"An Xiaxin, the left priest of the Huayu Temple, pay homage to the chief priest!" Just as he was wondering, he saw An Xiaxin coming in front of him, suddenly bowed down, and said respectfully.
A token was also handed over to Mu Hanyan.
"Master Zuo Priest, you are..." The other three were taken aback by this sudden move.
"Listen to me." An Xiaxin interrupted their questions, and said to Mu Hanyan solemnly, "The Flower Rain Temple has reached the last moment of life and death. Your arrival has given me hope. I have decided to enshrine you as the Lord of the Flower Rain Temple, lead us out of the predicament, and restore the glory of the Flower Rain Temple!"
"How is this possible?" Mu Hanyan didn't expect that An Xiaxin would come out like this, and looked at An Xiaxin with some doubts.
Didn't it mean that the three of them were competing for the position of officiant? For this reason, they were still hostile to their arrival, so why did they suddenly want to give up the position of officiant to themselves.
"I know what you are thinking, I did not welcome you to Huayu Temple before, one is because our cultivation resources are extremely limited and we are no longer able to support more priests, and the other is because of the position of the chief priest. "An Xiaxin saw Mu Hanyan's doubts, and continued.
Hearing that she was so open-minded, Mu Hanyan became even more puzzled.
"However, I want the position of the chief priest, but not for myself. According to the usual practice, the chief priest of the Flower Rain Temple is also entitled to participate in the sacrifice ceremony a few months later. This ceremony is held every ten thousand years. Calculated, this happens to be the first a hundred times.
According to ancient legends, a rare treasure of heaven and earth that has been dormant for millions of years will also wake up in this ritual. In order to obtain this rare treasure, the priests of the various temples will fight to the death. "An Xiaxin continued.
"You want to get this rare treasure of heaven and earth?" Mu Hanyan asked.
"Do you think I have that strength?" An Xiaxin smiled wryly.
Mu Hanyan was silent for a while, An Xiaxin was only an eighth-rank priest, and she didn't know much about the situation in other temples, but she saw it with her own eyes, Chu Yangping, the chief priest of the Fengcheng Temple. Judging from the cultivation level of the mainland, An Xiaxin and An Xiaxin are basically in the sky and on the ground. If they really want to fight to the death, she will simply die.
"I also know that I don't have that strength, but I still want to fight. According to my understanding, that rare treasure doesn't seem to be of much use to the cultivation base, but it is of great benefit to the entire temple. Therefore, for the sake of the Flower Rain Temple, I Still want to fight.
Yuhe's temperament is too weak, and Qinglan is too...too... In short, I don't want them to die. "An Xiaxin said with a sigh.
When talking about Sikong Qinglan, she was a little embarrassed, but Sikong Qinglan herself blushed, and when it came to Shen Yuhe's weak temper, his blushing at every turn was not much better.
"Hanyan, are you willing to agree to my request and become the chief priest of the Flower Rain Temple?" An Xiaxin looked at Mu Hanyan expectantly.
In her eyes, Mu Hanyan clearly saw a hint of exhaustion.
In fact, her character is not much stronger than Shen Yuhe and Sikong Qinglan, she only pretends to be reserved in order to support the Huayu Temple, and always pretends to be cold and arrogant.
Thinking of Sikong Qinglan's humiliation when she asked Fengcheng Temple before, Mu Hanyan can also imagine how difficult it is for her to support Huayu Temple, and she will inevitably suffer all kinds of stares, and even be treated lightly by people like Long Wudang Nothing can be done.
She is really tired too.
Mu Hanyan had no doubts about An Xiaxin's words. She knew that going to the god sacrifice ceremony to compete for the rare treasure was to die, but she still did not change her original intention. The position of officiant was handed over, and it could be seen that she had no selfish intentions.
Sikong Qinglan and Shen Yuhe obviously also thought of this level, looking at An Xiaxin, they were a little ashamed.
Afterwards, the two looked at Mu Hanyan at the same time, their eyes also filled with anticipation. Originally, they had no interest in the position of chief priest, but had to fight for the priests and guards who followed them. Now that even An Xiaxin had given up, they naturally wouldn't insist.
"Okay, I promise you." Mu Hanyan hesitated for a while, and finally nodded.
Of course she knows what it means to be the priest. Not only does she have to take on more responsibilities, she may even be in danger of her life, but she has already become a member of the Huayu Temple, and she can't just watch the temple decay like this. She still has to rely on the Huayu Temple to hide her identity and learn the magic of priests. If the Huayu Temple collapses like this, what should she do
Maybe you can switch to other temples, but it is not so easy to hide your identity. If you become the chief priest of Huayu Temple, who would dare to check her identity.
So, after thinking for a while, Mu Hanyan agreed to An Xiaxin's request.
"The left priest, the right priest, and the praying priest of the Huayu Temple, An Xiaxin, Shen Yuhe, and Sikong Qinglan pay their respects to the chief priest." Several people were overjoyed when they heard the words, and they all showed a relaxed look.
An Xiaxin was already exhausted because of taking up the Huayu Temple with all her strength and endured too much pressure, while Shen Yuhe and Sikong Qinglan were forced to get involved in the contest for the officiant because they were originally mediocre. Physically and mentally exhausted, now that Mu Hanyan is sitting on the officiant seat, they don't have to fight any more, instead they feel relaxed.
"Master Priest, this is the roster of priests of the Flower Rain Temple. You can take a look at it later. These are the cultivation experience left by the Lord Priest of the past generations. You can study it, or you can go to the Temple of Spiritual Practice to find suitable divine arts for cultivation." Ann Xia Xin took out the roster, pointed to the bookshelf full of books and notebooks next to it, and said to Mu Hanyan.
The roster is actually nothing to look at. There are only about 20 people in the Huayu Temple, and they are all familiar after walking around. However, Mu Hanyan is somewhat interested in the cultivation experience left by the priests of the past generations.
"By the way, Master Priest, and your name tag, you need to write your name and seal it to confirm your identity." Shen Yuhe pointed to the token that An Xiaxin gave her just now.
This is the token of the chief priest of Huayu in the past. 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 Huayu Temple .
Mu Hanyan didn't think too much, picked up the pen on the table, and wrote down Mu Hanyan's name casually.
This time she habitually wrote her real name, using the word Mu instead of Mu, but no one cared, the two characters have the same pronunciation, and even Sikong Qinglan didn't know whether it was Mu she had been to. Jiacun is still Mujiacun.