The scene suddenly fell silent, and the old patriarch was a little distracted, recalling the past.
The spirit sacrifice in Shicun is a strange stone, which has protected the ancestors of Shicun from the invasion of wild beasts for generations, and the people of Shicun also worship the essence and blood of various exotic beasts devoutly.
This is the rule of the wilderness, and it is also the prototype of Shinto.
All living beings offer sacrifices, and the sacrificial spirits protect all living beings.
Until late one night, the old willow tree came and the strange stone chose to go away. Everything changes because of this
That late night, there was lightning and thunder, heavy rain, and the storm was extremely violent. Many mountains collapsed due to thunder and lightning, mountain torrents were like the sea, and ferocious beasts were running like tides. The scene was terrifying.
At that time, a huge willow tree that reached the sky appeared in the clouds, bathed in the sea of thunder, and the lightning thickened the mountains. Thousands of willow branches turned into blazing divine chains, piercing the entire sky, as if fighting something. fighting.
Finally, the big willow tree broke, was scorched black, shrunk to its current size, fell down, and took root in the stone village. At the same time, the lightning disappeared and the torrential rain receded. That night the strange stone that was worshiped and offered in the village left.
Every time he thought of it, the old patriarch's heart trembled. The old willow tree did not move its roots from other large tribes or mountains and swamps, but fell from the sky and was damaged by endless thunder and lightning. Few people in the village knew it.
In the first few decades, it was completely charred and black, without any vitality, as if it was completely dead. It was not until ten years ago that a new green branch sprouted, and it has not changed since then.
But for decades, no wild alien species dared to invade Shicun, which was the greatest proof of Liu Shen's greatness.
The origins of the Willow God at the head of the village and the handsome young man at the end of the village are extremely mysterious.
"Maybe Liu Shen knows the identity of this young man." Shi Yunfeng, the old patriarch, secretly guessed and ordered a few young men to make a stretcher out of rattan and carry the young man to the village.
A group of children who didn't mind watching the fun also followed. One or two-year-old Shi Hao was staggering, white and round like a small ball, always lagging behind the crowd.
"Little one, you are so slow." An older child said in disgust, patted his shoulder and said with a smile, "Do you want me to carry you on my back?"
"I can...walk...by myself." Xiao Shihao's eyes widened and he said angrily.
"Ah, yes, yes, the little one can drink animal milk."
"Haha" a group of children laughed.
Many adults laughed and scolded: "When you were the same age as the little ones, didn't you also drink animal milk?"
"He is already one and a half years old, and I never drank animal milk at that time!"
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Suddenly there was a burst of laughter, and the atmosphere inside and outside Shicun was filled with joy.
Amid the sadness in the early morning, many old people looked at this scene with joy. Youth and vigor are the best things.
The village head is the outermost part of Stone Village, and beyond that is the extremely vicious wilderness world.
At the head of the village is the stone house of the old patriarch Shi Yunfeng, which is accompanied by the sacrifice spirit. Unlike other royal families and nobles who compete for power, the position of the leader in the wilderness also symbolizes responsibility, and the obligation to lead the tribe to survive in the wilderness.
This is the stone house of the clan leaders of past generations. It is located on the front line of life and death in the wilderness. If a wave of beasts attacks, the clan leader will be the first to fight.
Next to the altar of the patriarch's stone house, there is a huge piece of lightning-struck wood, more than ten meters in diameter, with dry black charcoal all over. Only on the main trunk, a weak willow tree sways gently in the wind, telling an extraordinary story.
This is Liu Shen
"Liu Shen is here."
"Please tell Shicun whether he should be taken in and whether it will bring disaster."
The old clan leader bowed down devoutly, and the clan elders behind him also started to pray. All the young and middle-aged people showed solemn expressions and worshiped.
In front of the spirit sacrifice, the usually naughty children calmed down and looked at the big willow tree in awe.
In the wilderness, the importance and honor of worshiping spirits are deeply engraved in everyone's heart.
The tribes in the wilderness are weak, no better than the great papal tribes. Tribes without the protection of sacrificial spirits will soon be submerged in the wilderness and disappear quietly without a trace of sound.
This is a serious sacrificial process, and it is also a practice that must be carried out every time after returning from hunting.
Pray that the sacrificial spirits will protect the young adults who are out and bring back enough food.
However, I picked up a young man today, which gave me an extra step.
The charred willow tree was as silent as before, and there was no reaction at all. The only willow branch was swaying in the wind. The old patriarch felt a sense of loss in his heart. It had been many years since he had seen the sacrifice of the spirit.
Everyone in Stone Village sighed, at a loss what to do, not knowing how to get out of this strange young man.
