Wen Gaoren's accompanying priests were stunned, unable to speak a word for a long time.
"How is it possible, how did she do it?" Wen Gaoren himself was in disbelief.
No matter Mu Hanyan's jerky hand formulas before or the last formulas he used, he obviously learned them secretly from him. I never thought that my set of formation techniques could have such a change.
Recalling the tactics Mu Hanyan used before, he even felt that all the formations he had learned in the past 80 years were all for nothing.
"Master Wen, dinner is ready." Ling Baobao's words interrupted Wen Gaoren's thoughts.
"What, what meal are you serving?" Wen Gaoren looked at Ling Baobao blankly.
"As you said just now, if my lord priest can restore the Star Thunder God Formation, you will eat all the meteorite gold." Ling Baobao said with a smirk.
Wen Gaoren blushed, and the priests who followed him lowered their heads in shame. Thinking of the cynicism and sarcasm they had just given to Mu Hanyan, they wished they could find a crack in the ground and go down.
"Master Wen, please eat slowly, drink some tea, don't choke." Ling Baobao handed a cup of hot tea up, and added by the way, "By the way, these meteorites are now my master's priest, remember after you finish eating To make up."
Wen Gaoren regretted it. He knew that he should have rejected Ling Baobao just now when he was pulling him. It would be better to just embed him in the wall, at least he would not have to lose face like this.
All the priests of the Huayu Temple finally couldn't help laughing, even An Xiaxin, Sikong Qinglan and others were no exception. A bit of awe.
Obviously, Wen Gaoren, like Long Wudang, was pitted by Mu Hanyan, and lost so much meteorite gold for no reason.
This priest, lord, is really insidious and despicable, but they like it.
If Mu Hanyan knew what they were thinking, he would have to yell for injustice again. God proved that she had no intention of cheating Wen Gaoren at all, it was all caused by Ling Baobao. Previously, Wen Gaoren deliberately provoked Wen Gaoren, so that he could not calmly comprehend the formation, so that he failed repeatedly, and then sprinkled salt on the wounds one after another, provoking him to make a bet.
If you really want to say mean and shameless, it is also Ling Baobao who is mean and shameless. But this kind of baby Ling, Miss Mu also likes it very much.
"Baby Ling, don't be rude to the master." However, seeing Wen Gaoren's face flushed as red as a pig's liver, Mu Hanyan still couldn't stand it anymore.
You have to forgive others and forgive others. Although this Wen Gaoren is a little arrogant and greedy, he has real talents and practical learning, and Mu Hanyan doesn't want to hurt his face too much.
Ling Baobao didn't think that he would really have trouble with Wen Gaoren, so he scratched his head and retreated.
"Master Wen laughed. I have been looking through ancient books these days, and I have read the notes and letters left by the priests of the past generations for countless times, but I have never found a way to restore the formation. I just saw Master Wen's amazing method. I just took a risk and tried it, but I didn’t expect it to be successful, thank you for your kindness, master!" Mu Hanyan bowed to Wen Gaoren.
What she said was from the bottom of her heart, if it wasn't for Wen Gaoren, it would have taken her to figure it out on her own, and she didn't know how long it would take to comprehend the Star Thunder God Formation, so her eyes were full of sincerity, without the slightest hint of joking.
"The officiant is too humble, I can't bear this gift." With Wen Gaoren's experience, he could see that Mu Hanyan's words were sincere, and quickly replied.
He's not a fool, how could he not know that Mu Hanyan's words were helping him save face, or in other words, he was putting money on his face, and he was ashamed and grateful at the same time.
"It's getting late, Master Wen will stay at our Huayu Temple today, Lord Sikong, please prepare a banquet." Mu Hanyan said to Sikong Qinglan.
"No need, no need." Wen Gaoren said with embarrassment, how could he stay in Huayu Temple, and declined.
Mu Hanyan didn't force it either, she was just trying to save Wen Gaoren some face, but she didn't really want to prepare any banquet. It's not that he is stingy, nor does he hold a grudge against Wen Gaoren, but that there is really not much leftover food in the Huayu Temple, and there are still several months until the harvest of the farmland, so save as much as you can.
Alas, Mu Hanyan himself felt sad when he was the officiant.
"Let's go." Wen Gaoren said to the accompanying priest.
He didn't mention all kinds of meteorites piled up like small hills, and of course Mu Hanyan didn't mention either. Save face, save face, bet is bet, and spit out the fat in your mouth? She is not a fool.
"Wen Gaoren, get out!" At this moment, a loud roar came from outside the hall.
Wen Gaoren's face changed slightly, and he walked out quickly.
Mu Hanyan and An Xiaxin looked at each other strangely, put away the pile of meteorite gold, and walked out quickly.
As soon as they got outside the hall, the faces of Mu Hanyan and the others darkened.
I saw two young guards lying at the entrance of the hall, spitting blood, looking angry and ashamed, they were Sikong Qinglan's followers Yan Qingshan and Qi Ming. Just now a group of priests, including many common people, followed into the hall to watch the fun. Yan Qingshan and Qi Ming kept their duties and stayed outside, but they did not expect to be injured at the entrance of the hall, and it seemed that they were still seriously injured.
More than a dozen young men in black sacrificial robes stood outside the door, looking at the crowd walking out of the hall with a smile on their faces, looking extremely arrogant. Obviously, Yan Qingshan and Qi Ming were injured by their hands.