I saw that it was a trumpet wearing a monk's robe from the Western Regions, with half of his shoulders bare, and a red felt hat on his head. His face was filled with the authority and contempt of a superior.

He looks so rich, but I don’t know how much fat he has eaten to look like this.

Zhou Jian, who was wearing a red felt hat and a loudspeaker, seemed to be a host-level figure here in the Western Regions.

He quickly warned Lou Lan in a low voice: "Don't forget the bet between you and me. If you dare to play tricks, I will make you pay the price in ten thousand ways."

A trace of hesitation and struggle flashed through Loulan's big eyes. If she shouted now, the entire Qiangruo Temple and even the entire oasis would come to arrest Zhou Jian.

But she knew she couldn't run away. She had witnessed the terror of the Qingtian Guard with her own eyes.

Just as she was struggling, the loudspeaker came over from the temple gate, followed by two small loudspeakers. He looked unhappy: "Humph, didn't you hear the host talking to you?"

"Kneel down, poor monk!" He shouted, his eyes were very unkind, and he looked at Zhou Jian and others with scrutiny.

At this moment, Master Ku, Yang Wei and others frowned and secretly broke into a cold sweat. If the identity of the Han people was exposed, then the problem would be huge.

Here we are exchanging money for Han people’s heads!

At the critical moment, Lou Lan finally walked out and made a Buddhist ceremony: "See the host, I am a disciple of Monk Huba, and this act is for him to do an important thing."

Of course she was willing to say this not to help Zhou Jian, but to protect herself and get away.

Hearing this, the expressions of the loudspeakers changed obviously, as if this Monk Huba had a great background.

The rich host reached out and took the Buddha amulet in Lou Lan's hand, looked at it carefully, and then returned it carefully, as if he was afraid of Huba. This action and expression were also caught by Zhou Jian, who was observing carefully.

His attitude became a little better, and he gave a compassionate Buddhist name: "It turns out that he is a follower of the holy monk Huba."

Then, his eyes glanced slightly questioningly: "What about them?"

"This host looks very unfamiliar. Are they all followers of Monk Huba?"

His eyes were very evil, almost locked directly on Zhou Jian. As soon as Zhou Jian opened his mouth, let alone whether he could speak the Western dialect, the accent alone would give away the secret.

Lou Lan saw that something was wrong, his eyes flickered, and he immediately wanted to move forward.

But a hand suddenly rested on her shoulder. It was Zhou Jian. His hand was like an iron pincer, seeming to tell Lou Lan that you can't run away!

Loulan's big eyes flashed with a trace of annoyance.

Then, he walked directly to the front.

"President, Amitabha!" Zhou Jian actually spoke directly in the Central Plains dialect, and his expression was extremely calm, neither humble nor overbearing.

At that moment, the eyes of Master Ku, Yang Wei and others were so shocked that they were numb. Even Lou Lan was stunned. He blew himself up in Qiangruo Temple. Wasn't this looking for death?

As expected, the expressions of the speakers opposite changed drastically, and the host's compassionate eyes immediately flashed with a hint of gloom, and he shouted: "Are you from the Central Plains?!"

For a moment, many people at the temple gate looked over with unkind eyes.

"Come on, there are Han people here!" With a shout, a group of loudspeakers rushed over, and the situation suddenly took a turn for the worse, making Master Ku and others ready for battle.

Facing the menacing and extremely hostile Western Region Speaker, Zhou Jian remained calm in the face of danger, his mind was racing, and finally his eyes lit up, and he decided to take advantage of the situation!

Quickly and coldly scolded: "What do you want to do?"
Chapter completed!