Wen Gaoren's following priests were stunned and couldn't say a word for a long time.
"How is it possible? How did she do it?" Wen Gaoren himself looked incredulous.
No matter Mu Hanyan's previous clumsy hand gestures or the oral formulas she used at the end, they were obviously learned from him. However, the exquisiteness of the various changes in the hand gestures were simply beyond his reach. He had never even thought that his set of formation hand gestures could have such changes.
Recalling the hand gestures that Mu Hanyan had used before, he even felt that all the formations he had learned over the past eighty years had been in vain.
"Master Wen, dinner is ready." Ling Baobao's words interrupted Wen Gaoren's thoughts.
"What? What kind of meal are we having?" Wen Gaoren looked at Ling Baobao blankly.
"You just said that if my chief priest can repair this Star Thunder God Formation, you will eat all this meteorite gold." Ling Baobao said with a wicked smile.
Wen Gaoren's face turned red, and the priests who followed him also lowered their heads in shame. Thinking of their previous sarcasm towards Mu Hanyan, they wished they could find a hole in the ground to crawl into.
"Master Wen, eat slowly and drink some tea. Don't choke." Ling Baobao handed him a cup of hot tea and added, "Oh, these meteorite golds now belong to my family's chief priest. Remember to make up for it after you finish eating."
Wen Gaoren regretted it. If he had known earlier, he should have refused when Ling Baobao pulled him. He might as well have just embedded himself in the wall. At least he wouldn't be so embarrassed.
The priests of the Huayu Temple finally couldn't help but burst into laughter. Even An Xiaxin, Sikong Qinglan and others were no exception. However, after laughing for a while, they all looked at Mu Hanyan at the same time, and there was a bit more awe in their eyes.
It was obvious that Wen Gaoren, like Long Wudang, was cheated by Mu Hanyan and lost so much meteorite gold for no reason.
This high priest is really insidious and despicable, but they like him.
If Mu Hanyan knew what they were thinking, she'd inevitably cry out in injustice. Heaven proved she had no intention of scheming Wen Gaoren; it was all Ling Baobao's doing. She'd deliberately provoked Wen Gaoren, distracting him from his contemplation of the formation, leading to repeated failures. Then, she'd rubbed salt in his wounds, goading him into making the bet.
If we really want to talk about despicable and shameless, it is Ling Baobao who is despicable and shameless. However, Miss Mu also likes this kind of Ling Baobao.
"Baby Ling, don't be rude to the master." However, seeing Wen Gaoren's face as red as pig liver, Mu Hanyan couldn't bear it anymore.
It is better to forgive others when you can. Although Wen Gaoren is a little arrogant and greedy, he is also a man of real talent and Mu Hanyan doesn't want to hurt his reputation too much.
Ling Baobao didn't really want to get into trouble with Wen Gaoren, so he scratched his head and retreated.
"Master Wen, I'm sorry to have embarrassed you. I've been reading ancient books these days, and I've read the notes and manuscripts left by the chief priests of past generations countless times, but I still haven't found a way to repair the formation. I just saw Master Wen's amazing skills and took a risk to try it. I didn't expect it to be successful. Thank you so much for your teaching!" Mu Hanyan bowed to Wen Gaoren and said.
What she said was from the bottom of her heart. If it weren't for Wen Gaoren, she didn't know how long it would take her to fully comprehend the Star Thunder God Formation by herself. So her eyes were full of sincerity, without a trace of joking.
"Your Excellency the Chief Priest is too modest. I cannot accept this gift." With Wen Gaoren's experience, he naturally saw that Mu Hanyan's words were sincere, and he quickly returned the gift.
He was not a fool, so how could he not know that Mu Hanyan was trying to save his face by saying this, or in other words, was simply flattering him? He felt both ashamed and grateful.
"It's getting late. Master Wen will stay in our Huayu Temple today. Lord Sikong, please prepare a banquet." Mu Hanyan said to Sikong Qinglan.
"No need, no need." Wen Gaoren was so embarrassed that he didn't feel comfortable staying in the Huayu Temple, so he declined.
Mu Hanyan didn't force it. She was just trying to save some face for Wen Gaoren, not really planning a banquet. It wasn't that she was stingy, nor did she harbor any grudge against Wen Gaoren. It was just that the Huayu Temple was running low on food, and it would be months before the harvest on that farmland, so she decided to save as much as possible.
Alas, Mu Hanyan herself felt sad to be in this position as the chief priest.
"Let's go." Wen Gaoren said to the accompanying priest.
He didn't mention the hillock-like pile of various meteorite gold, and Mu Hanyan certainly didn't mention it either. Saving face is saving face, betting is betting, but spitting out the fat meat in her mouth? She's not stupid.
"Wen Gaoren, get out here!" At this moment, a loud roar suddenly came from outside the hall.
Wen Gaoren's face changed slightly and he walked out quickly.
Mu Hanyan, An Xiaxin and the others looked at each other strangely, put away the pile of meteorite gold, and walked out quickly.
As soon as they arrived outside the hall, Mu Hanyan and the others' faces darkened.
Two young guards collapsed at the temple entrance, spitting blood, their eyes a mixture of anger and shame. They were Yan Qingshan and Qi Ming, followers of Sikong Qinglan. Just now, a group of priests, including many civilians, had followed them into the temple to watch the excitement. Yan Qingshan and Qi Ming, adhering to their duties, remained outside, only to be assaulted right at the entrance, seemingly seriously injured.
More than a dozen young men in black sacrificial robes stood outside the door, grinning at the people walking out of the hall, looking extremely arrogant. It was obvious that Yan Qingshan and Qi Ming were injured at their hands.
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