"You are so harsh. We have just done what we should do, chanting scriptures and meditating, praying for the Western Regions, and praying for the people of the Western Regions. As long as the Western Regions can be well-off, it will be worth anything we do."

Hearing this, Zhou Jian and the other two were about to vomit. What the old bald donkey said was even better than the ones they sang!

There is another echo and flattery below.

Then there was a series of polite words, followed the process, burning incense and crowing the cicada. This delay lasted for an hour, and the idle Yang Wei was even dozing off.

Zhou Jian sat there. He knew that the matter was behind, so he kept standing like a bell.

Finally, my legs were numb, and finally, I got to the point!

The monk Huba, who was smiling like a tiger, glanced at Wuyang and exchanged another look with Lu Zhen.

Then he cleared his throat, showed a kind smile, and said to the bottom: "Everyone, all the oasis, water sources, territory, population, and slaves in all walks of life in the Western Regions have been unevenly distributed, causing many local conflicts, countless casualties, which made me shaken and extremely compassionate."

"In order to avoid death and internal friction, we followed the Dunhuang Buddhist order and specially held a Zen voice conference before the Nile Festival to redistribute territory, population, etc.."

As soon as these words came out, the entire square was terrifying, and then there was an uproar!

Reassignment?

The top leaders of many tribes are whispering and talking, some are happy and some are sad.

Although they both surrendered to the Buddhist sect, they belonged to different Buddhist sects. At this moment, many people looked closely at the platform, and saw that the monk Huba and the monk Lu Zhen were all covered in red light.

Only the Wuyang female monk's face was not very good-looking, and she was even a little cold and said nothing, but she did not object from beginning to end!

Obviously, this is indeed what Dunhuang means, and no one can violate it!

"Monkey Huba, how to redistribute it?" Some Hu people shouted, and everyone looked over. After all, this was related to the interests of every tribe, and they had no idea in advance.

Zhou Jian in the crowd frowned slightly. He always felt that these so-called distributions were vaguely related to the disappearing supplies.

"It's very simple. The Dunhuang Buddhist Sect has always adhered to fairness and justice, and never forced others to do anything. Now, all tribes can burn incense again. After the baptism ceremony, everything will be clear!" The great monk Huba was meaningful.

"That's right!" Lu Zhen walked out to support her with a magic weapon.

Suddenly, there was a vibration below, so Isn’t this meant to be on your own side?

"What does it mean to burn incense again?" Zhou Jian narrowed his eyes and looked at Prince Nurha Tuli beside him.

He explained: "The incense of the Buddha Sect is the subordinate of the Buddha Sect. He pays a large amount of gold and silver every year and has to wait for the order."

"Moni Mountain and Tibetan Buddha Territory are the largest. Although the Hinayana Holy Sect is large, it has the smallest territory and has not been favored by Dunhuang in the past six months, so... this is almost the two companies that divide three companies."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Jian raised his eyebrows. It turned out that this was the case. No wonder he wanted to write a letter of refuge to the monk Huba.

His eyes couldn't help but look at the Wuyang female monk on the high platform. It was obvious that she was unhappy.
Chapter completed!