"An Xiaxin, the left priest of the Huayu Temple, pays homage to the chief priest!" Just as he was wondering, he saw An Xiaxin coming in front of him, suddenly bowing down, saluting respectfully and saying.
A token was also handed to Mu Hanyan.
"Master Priest Zuo, what are you doing..." The sudden action surprised the other three.
"Listen to me," An Xiaxin interrupted their questions and said to Mu Hanyan with a serious face, "The Flower Rain Temple has reached the final moment of life and death. Your arrival has given me hope. I have decided to make you the master of the Flower Rain Temple. Lead us out of this predicament and restore its glory!"
"How can this be?" Mu Hanyan had not expected An Xiaxin to do this again, and looked at An Xiaxin with some confusion.
Wasn't it said that the three of them were competing for the position of the chief priest? Because of this, they were hostile to my arrival. Why did they suddenly give up the position of the chief priest to me?
"I know what you are thinking. I did not welcome you to the Huayu Temple before. One reason is that our cultivation resources are extremely limited and we no longer have the ability to support more priests. Another reason is for the position of the chief priest." An Xiaxin saw Mu Hanyan's confusion and continued.
Hearing her speak so openly, Mu Hanyan became even more confused.
"However, I want this position of chief priest, but not for myself. In a few months, according to custom, the chief priest of the Flower Rain Temple is also entitled to participate in the sacrificial ceremony. This ceremony is held every ten thousand years, and this is exactly the hundredth time.
"According to ancient legends, a rare treasure from heaven and earth, dormant for a million years, will awaken during this ritual. To obtain this treasure, the chief priests of each temple will fight to the death," An Xiaxin continued.
"Do you want to get this rare treasure of heaven and earth?" Mu Hanyan asked.
"Do you think I have that ability?" An Xiaxin smiled bitterly.
Mu Hanyan was silent for a moment. An Xiaxin was only an eighth-rank priest. She was not very clear about the situation in other temples, but she had seen with her own eyes the chief priest Chu Yangping of Fengcheng Temple. He was a tenth-rank divine priest. According to the cultivation level of the Holy Court Continent, he and An Xiaxin were basically one in heaven and one on earth. If she really wanted to fight to the death, she would simply be sending herself to death.
"I know I don't have the strength, but I still want to fight for it. From what I understand, that rare treasure doesn't seem to be of much use to cultivation, but it is of great benefit to the entire temple. So, for the sake of the Flower Rain Temple, I still want to fight for it.
"Yuhe is too weak, and Qinglan is too... too... Anyway, I don't want them to die." An Xiaxin sighed.
When she talked about Sikong Qinglan, she felt a little embarrassed, and Sikong Qinglan himself blushed. Speaking of Chen Yuhe's weak character, his habit of blushing easily was not much better.
"Hanyan, are you willing to agree to my request and become the chief priest of the Huayu Temple?" An Xiaxin looked at Mu Hanyan expectantly.
Mu Hanyan clearly saw a hint of fatigue in her eyes.
In fact, her character is not much stronger than Chen Yuhe and Sikong Qinglan. She just pretends to be reserved and always pretends to be cold and arrogant in order to support the Huayu Temple.
Thinking of Sikong Qinglan's humble attitude when he asked for help from Fengcheng Temple before, Mu Hanyan could also imagine how difficult it was for her to support Huayu Temple. She had to endure a lot of contempt and was even helpless when faced with the frivolous behavior of people like Long Wudang.
She must be really tired.
Mu Hanyan had no doubt about An Xiaxin's words. Even though she knew that competing for the rare treasure in the sacrificial ceremony was tantamount to suicide, she still did not change her original intention. It was only for the Huayu Temple. After seeing her own strength, she handed over the position of chief priest so decisively, which also showed that she had no selfish motives.
Sikong Qinglan and Shen Yuhe obviously thought of this as well, and looked at An Xiaxin with a bit of shame.
Then, the two of them simultaneously looked at Mu Hanyan, their eyes also filled with anticipation. They had no interest in the position of chief priest in the first place, but they had to fight for it for the sake of the priests and guards who followed them. Now that even An Xiaxin had given up, they naturally would not insist.
"Okay, I promise you." Mu Hanyan hesitated for a moment, and finally nodded.
Of course she knew what it meant to be the chief priest. Not only would she have to shoulder more responsibilities, but her life might even be in danger. However, having already become a member of the Huayu Temple, she couldn't just watch the temple decline. She still had to rely on the Huayu Temple to hide her identity and learn the priest's magic. If the Huayu Temple collapsed, what should she do?
Perhaps she could switch to other temples, but it would not be so easy to hide her identity. If she became the chief priest of the Huayu Temple, who would dare to check her identity?
So, after just a little thought, Mu Hanyan agreed to An Xiaxin's request.
"We, the left priest, right priest, and prayer priest of the Huayu Temple, An Xiaxin, Chen Yuhe, and Sikong Qinglan, pay our respects to the chief priest." Upon hearing this, they were overjoyed and looked relieved.
An Xiaxin was exhausted because she had to shoulder the heavy responsibility of running the Huayu Temple alone and had to bear too much pressure. Chen Yuhe and Sikong Qinglan were originally calm by nature, but were forced into the dispute over the position of chief priest. They were also exhausted physically and mentally. Now that Mu Hanyan took the position of chief priest, they no longer had to fight with each other and felt relieved.
"Master Priest, this is the list of priests of the Flower Rain Temple. You can take a look at it later. These are the cultivation experiences left by the successive Master Priests. You can comprehend them, or you can go to the Xiuling Temple to find suitable divine arts to practice." An Xiaxin took out the list and pointed to the bookshelf next to it that was filled with books and notes, and said to Mu Hanyan.
There was actually nothing interesting about the roster. There were only about twenty people in the Huayu Temple, and one could get familiar with them all after a walk around. However, Mu Hanyan was somewhat interested in the cultivation experiences left by the chief priests of all generations.
"By the way, Master Priest, there is also your nameplate. You need to write your name on it and seal it to confirm your identity." Chen Yuhe pointed to the token that An Xiaxin had just handed her.
This is the token of the Huayu chief priests of all generations. With the death of the previous chief priest, his name has disappeared, and Mu Hanyan needs to write her own name. After being sealed and blessed, she will become the chief priest of the Huayu Temple with full legitimacy.
Mu Hanyan didn't think much about it. She picked up the pen on the table and wrote down her name.
This time she habitually wrote her real name, using the character "Mu" instead of "Mu", but no one cared because the two characters had the same pronunciation. Even Sikong Qinglan didn't know whether she had been to Mujia Village or Mujia Village.
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