"I am Mu Hanyan, the new chief priest of the Huayu Temple, and I'm honored to meet Master Wen." Mu Hanyan took a few steps forward and said neither humbly nor arrogantly.

"You are the new high priest. You are kidding me. You are the high priest but you don't set a good example. You even laugh and have fun with your subordinates, and use the cheapest fighting techniques! Priest An, this is the high priest you chose. It's simply a joke!" Because Mu Hanyan was not wearing the high priest robe, Wen Gaoren was slightly stunned when he heard her introduce herself, and then he shouted angrily.

Mu Hanyan frowned. "What business is it of yours that my subordinates and I practice martial arts? Do you really need to criticize us?" Besides, how could you tell that this was just the most base martial arts technique? This is called the Eight Desolate Divine Fall, a divine art!

Although Miss Mu always thought that she had a good temper, in fact, the temper of Anyun's number one playboy was not as good as she imagined. Seeing the old man pointing and gesticulating as soon as he came, Mu Hanyan couldn't help but want to get angry, but after thinking about it, she still needed help from others, so she endured it.

"Priest An, originally, I have already promised you to help you repair the formation and tide over the difficulties. After all, the Flower Rain Temple is one of the oldest temples in our God Continent. I don't want to see it decline like this." Ignoring Mu Hanyan, Wen Gaoren said to An Xiaxin with a feeling of deep emotion and grief. At this point, he suddenly changed the subject and said, "But look at the priest you chose. I am really worried. Even if I help you repair the formation and tide over the crisis, with such a chief priest, how many days can you hold on?"

These words were said in an extremely impolite manner. Not only Mu Hanyan, but also the faces of the priests around her changed.

Mu Hanyan narrowed her eyes slightly. This "expert" didn't seem to be a good person. However, she wasn't surprised at all. She had heard a little bit about this person before, so hearing these words now didn't seem strange to her at all.

"Master Wen, you have already promised me..." An Xiaxin's expression changed slightly, and she said to Wen Gaoren, but she was interrupted by him before she finished speaking.

"Priest An, I did promise you before that I would do my best to help you repair the formation and overcome the difficulties. But when I came to the Flower Rain Temple, I found that your new chief priest is still too young and unfit for the important task. I am afraid that even if I help you repair the formation, if she continues to make trouble like this, the Flower Rain Temple will not be able to hold on for long." Wen Gaoren said with regret.

"Master Wen, are you going to go back on your word?" An Xiaxin's expression became even uglier as she said in disappointment.

"It's not that I regret it, but..." Wen Gaoren stroked his long beard and looked at Mu Hanyan meaningfully.

"Master Wen, just say whatever you want to say." Mu Hanyan said calmly. She wanted to see what this old man was trying to do by pointing and gesticulating and pretending to be deep.

"Since that's the case, I'll be frank. Lord Mu has been unanimously recognized by Lord An, Lord Shen, and Lord Sikong and has been chosen as the chief priest. I believe his qualifications and abilities are quite good, but he's still a little young and needs more training. Furthermore, taking on the position of chief priest too early will inevitably distract you, which isn't good for your future prospects.

Otherwise, why don't I just work harder and take over the position of chief priest for you temporarily? When you are older and more mature, I will return the position of chief priest to you. Wouldn't that be the best of both worlds? "Wen Gaoren said with a deep look on his face, as if helping Mu Hanyan take over the position of chief priest temporarily was very difficult.

"What!" The priests of the Huayu Temple exclaimed in surprise, and there was a hint of hostility in their eyes when they looked at Wen Gaoren.

Although Mu Hanyan intervened and snatched the position of chief priest from An Xiaxin, Chen Yuhe and Sikong Qinglan, as followers of the high priests, they were more or less reluctant, but after getting along for a while, they gradually accepted this fact. No matter what, Mu Hanyan was still a priest of the Huayu Temple, and the position of chief priest could not be considered to have fallen into the hands of an outsider.

But Wen Gaoren was an outsider after all, and had nothing to do with their Huayu Temple. How could anyone be willing to let the position of chief priest fall into his hands?

Mu Hanyan did not expect that the old man would be so straightforward. She had heard that Sikong Qinglan went to Shangfengcheng Temple last time and asked for help to repair the formation. Chu Yanghe also implicitly made a similar request. Not only him, but also An Xiaxin and Shen Yuhe asked other temples for help, and the other party also made similar requests in a tactful way. However, they all took their face into consideration and would not speak too bluntly.

However, this Wen Gaoren did not hide his true nature at all, and was comparable to that vulgar and dirty Master Longyang, except that he was not as despicable as Master Longyang.

"My master is also thinking about you. With the strength of the number one formation master of Lingyu Temple and his reputation, he can not only help you repair the formation, but also help your Huayu Temple to increase its reputation. You will be able to get out of the predicament in one fell swoop. Why not do it?" An attendant under Wen Gaoren persuaded earnestly. Judging from his clothes, he is also a priest, but his strength is not high. He is only a fifth-level divine priest.

This is not surprising. If one focuses on the formation, it is inevitable that he will neglect his cultivation. Even Wen Gaoren himself is only a ninth-level divine priest, not to mention his followers.

"Don't think my master is taking advantage of you. If it were any other temple, it would be fine, but with the Flower Rain Temple in such a state, anyone who serves as the head priest would have to work hard. My master is willing to suffer this hardship for you, you should feel honored."

"Yes, over the years, I don't know how many temples have invited my master to join, promising various benefits, and even offering the position of chief priest, but my master has not been moved. This time he took the initiative to propose it, and it is all for your good. You should be content." Another follower said arrogantly.

For some reason, hearing this, Mu Hanyan was reminded of Qu Shanling's two beloved disciples who constantly earned hundreds of thousands of taels of silver. A master is a master; even his disciples can speak the same language.

Being flattered by his followers, Wen Gaoren felt a little elated unconsciously. He stroked his beard gently and smiled, looking like a detached and worldly-wise man who was not bothered by fame or disgrace.

"Master Wen, the position of chief priest cannot be given up just like that. Please consider it again." An Xiaxin said while suppressing his anger.

They had clearly agreed on something, but they changed their minds as soon as they arrived in Huayu City, and even made such an impolite request. This made her feel a little embarrassed, and she felt as if she was colluding with outsiders to seize the position of the chief priest.

Although it was her idea to nominate Mu Hanyan as the chief priest and she was the one who insisted on it in the beginning, and probably no one would think so, she still felt bad about it.