Zhou Jian looked straight at him, and his kind voice felt lazy: "Very good, those who know the times are heroes!"

"Tell me, what are the benefits of the three Buddha sects trying to win over you?" He was very straightforward and was not afraid of revealing his identity. From the beginning of entering here, Prince Nurha would not be able to escape.

"I, I don't know, I really don't know this. I only know it's related to the events after the Nile River Baptism. They won't tell us such things!" Nurha gritted his teeth, very anxious.

"Are you sure?" Zhou Jian narrowed his eyes.

"Really!" He was about to cry.

Yang Wei and Guanyin maid looked at each other, and the man seemed not to be lying.

Under the light, Zhou Jian was silent for a moment, and then changed to another question: "Is the Hinayana Holy Sect very incompatible with the other two Buddhist sects?"

His eyes were bright, and this matter was very important, because there was a saying that a powerful fortress must have been defeated from within!

Prince Nurha immediately said: "Yes!"

"The three major Buddhist sects have a competitive relationship, and the conflict of interests among the various territories has long been a bit stiff. However, due to the existence of Dunhuang, they cannot break up, but it is okay to fight privately."

"This time, Mount Mani and Tibetan Buddha join forces to deal with the Hinayana Holy Sect."

Zhou Jian's eyes lit up when he heard this. The news was undoubtedly good news for him. He suddenly remembered something: "What is the female monk you sent out earlier, Wuyang? What is the origin?"

"She, she is the helmsman of the Hinayana Holy Sect, and is a cruel and ruthless woman." Nurha felt a sense of fear of talking when he spoke.

Zhou Jian also saw this in a hurry earlier. The woman was so majestic that she had a bad temper. Such a woman had a bad temper, let alone a giant in the Western Regions.

"I told you everything, let your people let me go!" Prince Nurha swallowed a sip of water hard, his forehead full of fine sweat.

"Yes." Zhou Jian nodded and agreed, smiling: "But you may have to ask Your Highness the Prince to help me with a little favor."

Prince Nurha, also known as Tuli, trembled inexplicably at this moment, his back became cold and he felt a little uneasy: "What's the busy thing?"

"Can't you go to the Zen Yin Conference? Take me in tomorrow and see the world, how about?" Zhou Jian raised his eyebrows, but his tone was not a negotiating tone at all.

Prince Nurha was in tears and was in a dilemma: "What are you doing?"

"Why don't you talk so much nonsense? I want to die, right?" Zhou Jian emphasized.

"No, no, okay, I will do as I will do, I will do as I will, let me go first!" Prince Nurha said hurriedly.

"Let you go, yes, but for your own good, I'm fine. Your Highness, I'll be wronged. Just take this poison." Zhou Jian winked, and Master Ku quickly handed out a brown pill.

Prince Nurha shook his whole body when he heard this. After taking the poison, he really became a puppet. He was about to resist, but the next second he looked up and saw Zhou Jian's eyes trembling!

His face was anxious and he struggled, but in the end, he was forced to swallow the poison.

He scolded his subordinates ten thousand times in his heart, and his ancestors had finished greetings, thinking that if this prince is dead, they may not even find out!

Afterwards, Zhou Jian didn't go anywhere and lived directly in Linlang Dharma Hall.
Chapter completed!