"Do you want to talk about the demon clan?" Lu Wushen frowned softly.

The head of the Lu family nodded heavily, but he couldn't figure it out.

Aren’t the demons helping Han Sanqian? Why did they suddenly siege him?

"I heard that this group of people is basically monks, but who are they?"

The description obtained from the intelligence disciples is that these people are all led by various monks, and their disciples are wearing hats and are not respected.

This is very appropriate to ordinary monks, but the problem is that wherever these monks pass, there is almost hell on earth. Fortunately, the younger women are almost all humiliated and die in vain. Some are even no different from mummies.

"Ten thousand years ago, there was a temple called Motuo Temple. It was rumored that there was a demon king in the world in the temple. These monks did not know who they meant to build temples and recite scriptures on it to suppress the demon king."

"But I don't know what happened on the way. I heard that the monks in the temple suddenly became crazy one day and killed people when they saw them. Hundreds of monks in the temple killed each other for a moment. Blood flowed into a river in the temple. The once glorious Motuo Temple also went to a desolate and extremely deserted situation." Lu Wushen murmured.

"But my father, Motuo Temple was submerged in the earth in a desert storm ten thousand years ago. You wouldn't think that these monks are the monks who have been demons in Motuo Temple, right?" The head of the Lu family was slightly stunned.

If such a novel idea was not from his father's mouth, he would never have considered it.

"This is the only reasonable explanation." Lu Wushendao.

"Only the monks of Motuo Temple are the ones who truly practice the Golden Light and Right Buddhism. Only they are in line with the characteristics of the demon clan, but they are not the demon clan."

As soon as these words were spoken, almost everyone was speechless.

Motuo Temple seems to be truly in line with the description in the intelligence book brought back by the intelligence disciples on the top of the Blue Mountain.

Will the abandoned temples buried underground for thousands of years be reappeared in the world in a short time?

"But, what are these people trying to find Han Sanqian? If it were them, they would have been sleeping underground for thousands of years, and they should have no grudges with Han Sanqian." Lu Ruoxuan asked with a frown.

In fact, this is also the reason why Lu Wushen has never made any affirmation.

One person on earth who has only just come to the world of all directions, and the other person who has been sleeping for thousands of years, has nothing to do with each other on both sides. Not to mention hatred, they may not have any connection.

"Grandpa, why don't I send someone to the former site of Motuo Temple to check it out?" Lu Ruoxuan said.

Lu Wushen nodded.

"What should we do now with Han Sanqian? Should we go and save him?" Lu Ruoxin asked.

"No!" Lu Wushen waved his hand, hesitated for a moment, and said, "What are these people trying to find Han Sanqian? We still don't know what we are doing. If we take action rashly, we will only be in the dark. I am in the light, and we are extremely passive."

"At present, the Immortal Sea and the Medicine God Pavilion are already eyeing us, so you must not make any mistakes."

"Besides, Han Sanqian's name has now become prestigious in the world of the eight directions, but these people dare to face the challenge of Han Sanqian. I think they are not simple."

Lu Wushen's extremely worried words also made everyone present nod obediently.

Knowing that there is a tiger in the mountain, but going to the tiger mountain, these people are definitely not simple.

"Xin'er, how have you refined the Shackles of God?" Lu Wushen asked suddenly.

"The demonic energy is too deep, Xin'er is working hard."

"The Shackles of God are the most effective artifact to restrain the blood of the demon dragon in Han Sanqian's body. This will be of great help to our future control of Han Sanqian. You must do it as soon as possible." Lu Wushendao.

"yes!"

"In addition, are you sure the chips that threaten Han Sanqian in your hands are effective?"

"Confirm. But grandpa, don't you want to know what chips are in my hand?" Seeing Lu Wushen asking him and getting a positive answer, he stopped talking about anything else. Even Lu Ruoxin couldn't help but say strangely.

Lu Wushen smiled slightly: "I am naturally relieved to do things for my granddaughter. How could I ask more questions? Since you are sure that Han Sanqian has the handle, we cannot interfere clearly now, but we should not sit idly by. After all, he is our pawn."

Lu Ruoxin nodded, and felt a little relieved.

"Grandpa, then can I draw a group of experts from the Blue Mountain Pavilion and go with me, observe secretly, and help if necessary?"

"No, the masters of Lanshan Pavilion have always only worked for the patriarch. Ruoxin, although you are the daughter of the Lu family, you are not qualified to mobilize people there." An executive immediately spoke out and stopped him.

"You are right. I have already had the rules on the top of Blue Mountain, so how can I destroy it at will?"

"We firmly oppose this matter."

"Xin'er, you're becoming more and more presumptuous."

For these executives, the launch of experts from Lanshan Pavilion means a lot, and Lu Ruoxin just now made them dissatisfied, and now they stand up to oppose it one by one.

"For the sake of Han Sanqian, we won't say anything about it normally, but it's a joke to destroy the clan rules on the top of my Blue Mountain in this way. Why is Han Sanqian?"
Chapter completed!