"I'll go prepare the formation first, you take a rest." Sikong Qinglan said excitedly.

Relying on the power contained in the soul stone, every priest will have a certain strength after passing the baptism. This strength is of course related to his own qualifications. He and An Xiaxin and Chen Yuhe reached the realm of third-level spirit priests as soon as they passed the baptism. Most ordinary priests are only at the first level, such as Kang Zihe from Tianfeng City. Not many can reach the second level.

Although Mu Hanyan was born as a priestess of the gods, judging from the pain she showed when she was baptized just now, her physical condition was not very good. That was why An Xiaxin thought that she was only at the second or third level at most. Most other priests and people thought so too.

Sikong Qinglan knew Mu Hanyan's secret, so of course he would not look down on her like others did. Instead, he was full of expectations for her.

Sikong Qinglan moved the soul stone away, moved the altar below, and began to tinker with the formation in the hall.

The Huayu Temple is too poor to maintain and strengthen the formation like the Fengcheng Temple does. It only repairs it when it is needed.

Seeing no major issues with the formation, Sikong Qinglan carefully took out a few pieces of meteorite gold used for the formation and pondered for a while before placing them in the formation base. Seeing his cautious look, even Mu Hanyan felt sad for him. This is the true sadness of poverty.

When Mu Hanyan got the Hunyuan Stone, she also got a lot of almost scrapped meteorite gold stones. In her spare time, she asked Sikong Qinglan about the grade and price of the meteorite gold from the Continent of Gods. She knew that the meteorite gold he took out was not actually top-grade stuff. If it were on the Holy Court Continent, she probably wouldn't even look at it twice. If it weren't for the idea that even the smallest mosquito is meat, she would have thought it took up space even if someone gave it to her. But when it was in Sikong Qinglan's hands, it was like a treasure. She held it in her hands for fear of it falling, and held it in her mouth for fear of it melting.

Although it was just a simple repair of the formation, which did not require much effort, Sikong Qinglan was highly concentrated. After finishing the repair, he was still sweating profusely and sat down to rest for a while.

"I think Lord Priest Zuo doesn't seem to welcome me very much?" Mu Hanyan said.

In fact, what she said was quite polite. An Xiaxin not only did not welcome her, she even rejected her outright.

"You can't blame her for this. You've seen the situation in our Huayu Temple. We don't have many resources for cultivation. In addition to what we use for cultivation, we have to save some to purchase meteorite gold to maintain the temple's barrier. One more priest means one more expense, so except for the original priests, we haven't recruited new priests for many years. Besides, the candidate for the chief priest has not been decided yet, and I brought you here, so how could she be nice to you?" Sikong Qinglan said with a wry smile, and at the end, there was some apology in his expression.

"Are you competing for the position of chief priest?" Mu Hanyan finally understood what was going on.

After arriving at the Huayu Temple, she didn't see the chief priest and thought that he was just like Chu Yangping of the Fengcheng Temple, not caring about affairs and just being a hands-off boss. Now she knows that after Sikong Qinglan's master passed away, the position of the chief priest of the Huayu Temple has been vacant. It is estimated that the left and right priests and the prayer priests all have the opportunity to become the chief priests. In her opinion, her arrival will undoubtedly add some help to Sikong Qinglan. Both publicly and privately, he will not welcome her.

Miss Mu had seen a lot of this kind of intrigue, so she didn't find it strange.

"It can't really be considered a competition. After Master passed away, the Chief Priest was supposed to be appointed by the Lord Divine Master himself. However, the Lord Divine Master has long since ignored us at the Flower Rain Temple, leaving us to fend for ourselves. Of course, he won't make any arrangements, so he can only choose one from among the Left and Right Priests and the Prayer Priest.

"Master Shen Yuhe and I had no desire to compete for it, but the other priests, some of whom had originally followed my master, and some of whom had followed Master Shen's master, were reluctant to let the position of chief priest fall into the hands of a third party, so they inevitably fought overtly and covertly. Over time, Master An became hostile to us," Sikong Qinglan said helplessly.

"The Huayu Temple has become like this, what is there to fight for the position of chief priest?" Mu Hanyan couldn't help but mutter.

When other wealthy families and royal clans fight for power and profit, it is beneficial. But as for the mess that is the Huayu Temple, it would be a disaster if they fought for it. She wouldn't even want it if it was given to her.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I'm not underestimating the position of the chief priest, it's just..." After saying this, Mu Hanyan realized that what she said was too hurtful to people's self-esteem, and she apologized to Sikong Qinglan embarrassedly.

"It's nothing, I understand. The Flower Rain Temple has fallen into such a state, so it's not surprising that you would think so." Sikong Qinglan didn't get angry. He shook his head and continued, "But you underestimate the position of the chief priest."

"Oh?" Mu Hanyan looked at Sikong Qinglan in confusion.

"The Flower Rain Temple is one of the oldest temples after all. Even though the Lord God has ignored us, he has not expelled us from the list. So no matter how dilapidated the Flower Rain Temple is, as long as it still stands, it will still be one of the most transcendent temples in the Continent of Gods. At least, that's what they say." Sikong Qinglan was obviously embarrassed when he said the last few words.

The Flower Rain Temple now only has this empty name left.

"The chief priest of the Huayu Temple still has the right to freely enter and exit any temple except the main temple, and practice the secret magic of any temple. For example, in the sacrificial ceremony jointly held by the major temples in a few months, the chief priest of Huayu will still have a place." Sikong Qinglan continued to explain.

"So that's how it is. No wonder." Mu Hanyan suddenly realized. She hadn't expected that although the Huayu Temple was in decline, becoming the chief priest still had so many privileges. No wonder An Xiaxin was so tempted, even though she was hostile to her because of Sikong Qinglan.

"Okay, let's get started." Sikong Qinglan stood up and said, patting his forehead as soon as he finished speaking. "Oh, I forgot to ask, have you ever learned priest magic from the Lord of Worship before?"

According to the temple's previous practice, except for a very small number of talented and clean-born children of commoners, the vast majority of those who are qualified to take the examination to become priests are descendants of priest families. Although they cannot use priest magic before passing the baptism, even if they have never eaten pork, they have seen pigs running every day. They are familiar with priest magic through what they see and hear, so they can generally use priest magic directly after passing the baptism.

Mu Hanyan's situation was of course different from theirs, but Sikong Qinglan was used to it and forgot to ask in advance.

"No." Mu Hanyan shook her head.