"Master Wen, you don't have to worry about it. As the saying goes, the sky's net is extensive and sparse. People like this kind of unkind, unjust, loyal and unfilial people will have retribution one day. If there is a chance, I will help you clean up the door." Han Yan said comfortingly, but she didn't talk too much, not to mention that the Huayu Temple is in decline, even in its heyday, it is probably impossible to punish the priests of other temples at will.
"You don't have to worry about such trivial matters." Wen Gaoren didn't take her words to heart.
"Master Priest, the residences of Master Wen and others have been arranged." Sikong Qinglan and An Xiaxin stepped forward and said.
Wen Gaoren's entourage priests were with them. Although the current Huayu Temple can't compare with the Lingyu Temple, it is still better than those who are homeless in the wilderness, so they are not dissatisfied.
"Excuse me, my lords." Wen Gaoren said politely.
"By the way, there is also the priesthood of Master Wen. I am going to resign as the left priest and let Master Wen take over." An Xiaxin said.
She also knew that it was impossible for Mu Hanyan to devote all his energy to the formation, and the priest ceremony was the most important thing. Wen Gaoren's joining would be of great benefit to the Huayu Temple, so she didn't want to treat him badly.
"Then let Senior Sister An be my right priest." Shen Yuhe said immediately.
"Leave my praying priest to Senior Sister Shen." Sikong Qinglan followed up.
"No, I don't want to dance like you." Shen Yuhe refused.
A few black lines stood up on Mu Hanyan's forehead. It turned out that they also knew how to dance the Great God.
"I appreciate the kindness of the adults. I didn't want to work for the Lingyu Temple at the beginning, but I didn't want to be distracted and waste my practice. This time, the Lord Priestess is willing to take me in. I, Wen Gaoren, am grateful, how dare I covet a few Please take back your priesthood." Wen Gaoren declined.
"Then how can it be done, Master Wen is above us regardless of strength and prestige, it is a great honor for us to join the Huayu Temple, if we don't even have a priesthood, people will think that our Huayu Temple regards itself as noble and ignorant of etiquette. "An Xiaxin said firmly.
With Wen Gaoren's cultivation and formation attainments, no matter which temple he is in, he will be reused. In the past, he was unwilling to do so in Lingyu City, but if it is still like this in Huayu Temple, outsiders will inevitably make irresponsible remarks. They don't want to ruin the reputation of Huayu Temple.
"In this case, if there are any other vacancies for priesthood, I will just choose one at random." Wen Gaoren is not a pedantic person, so he could think of this, so he didn't insist anymore.
"Except for the few of us and the priest, all other priesthoods are vacant." An Xiaxin said shyly.
If you want to change to another temple, once there is a priesthood vacancy, whoever squeezes in with a broken head, after all, having a priesthood means having more abundant cultivation resources and a greater chance to stand out. But Huayucheng was so poor that he could hardly fill his stomach, and there were no extra resources for cultivation, so no one was interested in priesthood.
"Then, Priest An Ling." Wen Gaoren thought for a while and said.
"Pfft!" A follower puffed out. It was the young priest who had just said that Mu Hanyan was a good priest, and when his lord became the priest, he would take an An Ling priest and let her be the priest.
Originally, he wanted to make fun of Mu Hanyan with the post of priest of Anling, but he didn't expect his lord to choose such a priesthood. Wen Gaoren himself thought it was nothing, but he felt his face was so hot that he was slapped hard of.
"Isn't that appropriate?" An Xiaxin said hesitantly. Although the priest of An Ling is also a priest, he is the lowest among them. Apart from jumping to the gods during funerals, he has nothing to do at all.
"What's wrong with this? I don't think there are many people left in Huayu City. This priest of Anling is just at leisure, and he won't waste my practice. It's just right." Wen Gaoren said, this is his real intention.
"Okay, let's follow Master Wen's wishes." Mu Hanyan didn't persuade him any more.
However, imagining the appearance of this old man who is so tall and arrogant, why does it feel so strange
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The farmland to the west of Huayu City, which has been abandoned for many years, is covered with a fine layer of emerald green. Although the wind is still howling in the wilderness, the tender seedlings are only slightly swaying, showing vigorous vitality.
The farmland behind the temple is golden, and the people in the city are busy harvesting crops. Although they are sweating profusely, everyone's face is filled with happy smiles.
And in the nearby pen, there were also the humming and crowing of pigs, sheep, chickens and ducks from time to time.
Although the ancient temple still has a sense of vicissitudes and antiquity, and there are only a few scattered figures on the avenue in front, the current Huayu City is obviously no longer the previous Huayu City, and the current Huayu Temple is no longer the same. Then there is the former Flower Rain Temple. Not as lifeless as before, but with a bit more vitality and hope.
"Master Wen, thank you very much. If it weren't for you, Huayu City wouldn't know how long it would take to have such a scene." Mu Hanyan said gratefully to Wen Gaoren.
Eighteen of the twenty-four main formations of the Huayu Temple have been repaired, and the materials used are basically meteorite materials donated by Wen Gaoren, even though they were all won by Ling Baobao as a bet. It was said that it was a trick, but without the help of Wen Gaoren and a few priests, and Mu Hanyan alone, it would not take a year or so to restore it to this level.
No matter how high the talent is, it still needs to be tempered by practice. In this respect, Wen Gaoren, who has devoted himself to the art of formation for more than 80 years, is still much better than Mu Hanyan.
"Your High Priest, you are being polite. I have benefited a lot from following you these days. If it weren't for your guidance, I might not be able to comprehend the principles of formations in my life. If I really want to say thank you, I should be the one to thank you." You are right." Wen Gaoren bowed deeply, and said with emotion, without any compliment in it.
Mu Hanyan didn't have any views on sects, and never had the habit of keeping secrets, so he taught Wen Gaoren the way of formation that he learned from the Eight Desolation God's Fall. It was only then that Wen Gaoren realized that Mu Hanyan's victory in the last bet was by no means a fluke. Her understanding of the art of battle and her savvy were simply not comparable to her own.
What's even more commendable is that she doesn't hide any secrets, as long as she speaks, she knows everything.
"By the way, Lord Priest, how did you think about what I said last time?" Wen Gaoren asked.
"What's the matter?" Mu Hanyan asked casually.
"It's about worshiping you as a teacher." Wen Gaoren said seriously.
It came again and again, Mu Hanyan suddenly felt dizzy.