the other Qingtian Guards were responsible for control and alerting.

Following along the way, the Prince Nuerha dismissed his subordinates and went to the house deep in the Dharma Hall alone. The room was lighted with faint lights, as if it was about to rest.

I saw that he tied the doors and windows together, took out his pen and ink very carefully, and then wrote quickly on the table, as if he was writing a secret letter.

After a while, he finished writing and was about to put the envelope in. Suddenly, his ears moved, his face changed drastically, he turned around and shouted: "Who?!"

"It's good to be vigilant." Zhou Jian praised, and slowly walked out from one side, swaying, with no intention of hiding. He followed Yang Wei and Guanyin maid, dressed in black, suddenly came late at night. He was a fool who knew something was wrong.

Prince Nurha realized that something was wrong and wanted to shout.

But the next second, a black shadow flashed away, and Master Ku appeared, almost to the extreme, and a dagger leaned against his neck.

"You'd better be quiet, otherwise I can guarantee that before your people come again, you will die, not die again." Zhou Jian said lightly, giving people a sense of pressure.

Prince Nurha was furious, his forehead was bulging with blue veins, and no one dared to threaten him like this. He raised his head and gritted his teeth and whispered: "Who are you?!"

"You don't need to know, as long as you cooperate, it's okay." Zhou Jian said calmly, stepped forward and snatched the letter from his hand.

Prince Nurha's face changed drastically and he was about to snatch it back, but his neck felt slightly tingling, which made him know that the dagger was not a joke.

So he could only stare blankly and said uneasy: "Are you a believer of the Hinayana Holy Sect?"

Zhou Jian raised his eyebrows slightly, ignored him, but looked at the secret letter under the lights.

I saw it read: "Dear Huba monk, Tuli, on behalf of the Nuerha tribe, expressed his highest respect to you. Our clan agreed to surrender to Mount Mani and support you at tomorrow's Zen Yin Conference. He will no longer pay tribute to the Hinayana Holy Sect. I hope the monk can protect us!"

Yang Wei and Guanyin maid who were beside him all raised their eyebrows when they saw the content in their hearts. What a good guy, he even had an internal fight.

"No, no, you are not from the Hinayana Holy Sect, who are you?" At this time, Prince Nurha also reacted with an angry look on his face.

"Interesting, can you still ask questions?" A trace of contempt and sneer flashed across Zhou Jian's mouth.

Master Ku understood, and the dagger became a little deeper, cutting the skin directly. The strong stinging sensation made Prince Nurha tremble, and a look of fear appeared in his eyes: "No, don't!"

"Don't mess around, I'll give it to you whatever you want!"
Chapter completed!