Suddenly, a little bit of green fluorescence gathered, and the Willow God moved. The only wicker on the main trunk stretched out like an arm, exuding a gleaming green glow, condensing the vitality of the world, and hanging down like a radiant divine chain. He caressed the boy's face.
In an instant, a mark of reincarnation appeared between the young man's eyebrows. In the mark, there seemed to be the sun and the moon rotating, retrograde, and the light and mist were so dense that it was difficult to see the mystery.
A little blessing from Liu Shen seemed to stimulate a certain level, like inserting a key to open a dusty door and activating the physical body.
The superficial injuries were repaired bit by bit, rejuvenated, and life was reactivated. Dao patterns were intertwined and divine brilliance overflowed.
The extraordinary is born from the ordinary. The simplest and simplest truths are all contained in ordinary things.
Liu Shen was also slightly stunned. She did not expect that there would be such a person in the lower world. In theory, such a being should not exist in this world or this universe.
Is it the same existence as myself?
Liu Shen thought about it, she experienced a life and death battle, lost her memory, and ended up living here.
When she looks back on the past and completely remembers the past, she will return and be reborn in nirvana.
"Rise from ruin, resurrect from destruction."
"Life is the greatest miracle in the world."
Liu Shen's ethereal voice sounded: "When he wakes up, let him come to see me."
"As you command!"
The old patriarch Shi Yunfeng bowed down devoutly, causing a series of worships from everyone behind him.
The decree for worshiping spirits in the wilderness is the most correct. Spirits worshiping can see things that ordinary people cannot.
Since Liu Shen agreed to take in the boy, it proved that the boy was harmless to Ishimura.
"Let this young man live in my yard." The old patriarch said firmly.
Everyone had no objection and nodded. It was not that they were not hospitable, but that everyone had families. If they were playing the game of making little people all night, and the boy suddenly woke up, the impact would be very bad.
Suddenly, a strange voice came.
"Grandpa, the patriarch, he sleeps in the little one's bed, where is the little one sleeping?"
One and a half year old little Shi Hao asked curiously
"Little one, you can sleep at my house!"
"Xiao Shihao, come to aunt's house."
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Many women and children laughed and waved to the little one.
Now little Shi Hao is pink and cute, like a fairy child, lovable, unlike his own brat who always makes trouble all day long.
There was also an old man who invited Xiao Shihao to live in his home, smiling and extremely enthusiastic.
They had watched the little boy grow up, and he was the group favorite of Shicun. Some old people who had no children saw him as their grandson.
The old patriarch Shi Yunfeng said with a smile: "Little one, your bed is too small and doesn't fit him. Let's make a new one."
Just do what you say, the people of the wilderness, the soul of the wilderness, never contain the lake.
Four or five women helped, and a brand new wooden bed appeared. Considering that this was a distinguished guest appointed by Liu Shen, the old patriarch specially covered it with a precious animal skin.
As night falls, the old patriarch is cooking in front of the stove in the courtyard. The white juice in the clay pot is boiling, and the milk is fragrant. He is boiling animal milk. In addition, he adds some herbs and other herbs into it from time to time and stirs it slowly with a wooden spoon.
"Little one, come here and eat." The old patriarch shouted with a smile.
The little one lost his parents when he was half a year old and grew up eating the milk of all kinds of animals. Now he is one year and a few months old. If he were an ordinary child, he should have been weaned long ago, but he still eats very sweet food and refuses to wean. It falls and is often teased by older children.
But the little one remained unchanged, as if he had a special passion for animal milk.
"Thank you, Grandpa Patriarch."
The little one held the clay pot with a smile and scooped out the sweet milk with a wooden spoon, with a satisfied expression on his face.
Suddenly, the little boy glanced at the boy on the bed and asked in a low voice: "Grandpa, the patriarch, why doesn't this sick brother wake up?"
The old patriarch Shi Yunfeng was silent for a moment, thinking about the rumors he heard when he was young and wandering in the wilderness. Some strong men would fall into a deep sleep due to injuries. If there are divine objects to nourish their energy and blood, they can wake up quickly.
But Shicun is just an ordinary mountain village, worshiping the ordinary Willow God. He is a useless old man and adopts a weak and pitiful little one. There is no such thing as a god.
"Alas...he lacks nutrition." The old patriarch Shi Yunfeng sighed and explained patiently in words that Xiao Shi Hao could understand.
"Oh, lack of nutrition." The little one thought thoughtfully and looked at the milky white liquid in his clay pot.
I heard the aunts and others say that the milk of all animals is the most nutritious food, and the children will feel better after eating it.
"Oops, I forgot to turn off the fire." The old patriarch Shi Yunfeng looked at the light of fire outside the window, immediately blamed himself for the old lake, and quickly ran into the yard to put out the fire.
