Immediately afterwards, two men and one woman walked down from three golden sedan chairs like stars, and the front was from Mount Mani. It was Huba, who wore a cassock, golden beads, pestle artifacts, and had long gray eyebrows. There was always a little smile on his face, giving people a kind and amiable feeling.

But in fact, few people know his true face.

Following closely behind was Lu Zhen, the great monk of Tibetan Buddhism. This man looked like a tidy man, thin and very old, wearing a cassock like a sacred dress.

But the sharpness deep in the eyes is not to be underestimated.

The last one to appear was Wuyang, a female monk from the Hinayana Holy Sect. She was a woman, who looked about forty years old. Whether it was dressing or hair accessories, they were very different from the first two.

A long golden robe with scriptures is covered with solemnity and dignity. A pair of eyebrows are placed on the temples, which are extremely oppressive. The three-dimensional facial features and sharp side face are not only beautiful and charming, but also majestic.

Her jewelry is all made of gold, complex and classical beauty, but not at all vulgar, but gives people a sense of dignity.

But the eyes are too sharp. Such women hold power in their hands and generally have a bad temper and are difficult to control.

Just one glance, Zhou Jian was more vigilant against these three masters of the Buddhist sects of the Western Regions, and none of them were easy-to-efficient!

Yang Wei was in the crowd, his little eyes were shining, and he suddenly said wildly: "Hehe, Your Majesty, look at that old woman who looks so pretty, why don't we find a way to carry her back to the capital to give birth to a prince?"

Hearing this, Master Ku's mouth twitched hard, Prince Nurha trembled, his legs trembled, and he almost choked to death in one breath!

He even thought it was dangerous to listen.

The female monks in Wuyang dare to fight, and even have the idea of ​​"this" idea. Isn't this the old birthday boy eating arsenic and thinking that he has long life?

Zhou Jian's forehead was covered with black lines, and he looked at Yang Wei. The unscrupulous Taoist priest's eyes were still serious...

"Shut up!" He said angrily. He is not a lewd demon, so he wants to see a woman!

After cursing, his eyes kept scanning the high platform above and searching for the traces of Loulan.

But there are too many people, and although Loulan is the second guardian and a believer, he is not a member of the Buddhist sect, so he may not show up on such occasions.

However, she should be safe.

Yang Wei was scolded but still didn't dismiss his attention. He thought to himself that if His Majesty got this woman, wouldn't this betrayal? The entire Hinayana Holy Sect would surrender.

At this time, three monks from the top of the pyramid stood in a row on the high hall, and the atmosphere in the entire Gilded Square suddenly became tense.

The monk Huba always smiled and took the lead in vowing a Buddha's name, which was extremely kind: "Amitabha, I am so grateful to you for being able to attend the Zen Music Conference!"

Suddenly, the Hu people who were holding power below immediately laughed and bent down quickly, not daring to be arrogant at all.

"The holy monk is so serious!"

"The Three Buddhas Sects protect our people in the Western Regions, and we are here to make an appointment from now on!"

"That's right, without all the great monks, there would be no us!" The flattering voices were endless. Many people were still big forces, holding tens of thousands of troops.

This made Zhou Jian look contemptuous. If it were him, he would have rolled up his sleeves and fucked them. How could a seven-foot man be enslaved and educated by a group of bald donkeys?
Chapter completed!