"No need for formalities. I know you don't agree with me becoming the chief priest, but I promise you that as a member of the Huayu Temple, I will never watch the temple decline like this. One day, I will lead the Huayu Temple to glory again." Mu Hanyan said calmly, but her face was full of confidence.
Everyone had expected Mu Hanyan to be somewhat apprehensive, having just passed the assessment and ascended to the throne of High Priest, but her performance was completely beyond everyone's expectations. Listening to her calm words and observing her confident and composed expression, everyone felt as if the previous High Priest had returned to their presence.
Even in the last few years of his life, when the previous high priest faced the increasingly dilapidated temple, his face rarely showed such confidence and composure, but was mostly filled with fatigue and worry.
Was it true self-confidence, or was it sheer ignorance? Looking at Mu Hanyan, everyone was a little confused.
Mu Hanyan smiled slightly and turned away.
She also saw that everyone was still somewhat reluctant, and she didn't expect to convince them with just this one sentence, but she was absolutely confident in what she had just said.
She spent a whole afternoon in the main priest's temple on the second floor. She roughly read through the cultivation experiences left by the previous main priests and gained a lot of insights.
After all, the Huayu Temple is one of the oldest temples in the Continent of Gods. The chief priests of all generations have been passed down from generation to generation. Even if their strength is not too strong, their vision is far better than that of ordinary priests. Their experience in the priests' cultivation is not comparable to that of ordinary people.
Although the priests' cultivation methods are very different from swordsmanship due to the different laws, if you think about it according to the insights of those predecessors, you will find that the two are actually of the same origin and have the same goal.
Mu Hanyan had previously used the Tianxin technique to merge the sword energy and the priest's spiritual energy into one, greatly improving her strength. Coupled with the refining of the Xuanhuang Qi and the insights left by these chief priests, she was confident that her practice would be twice as effective with half the effort.
The strong are respected, a truth that has endured throughout the ages, whether in the Holy Court Continent or the Divine Continent. Mu Hanyan also believed that as long as she possessed sufficient strength, it would be no problem for her to lead the Flower Rain Temple back to its former glory.
"Have you forgotten something?" Ling Baobao's pitiful voice suddenly sounded from behind.
Mu Hanyan then remembered that Ling Baobao had not had time to receive the baptism of God because he was interrupted by Long Wudang and others in the morning.
Sikong Qinglan quickly led Ling Baobao to the main hall and started dancing for the gods again.
With Mu Hanyan's example before, and having seen Ling Baobao's violent and heroic performance in beating up Long Wudang and his followers, everyone was a little excited.
However, the final result was disappointing. Although he passed the baptism successfully, the final strength test showed that he was only a first-level divine priest.
Mu Hanyan didn't think there was anything to be disappointed about. Ling Baobao was the type of person who could learn anything quickly, but was not an expert in anything. It would be strange if he could possess the strength of a good priest after passing the baptism.
Ling Baobao himself did not feel disappointed at all. He smiled extremely brightly, obviously very satisfied with his talent. He turned around and started to chew the dried meat happily again.
Mu Hanyan was helpless against this kind of foodie who just wanted to eat and wait for death.
In the next few days, Mu Hanyan began to practice diligently.
Although the insights and understandings of previous high priests were profound and profound, her priestly foundation was still a little lacking, so she spent most of her time in the library hall, practicing the most basic priestly arts. To Mu Hanyan's delight, in addition to the cultivation methods of various laws and magic, the library also contained methods for cultivating various unique and extraordinary arts such as formation alchemy, sealing alchemy, etc. From time to time, she could even find annotations and insights left by previous high priests, making her comprehension even easier.
"Alas, it still doesn't work." In the evening, Mu Hanyan left the library hall and heard Sikong Qinglan sighing when she passed by the central hall.
"If we can't repair the formation, I'm afraid we won't be able to protect the farmland behind the city." Shen Yuhe said worriedly.
Mu Hanyan only discovered yesterday that there was still one last piece of farmland behind Huayu City. The dozens of families and priests left in the city relied on that piece of farmland and the occasional medicinal herbs growing on the surrounding barren hills to barely fill their stomachs.
However, the temple's formations and barriers had fallen into disrepair over the years, and even the temple was almost unable to hold on. It was only a matter of time before the farmland became abandoned.
"If it really doesn't work, I'll go and ask Priest Wen for help." An Xiaxin seemed to have mustered up a lot of courage before making such a decision.
Shen Yuhe and Sikong Qinglan were both silent, obviously hesitating about something.
"Can I help?" Mu Hanyan walked into the hall and asked.
"Forget it, you should concentrate on your cultivation. We will go to Tianyang City in a few days. The ceremony to worship the gods is the real business. Your top priority now is to improve your strength as much as possible. Don't be distracted by these things." An Xiaxin shook her head and said.
Although they guessed that Mu Hanyan's strength should be much higher than the three of them, the chief priests of the major temples who could participate in the sacrificial ceremony had all practiced for a hundred years. When they fought to the death, it would be difficult for Mu Hanyan to gain any advantage. They dared not be careless at all.
Although Mu Hanyan was confident, she wasn't blindly arrogant. After hearing her words, she didn't insist and instead looked at the formation. While she was practicing the priest's divine arts these days, she also tried to figure out the temple's formation techniques.
The formation before her was obviously many times more complicated and cumbersome than the one she had seen in the library. For a moment, it was difficult for her to comprehend the principles of the formation, let alone repair it.
"This formation has been passed down for hundreds of thousands of years, but the method of setting up the formation has long been lost. It is so exquisite and mysterious that it is difficult for us to fully comprehend it." Although he didn't want Mu Hanyan to be distracted, seeing her stop to watch, Sikong Qinglan still explained.
"If we want to repair it, probably only Wen Gaoren can do it." An Xiaxin said.
"Wen Gaoren?" Mu Hanyan repeated subconsciously.
"Wen Gaoren is the priest of Lingyu Temple. Lingyu Temple has been famous for its formations since ancient times, and Wen Gaoren is the Lingyu Temple's foremost formation master. However, he is arrogant and has not worked for Lingyu Temple much in recent years. He is just a figurehead." An Xiaxin explained.
Just like Ye Yian, many priests with good family backgrounds were listed in the temple but did not work there. If they found a better option, they could even switch to other temples. Huayu Temple originally had more than 20 priests, but seeing the temple's decline, many people switched to other places.
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