"That old guy is not only arrogant, but also greedy. We asked him for help at the beginning, but he actually set his sights on the position of the chief priest." Shen Yuhe said angrily.
Hearing her say this, Mu Hanyan felt relieved. Earlier, when she heard An Xiaxin hesitate and mustered up the courage to ask this person for help, she thought he was also a pervert like Long Wudang.
"Forget it, I'll go beg him again and see if he will change his mind. I can't just wait and starve to death." An Xiaxin sighed.
Chen Yuhe and Sikong Qinglan both looked miserable, but did not object anymore.
Mu Hanyan looked at each of them with sympathy. To be honest, in the Continent of Gods, the status of the temple priests was extremely high. For many common people or refugees, they were simply people they looked up to. But who could have imagined that the priests of the Huayu Temple would have fallen to such a state, and they had to worry day and night just to fill their stomachs.
Of course, Mu Hanyan empathized with their helplessness. Living on simple meals every day, even she, not a foodie, began to miss the days of fine dining. Life on the Divine Continent was far more difficult than on the Holy Court Continent. Many people here struggled to make ends meet. Mu Hanyan felt a strange feeling in her heart. After all, the separation of the two continents was all because of her. She was the indirect cause of the hardships faced by the people of the Divine Continent. She wanted to change this situation, very much.
"Master Priest, there is someone outside asking to see you." A priest said at the door with a red face, swallowing his saliva as he spoke.
"Who?" Mu Hanyan asked curiously. She didn't have any acquaintances in the Continent of Gods.
"He said his name was Mu Tu and he was a member of the high priest's clan," the priest replied.
"Mu Tu!" Mu Hanyan walked out of the hall happily. After being apart for a while, she really missed the days in Mujia Village.
Seeing Mu Tu again, Mu Hanyan finally understood why the priest's face had been flushed and he couldn't help but swallow his saliva. It turned out that Mu Tu had not only come by himself, but also brought dozens of cattle and sheep, and several carts of food. The fact that the priest only swallowed his saliva without his eyes turning green was already a great achievement.
"Mu Tu pays his respects to the Chief Priest!" As soon as he saw Mu Hanyan, Mu Tu quickly knelt on the ground and saluted respectfully.
As soon as he arrived at the Huayu Temple and reported his name, he learned that Mu Hanyan had been elected as the chief priest by several high priests. In addition to awe, his heart was filled with pride. No matter how dilapidated the Huayu Temple was, it was still a temple after all. Mu Hanyan could become the chief priest as soon as she arrived at the Huayu Temple. How could he not be proud?
"Uncle Mu Tu, why are you here?" Mu Hanyan quickly helped Mu Tu up and asked.
"The Lord Priest is worried that you are not used to the Huayu Temple, so he asked me to come and see you and bring some gifts to the priests." Mu Tu was flattered and rubbed his hands nervously. His big black face turned red.
An Xiaxin and the others were secretly ashamed. Although Mu Tu had relayed Ye Yian's words politely, they knew for a fact that the old priest was clearly worried that Mu Hanyan would starve to death in the Flower Rain Temple, and had sent some cattle, sheep, and food. As a temple priest, yet still needing relief from the common people, they felt so ashamed that they wanted to crawl into a hole in the ground. However, seeing the fat and healthy cattle and sheep, and the carts of food, they still swallowed their saliva shamelessly.
At night, the Huayu Temple held a rare banquet. One reason was that Mu Tu came to visit the chief priest specially and brought so much food, cattle and sheep, so he had to be welcomed to show his gratitude. The other reason was that everyone could have a good meal.
Ling Baobao had already finished the dried meat he brought with him. When he saw the cattle and sheep brought by Mu Tu, he almost pounced on them and started to eat them. Now he was eating the crispy barbecued meat and drinking the fragrant rice wine, and he was arm in arm with Mu Tu and treated him as a brother.
The priests were a little hesitant at first, but as the tempting aroma of meat spread and penetrated their nostrils irresistibly, they could no longer hold back and ate with relish.
Looking at their smiling faces, Mu Hanyan's heart was heavy. Although Huayu Temple had temporarily overcome the difficulties with the help of Mujia Village, what should it do in the future? If Huayu Temple wanted to truly get out of the predicament, it had to rely on itself, and this was also her responsibility.
At dawn the next day, Mu Tu left the Huayu Temple and went back to report to Ye Yian, while An Xiaxin went to Lingyu City to ask Wen Gaoren for help again.
The Huayu Temple soon returned to its former lifeless state. Mu Hanyan lived in seclusion and rarely went out. Except for eating and sleeping, she spent almost all her time in the library, practicing various priestly arts and studying various strange arts of the Continent of Gods, especially the art of formation.
If she wanted the Huayu Temple to get out of the predicament as soon as possible, repairing the formation barrier was the key. She didn't want to pin all her hopes on Wen Gaoren, who was said to be greedy, arrogant and conceited.
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