Looking at the warblings and swallows in front of him, and even Xiaoqing Xiaoyu and others with some tears in the corners of their eyes, Wang Fan felt inexplicably much better and relaxed.
Although he had only known these maids for a short time, he could feel that these maids really cared about him.
Moreover, it has been a long time since he felt like home.
Wang Fan looked at Xiao Qing and the other maids and chuckled, "Of course I know. How could I not know about such a big event as the canonization of our temple? As for who the Holy Son is, hehe, of course he is your senior brother.
Already."
"Tch, senior brother, please stop joking."
"Oh, senior brother, you can't make this a joke. If the elders find out, there will be trouble."
"Senior brother just knows how to joke and ignores you."
The group of maids were stunned at first when they heard Wang Fan's words, and then they couldn't help but roll their eyes.
They were all speechless, obviously not believing what Wang Fan said.
Although they also knew that Wang Fan was very powerful and extraordinary, they still did not believe that Wang Fan was the Holy Son who was about to be canonized.
"Why, you don't believe it?" Wang Fan looked at the maids who rolled their eyes and was a little speechless.
What kind of expression is this? Is he that bad? He is just a saint, so why can’t he be himself?
"Believe it, of course we believe it, senior brother, you are the most powerful."
"Yes, in our hearts, senior brother, you are the Holy Son."
Xiaoqing, Xiaoyu and others saw that Wang Fan was unhappy and said quickly.
Wang Fan had a dark face and didn't want to speak anymore.
This is really heartbreaking!
Wang Fan stayed in the palace for a while, having some fun with the maids, then left the palace and went to the residence arranged for him by the sect.
There was nothing to say all night, and soon the next day came.
The genius had just dawned and Wang Fan was meditating with his eyes closed in the yard when Zi Yan ran in.
"Junior brother Wang Fan, why are you still here? Come on, come on, the canonization ceremony of the temple gate is about to begin. Let's go and watch the ceremony quickly."
As soon as Zi Yan came in, she rushed to Wang Fan and grabbed Wang Fan's arm.
Wang Fan was speechless looking at the familiar Zi Yan.
This woman really doesn't look like a ninth-level monk of Immortal Master, let alone a genius student from Shenyi Academy.
"Oh, I know." He responded weakly, and could only stand up, and was pulled out of the small courtyard by Zi Yan.
The other disciples of Shenyi College looked at this scene and almost wanted to beat Wang Fan to death.
They couldn't understand why Junior Sister Zi Yan was so enthusiastic about this ant casual cultivator?
Especially looking at Wang Fan's face, which seemed to be a little impatient, they really wanted to punch him.
Soon, the group left the small courtyard and arrived at the Shinto Square at the temple gate.
Shinto Plaza is the most sacred place in the Shrine Gate, and many major events in the Shrine Gate are held here.
When Wang Fan and his party arrived, many monks had already arrived at Shinto Square.
The huge square was divided into more than a dozen areas, and each area had countless seats.
Of course, the closer to the front, the more noble the status.
At a glance, the number of monks who came to watch the ceremony today, plus the disciples of the temple sect, must be at least tens of thousands.
Wang Fan looked at this scene and couldn't help but was speechless again.
He really didn't expect that just a canonization ceremony would attract so many top sects and powerful people to watch the ceremony.
Shenyi Academy is in the center of the Holy Land and is also a top power, so the location of Shenyi Academy is also near the front.
Soon, the group sat down at the designated location, and Zi Yan naturally sat next to Wang Fan.
"Senior Brother Wang Fan, can you continue telling me stories?" As soon as Wang Fan sat down, Zi Yan spoke urgently and secretly.
Wang Fan had a dark look on his face, please, sister, they are holding a canonization ceremony, but you asked me to tell you a story, is this really appropriate?
He said in a speechless voice, "Junior Sister Zi Yan, the story has been told. I have no more stories to tell. Aren't you curious about the Holy Son at the temple gate? Let's hurry up and watch the ceremony."
When Wang Fan said this, he originally just wanted to change the subject. Unexpectedly, Zi Yan became excited immediately after hearing it:
"Senior Brother Wang Fan, you are right. I am also really curious about who the Holy Son is."
"By the way, I will tell you something secretly, but you are not allowed to tell me. I heard that several of my senior brothers are planning to challenge the Holy Son later."
Wang Fan was speechless.
He had expected this kind of thing.
However, he still glanced at the few disciples of Shenyi Academy in front of him.
Are these people the only ones who want to challenge him? He just hesitates.
As time passed, soon the emperor, the master of the temple gate, came to the high platform with several elders.
He first clasped his fists slightly towards the visitors below, and in an instant, the entire scene became quiet.
When the emperor saw that the scene was quiet, he said, "Thank you all for coming to attend the canonization ceremony of my temple. I am very grateful."
No one spoke below, they all just looked at the emperor with burning eyes.
The emperor didn't waste any words. After thanking him, he coughed lightly and continued, "As we all know, there has always been an unwritten rule in the rules of my temple gate."
"That is, each generation must choose a holy son to lead the younger generations and take over the position of sect leader in the future."
"Due to the incompetence of our temple sect, we have not been able to cultivate outstanding disciples over the years, so we have never selected a Holy Son."
"But thanks to the will of heaven, in this generation, our temple gate finally has a suitable candidate for the Holy Son."
"As the saying goes, if you want to wear a crown, you must bear its weight. Since our temple sect dares to confer the title of Holy Son, we are naturally not afraid of any challenges."
"As the Holy Son, I will definitely be a figure who can outshine the contemporary generation. The canonization ceremony will be over later. If you have any doubts about the disciples of my temple, you can come on stage to challenge me."
"As long as there is someone of the same level today who can defeat the Holy Son of our Temple Sect, then our Temple Sect will immediately cancel this canonization ceremony, abandon the Holy Son, and choose another day."
"If the Holy Son is lucky enough to be better than the same level, then I hope that everyone will help the Holy Son when he walks out in the future. The Emperor would like to thank you all."
The emperor's expression was very solemn and solemn.
At this moment, the old man no longer has the majesty of a strong man.
It was as if he was carrying a heavy burden, entrusting him with important tasks and completing his mission.
The monks from the sect who were watching the ceremony below also looked at the emperor with solemn expressions.
At this moment, no one spoke, and the scene was eerily quiet.
They are also very curious, who is the legendary Holy Son?
The emperor dared to say these words. Obviously, that holy son must be extraordinary.
However, they really couldn't imagine when such a talented person appeared in the temple gate.
Naturally, the emperor had no intention of whetting his appetite. He took a deep breath and said loudly, "Now this emperor announces that the canonization ceremony will officially begin. Please invite the Holy Son!"
Along with his voice, several elders beside him also respectfully said, "Please, Holy Son!"
The sound is like thunder, shaking the sky!
When the elders shouted the three words "please invite the Holy Son", they even bent down slightly. This obviously represented their respect for the Holy Son.