Mu Yi'an, Mu Hanyan, they really came. Kang Qingyuan and the others exchanged glances.
"Come in." Wen Rongsong said arrogantly.
As Ye Yi'an walked into the central hall, Mu Hanyan's eyes lit up.
The main hall is six to seven feet wide and more than ten feet high. Sunlight pours in obliquely from the eight windows located on the heights. Amidst the majesty, there is also a sense of mystery.
Three grey-haired priests sat under the high platform opposite, looking down at them proudly. If they guessed correctly, they should be the priests in charge of the assessment.
And a little farther away, another young priest sat side by side with them. This priest was extremely handsome, he seemed to be in his mid-twenties, but he carried a bit of childishness that didn't match his age. Unlike the other elderly priests, there was no arrogance on his face. On the contrary, he looked a little sad, with a preoccupied look.
Probably a descendant of some priest family, otherwise, it would be impossible to sit here at a young age. Mu Hanyan has never had a good impression of such a second-generation ancestor who relied on the power of the family to flourish. Of course, Miss Mu would never think about it at this time. In the minds of many people, she is actually such a second-generation ancestor. She is no better than others, and even worse.
Just looking at this person, Mu Hanyan turned her head away, but she didn't notice it. At the same time she turned her head, the young priest raised his head subconsciously, looked at her, and was completely stunned.
Not only her, but the others did not notice the strangeness on the face of the young priest. The eyes of Wen Rongsong and the others were all on Mu Yi'an and his party.
"You are Mu Yi'an?" Wen Rongsong glanced at Mu Yi'an and asked.
"Exactly." Ye Yi'an nodded neither humble nor overbearing.
"Wen Rongsong, the left priest of Xiafeng City Temple, this is Liang Gusong, the right priest, and Kang Qingyuan, the prayer priest of the temple." Wen Rongsong introduced the two people next to him.
The Continent of Gods has no distinctions of kingdoms, and the temple directly controls the entire continent, so priests also have positions. The three of them are the three highest-ranking priests under Tianfeng City's self-sacrifice, so I naturally want to introduce them.
Hearing Kang Qingyuan's name, Mu Hanyan subconsciously looked at the thin old priest, but the other didn't even look at them, just drinking tea with his head down.
This old man is so deep in the city, he is not a good stubble. Mu Hanyan thought secretly.
Kang Zi and Shang Cheng were like that, it was absolutely impossible for Kang Qingyuan to be ignorant, if it was an ordinary person, he would have shown some anger and hostility, but this old man was as calm as if nothing had happened.
As the saying goes, a barking dog does not bite, and a biting dog does not bark. This old man obviously belongs to the latter. Mu Hanyan never believed that he would just watch him become a priest, and secretly raised his vigilance in his heart.
"Mu Yi'an has met several adults." Ye Yi'an also held his breath, without even looking at Kang Qingyuan, he bowed his hands and said.
"There's no need to be too polite. Speaking of which, the wooden priest is still our predecessor, and it's not easy to be so old with the strength of a ninth-level god priest." Wen Rongsong said with some emotion.
Although he had no good intentions towards the other party, on the surface, he pretended to be amiable and showed enough respect to Ye Yi'an. This is also to prevent Ye Yi'an from becoming suspicious and spoiling the plan.
"I'm overwhelmed." Ye Yi'an said flatly.
"Are these two descendants of your Mu family? Why is one surnamed Mu and the other Ling?" Wen Rongsong asked with a smile.
"Mu Hanyan is a child of my Mu family, and Ling Baobao is a descendant of the Ling family in Keshan City. Seven thousand years ago, the Ling family left Keshan City and wandered on the mainland. A few days ago, he passed by our fief. The descendant Mu Tu's daughter Yu'er fell in love with her at first sight, she entered the Zhuomu family, and she was ready to get married as soon as she finished the priest's examination." Mu Yi'an said.
Ling Baobao had a bitter face, curled his lips, and looked as if he wanted to vomit. Although this remark was made a long time ago, it still feels wrong to my ears now. In fact, he doesn't have any bad feelings towards Mutu's precious daughter, but as soon as he talks about getting married, Miss Yu'er's dark face and fleshy body will appear in his mind, which makes him feel extremely uncomfortable.
Mu Hanyan also secretly wiped off her cold sweat. If Baobao Ling wants to participate in the priest assessment, she must have an identity, so she also knows about this marriage, it's just a cover. But when it comes to the Ling family in Keshan City, and the family's downfall seven thousand years ago, she doesn't know it at all. It's obviously Ye Yi'an's nonsense. Anyway, it happened nearly ten thousand years ago. Who would investigate it? Who can find out
This old man really has the talent to be a magic stick.
"That's congratulations to your Mu clan. We were worried that there would be no successors for Senior Mu, but we didn't expect that there would be two descendants with good qualifications. Now the Mu clan may become a blockbuster." Wen Rongsong said hypocritically.
But in my heart I was secretly ruthless: I thought there was only one Mu Hanyan, but I didn't expect there to be two. It's okay to destroy them all at once, so that you will never turn around. Dare to despise the priests of my Fengcheng Temple, this is the end!
Since these two people can pass the test of the Qi Refining Tablet outside the door and enter the temple, there is no problem with their identities, and he has no doubts at all. But he didn't know that Ye Yi'an had frightened the two young priests outside by pretending to be an X, so how could he dare to check their identities.
"Thank you for your kind words, my lord." Ye Yi'an said with a slight bow.
"Since we are the descendants of Senior Mu, we won't say much about the rules. I think you all know the danger. How about we start now?" Wen Rongsong said.
"Okay." Ye Yi'an nodded.
Although he frightened the two priests outside, he was still afraid that the night would be full of dreams, and he wished that the assessment would end as soon as possible.
"Wait!" At this moment, the young priest suddenly said.
"Priest Sikong, what's wrong?" Wen Rongsong gave Ye Yi'an an unhappy look.
"Such a lowly person is not qualified to participate in the priest assessment. It's just a waste of time." The young priest glanced at Mu Hanyan and Ling Baobao, and said with contempt.
"Who is this lord?" Ye Yi'an said displeased. He also saw this priest before, but Wen Rongsong didn't introduce his identity. Ye Yi'an thought it was some priest's younger generation who came to watch the fun, so he didn't take it to heart. He was a little dissatisfied when he heard his rude words up.
"Senior Mu, this is Kong Qinglan, the praying priest of the Flower Rain Temple. This time I came to Tianfeng City to discuss something with our chief priest. Just in time for the priest's assessment, I stopped by to observe it." Wen Rongsong introduced After a while, he said to Sikong Qinglan, "This time, recruiting priests without sticking to one pattern is a metaphor from the Lord God. Could it be that Priest Sikong is dissatisfied with the Lord God?"