"Master Wen, you don't have to worry about it. As the saying goes, the net of heaven is vast and wide, and nothing can escape it. People like you who are unkind, unjust, disloyal, and unfilial will one day get their retribution. If there is a chance, I will definitely help you clean up the mess." Mu Hanyan said comfortingly, but did not speak too confidently. Not to mention that the Huayu Temple is now in decline, even when it was at its peak, it probably could not punish the priests of other temples at will.
"Don't worry about such a small matter, Your Excellency the High Priest." Wen Gaoren didn't take her words to heart.
"Master Priest, accommodation has been arranged for Master Wen and others." Sikong Qinglan and An Xiaxin stepped forward and said.
Wen Gaoren and his attendant priests were with them. Although the current Huayu Temple could not be compared with the Lingyu Temple, it was still better than being homeless in the wilderness, so they had no complaints.
"Thank you for your help, sirs." Wen Gaoren said politely.
"By the way, there is also Master Wen's priesthood. I plan to resign from the position of left priest and let Master Wen take over." An Xiaxin said.
She also knew that Mu Hanyan could not devote all her energy to the formation, and the priest ceremony was the top priority. Wen Gaoren's joining would be of great benefit to the Huayu Temple, so she was unwilling to treat him unfairly.
"Then I will give my position as the right priest to Senior Sister An." Shen Yuhe said immediately.
"I'll give the position of my prayer priest to Senior Sister Shen." Sikong Qinglan said immediately.
"No, I don't want to perform a shaman act like you." Shen Yuhe refused.
Mu Hanyan frowned. It turned out that they also knew how to perform shaman dance.
"I appreciate your kindness, gentlemen. I was unwilling to serve the Lingyu Temple at first because I didn't want to be distracted and neglect my cultivation. This time, the chief priest is willing to take us in. I, Wen Gaoren, am extremely grateful. How dare I covet your priesthood? Please take back your order." Wen Gaoren declined.
"How can that be possible? Master Wen is superior to us in both strength and reputation. It is a great honor for us that he is willing to join the Huayu Temple. If we don't even have a priesthood, people will think that we in the Huayu Temple are self-righteous and ignorant of etiquette if the news gets out." An Xiaxin said firmly.
With Wen Gaoren's cultivation and attainments in formation, he would be valued in any temple. In the past, he was unwilling to do so in Lingyu City. But if he still behaved like this in Huayu Temple, outsiders would inevitably gossip about him. They did not want to ruin the reputation of Huayu Temple.
"In that case, if there are any other vacancies in the clergy, I can just pick one at random." Wen Gaoren was not a pedantic person, so he could think of this and did not insist any more.
"Except for a few of us and the high priest, all other priesthoods are vacant." An Xiaxin said embarrassedly.
In other temples, if a priesthood vacancy appeared, everyone would be desperate to get in. After all, possessing a priesthood meant having access to more abundant cultivation resources and a greater chance of success. However, Huayu City was so poor that it could barely fill its stomachs, and there were no extra cultivation resources, so no one was interested in priesthood.
"Then, let's call the priest to appease the spirits." Wen Gaoren said after thinking for a while.
"Puff!" An attendant made a puff sound. He was the young priest who had just said that Mu Hanyan was sensible and would wait for his master to become the chief priest and let her be the spirit-anchoring priest.
Originally, he wanted to make fun of Mu Hanyan about the position of Anling Priest, but he didn't expect that his master would choose such a priest. Wen Gaoren himself didn't think it was a big deal, but he felt his face burning as if he had been slapped hard in the face.
"Isn't this appropriate?" An Xiaxin hesitated. Although the Anling Priest was also a priest, it was the lowest among them. Apart from performing rituals during funerals, there was nothing much to do.
"What's wrong with this? I see that there are not many people left in Huayu City. This Anling priest has some free time, and it won't disrupt my practice. It's just right." Wen Gaoren said. This was his real intention.
"Okay, then let's follow Master Wen's wishes." Mu Hanyan didn't persuade him anymore.
However, imagining this old man performing a shaman dance with all his supernatural aura, why does it feel so strange?
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The farmland west of Huayu City, which had been abandoned for many years, was now covered with a dense layer of emerald green. Although the north wind was still howling in the wilderness, the tender seedlings were only swaying slightly, showing vigorous vitality.
The farmland behind the temple was golden, and the people in the city were busy harvesting crops. Although they were sweating profusely, everyone's face was filled with a happy smile.
From time to time, the grunting and clucking of pigs, sheep, chickens and ducks could be heard from the nearby pens.
Although the ancient temple still had a somewhat weathered and ancient feel, and only a few figures were scattered on the road ahead, the current Flower Rain City was clearly no longer the Flower Rain City of the past, and the current Flower Rain Temple was no longer the Flower Rain Temple of the past. It was no longer as lifeless as before, but had a bit more vitality and hope.
"Master Wen, thank you very much. If it weren't for you, Huayu City would never be able to achieve such a prosperous state." Mu Hanyan said to Wen Gaoren gratefully.
Eighteen of the twenty-four main barrier arrays of the Flower Rain Temple have been repaired, and most of the materials used are meteorite gold materials donated by Wen Gaoren in a friendly manner. Although these were all won by Ling Baobao as a bet, or more accurately, they were earned by him through cheating, but if it weren't for the help of Wen Gaoren and several accompanying priests, Mu Hanyan would not be able to repair them to this level in a year or two if she relied on herself.
No matter how talented one is, one still needs practice to hone his talent. In this regard, Wen Gaoren, who has devoted himself to the art of formations for more than 80 years, is still much better than Mu Hanyan.
"Your Excellency the Chief Priest, you are too polite. I have benefited a lot from following you these days. If it weren't for your guidance, I would probably never be able to comprehend the principles of the formations in my lifetime. If anyone really wants to thank you, it should be me." Wen Gaoren bowed deeply and said with emotion, without any compliment in his words.
Mu Hanyan had no prejudices against sects and never kept secrets, so she taught Wen Gaoren the formations she had learned from the Eight Desolate Gods' Fall without reservation. Wen Gaoren then realized that Mu Hanyan's victory in the previous bet was no fluke; her understanding of formations and her comprehension were simply beyond his reach.
What is even more commendable is that she is very open-minded and tells us everything she knows whenever she opens her mouth.
"By the way, Master Priest, what do you think about what I said last time?" Wen Gaoren asked.
"What's the matter?" Mu Hanyan asked casually.
"It's about taking me as your disciple." Wen Gaoren said seriously.
It came again and again, and Mu Hanyan suddenly felt a headache.
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