The little one took advantage of this opportunity, slipped out of his cot, walked carefully to the sick boy's side, and then said with a bit of reluctance: "This is the most cherished animal milk, the little one. You will definitely get better after eating it."
The wooden spoon gently touched the sick boy's lips, and the pure sweet smell filled his mouth. It was inexplicably familiar, but it was not this taste.
He still prefers fox milk.
"Snapped……"
The sick boy didn't like the taste, so he instinctively turned around and refused. Then, based on inertia, he shook his arm slightly and instantly knocked the little boy's milk can to the ground.
There was a crisp sound, the clay pot fell apart, and the hot animal milk flowed all over the floor.
There are tears in the eyes of the little one. I kindly asked you to drink milk, but you actually knocked over my milk bottle!
It is unbearable!
"Woooooooo..."
The little one couldn't help it, tears fell like pearls, and she cried whenever she wanted.
The noisy crying reached the sick boy's ears, like the straw that broke the camel's back, waking him up.
"Something happened!"
The old patriarch Shi Yunfeng was shocked. Hearing the crying, he quickly ran back to his house.
Then I saw a scene like this, a little one with red eyes, a mutilated clay pot, and a sick boy who had just woken up and was sitting on the bed with a confused look on his face. A little milky white was looming at the corner of his mouth.
"Grandpa Patriarch, the clay pot was knocked over." The little boy said very aggrievedly, his stomach growling.
Shi Yunfeng, who seemed to understand what was going on, couldn't laugh or cry, and kept saying: "As long as everything is fine, it's fine. It's fine as long as everything is fine."
The sick boy on the bed also came to his senses at this time and understood something. Looking at the tragedy he had created in front of him, he couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth.
He was a majestic emperor, but he was reduced to bullying young children.
"Don't cry about that." Zhang Ruoxu said helplessly: "How about I give you a new jar?"
He saw a jar placed on his bedside. It was the clay jar that had accompanied him through the years.
Although much has been erased by the power of time, it is still a sacred object.
It would also be a good idea to repay the kindness of the grandfather and grandson for rescuing him.
"real?!"
The little boy suddenly raised his head, tears stopping in mid-air.
A child's sadness goes as quickly as it comes.
When Zhang Ruoxu nodded seriously and handed over the pottery pot, the little one beamed.
The old patriarch immediately breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that this young man was not a villain. He was willing to reason with a child. His patience was beyond the level of ninety-nine people the old patriarch had ever seen.
"Little one, thank you for this brother."
The old patriarch lovingly touched the little head and reminded him. While taking it from Zhang Ruoxu, he also inspected the pot. It was extremely hard and looked like a treasure.
Maybe it will be helpful for the little one’s future growth.
"Thank you, sick brother." The little boy said seriously, blinking his big red eyes like a little white rabbit.
"Wait... little one."
Zhang Ruoxu seemed to realize something, his smile suddenly stiffened, he looked back at the old patriarch and asked, "Where is this place?"
"Dahuang, Shicun." The old patriarch replied seriously
"Is the sacrifice in Shicun a willow tree?!" Zhang Ruoxu asked quickly
The old patriarch Shi Yunfeng was immediately shocked and said with a bit of awe: "Do you know Liu Shen?"
Could it be that he was an old friend of Liu Shen, a big shot from the ancient holy land? !
He had seen the image of Willow God bathing in the sea of thunder, and knew that the sacrifices to the spirits in his village were extraordinary.
Zhang Ruoxu smiled and said nothing, looking straight at the little one, feeling eager to try.
You have to hit someone as early as possible. Overturning Emperor Huangtian's milk can, who can achieve this feat in all the ages? !
The old patriarch was surprised. In the past, Zhang Ruoxu was reluctant to part with his own clay pot. The clay pot in the hands of a big man might be an extremely precious divine object. He quickly said: "It's just a clay pot. I'll get another one tomorrow. I'll give this clay pot back..."
"No, it's just a little one, so just give it to him."
Zhang Ruoxu smiled and said meaningfully: "I want to ask, has this child been drinking animal milk?"
The old patriarch was slightly startled, what the hell kind of question is this.
The little boy held the clay pot and asked curiously: "Brother Sick, do you also like to drink animal milk?"
"Not happy...well, happy..."
"The milk I drink is not the same milk as yours."
Zhang Ruoxu said righteously, pinched the little girl's fair face, touched her hair, and couldn't help but smile.
This is a little guy, this is Shi Hao, this is Emperor Huang Tian!
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There are not many opportunities to be so unscrupulous.
Zhang Ruoxu said silently in his heart.
On the top of the immortal world, proud of the world, if there is me, there will be heaven!
Even if I carry a milk can on my back and need one hand to suppress Emperor Huangtian, I, Zhang Ruoxu, will still be invincible in the world!
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