Immediately, An Xiaxin chanted while dancing like Sikong Qinglan, it turned out that dancing the great god was not his patent. One after another sealing tricks were played, and I saw a pillar of light falling from the sky, projecting on the token, and Mu Hanyan's name also flashed with a piece of silver light, as if it was deeply imprinted into the token.

Mu Hanyan was slightly startled, and suddenly realized that he seemed to have ignored something.

"This token is not only the name plate of the Lord Priest, but also the natal soul card, at this time on the altar of the main temple, the fire of the soul of the Lord Priest should have been burned, and it will not be long before the major temples will receive the news that the Lord has ascended to the position of the chief priest. An Xiaxin saw Mu Hanyan's slightly surprised look and explained.

Mu Hanyan knew what she had overlooked, it turned out that this was a natal soul card, and it was related to the main temple, she accidentally wrote her real name, and she didn't know if there would be any trouble.

However, An Xiaxin has already finished dancing the Great God, and it is too late to say anything now, she can only hope that her news has not yet reached the Continent of Gods, and no one knows her true identity yet.

Distant wasteland, ancient temple, on the altar that had gone through millions of years, rows of candle flames flickered gently, and suddenly, a mysterious light flashed, and a candle flame that had long been extinguished burst out a few sparks and burned again.

"Flower Rain Temple!" the man in front of the altar frowned.

His face was grim, and he looked like he was in his early middle-aged, but if he looked closely, his eyebrows were full of traces of wind and frost, full of exhaustion, like an old man who was hundreds of years old.

He is the master of the Divine Continent - the Divine Lord!

"Lord God, it seems that Lord Chikusa is about to wake up. At that moment, a young priest hurried over and said with a beaming face.

"Really?" the Divine Lord stood up sharply, a look of surprise in his eyes.

"Well, let them fend for themselves. The Divine Lord walked quickly out of the main temple, and as he was leaving, he looked at the flickering fire of the Divine Soul's natal life, and whispered to himself. As for the name on the natal soul card, he didn't even bother to look at it.

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On the second floor of the Flower Rain Temple, Mu Hanyan looked at the cultivation experience left by the chief priests of the past dynasties, but there were faint sounds of quarrels in his ears.

"Master Priest Zuo, although Lord Mu defeated Long Wudang just now and helped us a lot, and we are also grateful to her, but this position of chief priest has been passed down from generation to generation by successive ancestors, and it is probably a little inappropriate to hand it over to outsiders like this. ”

"Lord Right Priest, I still want to think twice about this matter, and I would like to ask a few more adults to consider it carefully. ”

"Lord Sikong, although the previous chief priest did not say it explicitly when he was dying, he has always had high hopes for you all these years, so he gave up the position of the chief priest to others, I am afraid that I will live up to his old man's hard work. ”

"Actually, we all admire Lord Mu's strength and character, or the three adults draw lots to decide who will be the main priest, and the position left by Lord Mu will be filled, whether it is the left priest, the right priest or the prayer priest, we have nothing to say. ”

"Yes, yes, whether it is the left priest, the right priest, or the prayer priest, we have no two words. ”

The quarrel was not heated, or rather, it was more like a request. After all, Mu Hanyan had just repelled Long Wudang and saved them, and also saved the reputation of the Flower Rain Temple, and then generously distributed those pills to everyone, and all the priests were grateful and admired her, so they also maintained due respect between their words.

Mu Hanyan didn't think it was strange, such a result had long been expected by her.

According to the tradition of the Flower Rain Temple, after the death of the previous chief priests, the new chief priests are selected from the left priest, the right priest and the prayer priest, and these priests are also passed down from generation to generation.

This is probably an important reason why the Flower Rain Temple can be inherited to this day and still stand tall in the face of such a predicament.

Mu Hanyan had just come to the Huayu Temple for a day, and the three high priests gave up the position of the main priest, and for a while, it was no wonder that others couldn't figure it out.

In fact, they are willing to let Mu Hanyan serve as the left priest or the right priest, or the priest of prayer, they can already see their identification with Mu Hanyan, after all, according to tradition, these positions have never fallen into the hands of outsiders, and they are all held by the disciples of the three major priests in turn, and they are passed down from generation to generation.

"Don't say anything, we've made up our minds. Sikong Qinglan waved his hand and said.

Although he was the weakest of the three priests, the priests and guards who followed him were also the most loyal, and as long as he did make up his mind, the others rarely objected.

Sure enough, seeing his resolute attitude, the argument immediately became much quieter.

"I know you guys don't understand, but the Flower Rain Temple has reached the last moment of life and death, even if I don't say it, I'm afraid you also know that with the ability of the three of us, it is not enough to lead the Flower Rain Temple out of the predicament.

You have all seen Mu Hanyan's strength and courage, and only she can help the Flower Rain Temple rise again and reproduce its former glory. An Xiaxin said loudly.

The priest guards around were silent, they all grew up with An Xiaxin and the others, and even watched them grow up, and they knew their personalities best. Although An Xiaxin has pretended to be cold and arrogant in order to establish the image of the left priest and maintain the image of the Flower Rain Temple in recent years, everyone knows that her temperament is actually not stronger than Shen Yuhe, Sikong Qinglan and the others, and it is indeed impossible to rely on them to lead the Flower Rain Temple out of the predicament.

And from Mu Hanyan's previous battle with Long Wudang, he had to be scheming, resourceful, and resolute, and there was no slightest bit of mud and water, obviously more suitable than An Xiaxin and a few others to serve as the main priest.

As for strength, not to mention, although her true strength was not assessed in the end, so that her sacrificial robe was only embroidered with an eighth-order cloud pattern, but everyone knew that her strength was likely to be a cut above An Xiaxin's three.

"Lord Priest Zuo is right, if we want to keep the Flower Rain Temple, we can only do it by Mu Hanyan. Shen Yuhe also said firmly.

Hearing several high priests say this, even if the others are unwilling, it is difficult for them to say anything more.

"My subordinates pay a visit to the chief priest. In the evening, when Mu Hanyan walked down the stairs, led by An Xiaxin, a group of priest guards bowed and saluted.

Although they still didn't quite accept Mu Hanyan as the main priest in their hearts, since the three high priests had made up their minds, they could only let it go.