Then, An Xiaxin chanted and performed a shamanic dance like Sikong Qinglan. It turned out that shamanic dances weren't his specialty. He cast sealing hand gestures one after another, and a beam of light descended from the sky, projecting onto the token. Mu Hanyan's name also flashed with silver light, as if deeply imprinted on the token.
Mu Hanyan was slightly startled and suddenly realized that she seemed to have overlooked something.
"This token is both the nameplate of the High Priest and his natal soul token. The fire of the High Priest's soul should be burning on the altar of the main temple at this moment. It won't be long before all the major temples will receive the news that the High Priest has been honored to take the position of High Priest." An Xiaxin explained when she saw Mu Hanyan's slightly surprised look.
Mu Hanyan then realized what she had overlooked. It turned out that this was her natal soul tablet, and it was related to the main temple. She accidentally wrote her real name on it, and she didn't know if it would cause any trouble.
However, An Xiaxin had already finished dancing for the gods, and it was too late to say anything now. She could only hope that her news had not yet been passed back to the Continent of Gods and that no one knew her true identity.
In the distant wilderness, in the ancient temple, on the altar that has experienced millions of years, rows of candles flickered gently. Suddenly, a mysterious light flashed, and a candle that had been extinguished long ago burst into a few sparks and burned again.
"Flower Rain Temple!" The man in front of the altar frowned.
His face was stern and he looked to be in his early middle age, but if you looked closely, you could see traces of weathering between his brows and he looked exhausted, as if he were an old man hundreds or even thousands of years old.
He is the ruler of the Continent of Gods—the Lord God!
"Lord God, Lord Qian Ji seems to be about to wake up." At this moment, a young priest came hurriedly and said with joy on his face.
"Really?" The God Lord stood up suddenly, with a look of surprise in his eyes.
"Forget it, let them fend for themselves." The Lord God quickly left the main temple. Before leaving, he glanced at the swaying divine soul fire and muttered to himself. As for the name on the natal soul tablet, he didn't even bother to glance at it.
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On the second floor of the Huayu Temple, Mu Hanyan was looking through the cultivation experiences left by successive chief priests, but she could faintly hear bursts of quarreling sounds in her ears.
"Master Left Priest, although Master Mu just defeated Long Wudang and helped us a lot, and we are very grateful to her, the position of Chief Priest has been passed down from generation to generation by our ancestors. I'm afraid it would be inappropriate to hand it over to an outsider."
"Right Priest, please reconsider this matter. Please give it some careful consideration."
"Master Sikong, although the previous High Priest didn't say it explicitly before his death, he has always placed high hopes on you over the years. If you just hand over the position of High Priest to someone else, I'm afraid you will let him down."
"In fact, we all admire Lord Mu's strength and character. How about the three of you draw lots to decide who will be the chief priest? Lord Mu will take the remaining position. Whether it's the left priest, the right priest, or the prayer priest, we have no objections."
"Yes, yes, yes. Whether it's the left priest, the right priest, or the praying priest, we will never say anything."
The argument wasn't intense, more like a request. After all, Mu Hanyan had just saved them by repelling Long Wudang and restoring the reputation of the Flower Rain Temple. She had then generously distributed the elixirs to everyone, leaving the priests filled with gratitude and admiration, so they spoke with due respect.
Mu Hanyan didn't find it strange. This result was already within her expectations.
According to the tradition of the Flower Rain Temple, after the death of previous high priests, the new high priest is selected from the left priest, right priest and prayer priest, and these priests are also passed down from generation to generation. From ancient times to the present, no outsider has ever been able to become the high priest of the Flower Rain Temple.
This is probably the important reason why the Flower Rain Temple has been able to be passed down to this day and still stand firm in the face of such difficulties.
Mu Hanyan had just arrived at the Huayu Temple for one day when the three high priests handed over the position of chief priest. For a moment, it was no wonder that others were confused.
In fact, their willingness to let Mu Hanyan serve as the left priest, right priest, or prayer priest already shows their recognition of Mu Hanyan. After all, according to tradition, these positions have never fallen into the hands of outsiders. They are all rotated by the descendants of the three great priests and passed down from generation to generation.
"Don't say anything, we have made up our minds." Sikong Qinglan waved his hand and said.
Although he was the weakest among the three priests, the priests and guards who followed him were the most loyal. As long as he made up his mind, others would rarely have any objections.
Sure enough, seeing his firm attitude, the arguments immediately became much quieter.
“I know you’re all confused, but the Flower Rain Temple has reached its final moment of life and death. Even if I don’t tell you, I’m afraid you all know that with the abilities of the three of us, we are simply not enough to lead the Flower Rain Temple out of this predicament.
"You've all seen Mu Hanyan's strength and courage. Only she can help the Flower Rain Temple rise again and restore its former glory." An Xiaxin said in a resounding voice.
The priests and guards surrounding them fell silent. They had all grown up with An Xiaxin and the other two, even watching them grow up, and they knew their personalities best. Although An Xiaxin had feigned aloofness in recent years to establish herself as Priest Zuo and to maintain the image of the Flower Rain Temple, everyone knew that her character was not much stronger than that of Chen Yuhe and Sikong Qinglan. It was indeed impossible to rely on them to lead the Flower Rain Temple out of its predicament.
Judging from Mu Hanyan's previous battle with Long Wudang, he was scheming and resourceful, and was resolute and decisive without any hesitation. He was obviously more suitable to be the chief priest than An Xiaxin and others.
As for her strength, there was no need to say more. Although her true strength was not assessed in the end, so that her robe was only embroidered with eighth-order cloud patterns, everyone knew that her strength was likely much higher than An Xiaxin and the other two.
"Master Priest Zuo is right. If we want to keep the Huayu Temple, we can only rely on Mu Hanyan." Chen Yuhe also said firmly.
After hearing what the high priests said, even if the others were dissatisfied, they could not say anything more.
"Your subordinate greets the Chief Priest." In the evening, when Mu Hanyan walked down the stairs, a group of priests and guards, led by An Xiaxin, bowed and saluted.
Although they still didn't quite accept Mu Hanyan becoming the chief priest, since the three high priests had made up their minds, they could only let it go.
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