The sacrifice is over.
The gods say that the system has not yet been established, and they only need to offer sacrifices once a year on the 15th day of July to protect themselves from ghosts and gods, so the tribe is relatively relaxed.
"The sacrifices this time are a little small. The gods don't say anything. As people in the world, we should take this as a warning and make sure to gather three sacrifices next time."
"yes."
Everyone responded.
Zhang Qi asked everyone to step back and think in the dark.
In terms of surnames, most of the people in this area, including the Zhang family, have the surname Mi, and Zhang is his surname. Now that the tribe is Xiong's, he can change his name to Xiong Qi.
Of course, he was unwilling to change and kept the Zhang family in order to inherit the Zhang family.
Zhang Qi must get back what he lost with his own hands.
The next day, everyone who witnessed the favor of the gods and killed the bear and shared its food gained unprecedented cohesion.
Gradually expand around Danshui.
The total number of savages in this area is at least over ten thousand. After organizing them, building houses, opening up wasteland, and settling down, there will be at least a thousand soldiers ready to fight.
In the Sanjing area, the Zuo family only had three thousand soldiers, which was more than enough to take down the Zhang family and avenge them.
With Tang Ping's help, Zhang Qi gained a lot of unprecedented knowledge.
Management, distribution, manufacturing, organization... are all knowledge that is kept secret in this wild area and even among the big families.
Now used to deal with savages, it is simply a dimensionality reduction attack.
Zhang Qi remembered a sentence: if you do two things well, a country will be established.
July 15th has not yet passed, and the outside world is still fighting.
There is a cave deep in the mountain.
Passing through the dark cave entrance, the belly of the cave flashes with colorful lights. There are stone tables, stone chairs, and stone beds inside.
The glow is a type of mica.
A white-haired old man was sitting in front of the stone seat, carefully grinding the mica into powder, and then adding other ingredients such as silica, realgar, onion juice, etc.
If Tang Ping were here, he would know that the person in front of him is Old Man Gongsun.
Old man Gongsun is refining a more advanced longevity recipe, which is also the foundation of spiritual practice.
Mica is the mother of cloud gas.
The ancient gods took it to live forever. Of course, it is impossible to live forever if you eat mica dry. It needs to be prepared with special materials.
He is not afraid of others stealing his knowledge. Just watching the process is useless. There is no special method for refining qi, and taking mica medicine is useless.
Gongsun Yunzi lived more than 180 years.
He became famous as a young man and was quite magical. The big clan of Jing Kingdom sent people to recruit him many times, but they were rejected one by one. Later, he came to value the Zuo family mountain range, so he came to live in seclusion here. The condition was to refine a mica recipe for the Zuo family every once in a while. .
"Cough cough cough..."
At this time, old man Gongsun coughed violently, his voice was like iron, his mouth and nose were bleeding, and there was a thick smell of sulfur in his blood.
He quickly took the mica. After a while, his face flushed, his complexion improved a lot, and the tattoos on his skin regained their luster.
He wiped away the blood, listening to the howling of ghosts and wolves not far away, and a trace of resentment flashed in his eyes.
"Tang Shen..."
The name almost came out through gritted teeth.
Old man Gongsun took out a jade pendant and rubbed it carefully, a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes.
"Time waits for us not."
Old man Gongsun sighed.
Cultivation is difficult, and if you want to break through, revenge is not easy.
For some reason, a very interesting and intelligent young man came to his mind.
It's a pity that I'm just too lazy.
Cultivation itself is competing with God for destiny. You can't miss a minute or a second. You will waste time and regret it when you run out of time.
The person that Old Man Gongsun was thinking about was lying under the shade of the tree, watching the little frog perform.
I saw the frog throw the lotus leaf hat, then jump up, step on the lotus leaf hat, jump forward three meters, the lotus leaf hat automatically returned to the top of the head, and then was thrown out and stepped on again.
Five times in a row, the frog formed a small dot in the air, and then slowly fell. When it was about to land, it threw out the hat and stepped on the hat to land smoothly.
"Okay!! It's too strong!"
Tang Ping stood up and applauded. It would be good to have a little more variety in an ordinary life, but there is no point in being bitter and resentful all day long.
"Quack."
The frog's little eyes flashed with pride.
"Let's take a rest after eating." Tang Ping took out the ghost rice. After one ghost and one frog ate, the frog went back to rest, while Tang Ping looked at the banyan tree without moving for a while.
"You seem to have grown taller?"
The amplitude is very small, estimated to be less than one centimeter.
As the god of banyan trees, Tang Ping could naturally feel that banyan trees more than 20 meters tall would generally stop growing. What happened when they suddenly grew taller today?
I have never been in this situation in the past ten years.
Tang Ping thought for a long time and suddenly thought of something.
"Could it be that eating the tributes from mortal sacrifices will strengthen the underworld contract?"
Tang Ping thought.
This was the only possibility. He opened his Dharma Eyes and saw the earthy earth energy in the ground, gathering faintly to form a certain shape, which seemed to be the shape of a dragon.
"As expected."
Tang Ping suddenly realized that this was the function of sacrifice in the underworld.
For ordinary ghosts, sacrifices in the world are a great tonic; for underground masters, they have an additional function of improving the underworld contract.
If the banyan tree continues to grow, will it break through to the underworld?
What is the function of the underground earth energy forming a snake shape?
It seems that Tang Ping's own development of Mingqi is still rough, and it is not just as simple as these few functions.
The amplitude is smaller this time, probably because the sacrificial ceremony is not very formal. Once you have the three animals and Shen Yu, it will probably be faster.
"Speaking of which, next time you conclude a contract with the underworld, can you also conclude a contract with the earthly world?"
The underground is the master, the underground is the master, so isn’t the land in the world also the earth?
Except for the first day of time travel, Tang Ping had never really been in contact with the underworld. He didn't even know about the mortal cities and related forces, and knew nothing about them.
Mainly he is a ghost who doesn't want to take risks.
Even if it goes out, it will not run around. It will stay for a while at most and then go back if no prey comes to it.
After all, compared to a small profit, he still thinks that the strategy is important.
Even if he knew that human sacrifice could increase the underworld contract and develop something different, he would not rush to take risks and look for opportunities.
It seemed as if he could only live for a day or two.
Tang Ping still has more than a hundred years to live, so he will take his time and make steady progress.
so……
"Improve your proficiency first, and then take a nap."
Tang Ping entered the wooden house.
Ding dong ding dong ding dong…
The moment the door closed, there was a sound of knocking wooden fish from the outside.
Wow!
He opened the door, but there was no one outside. The grass and trees were shaking slightly, as if something had rushed in.
close the door.
Ding dong ding dong ding dong dong... the funny sound of knocking wooden fish was heard, and there was even the sound of knocking gong.
This time, Tang Ping did not open the door. He sneaked into the banyan tree and instantly saw the outside world.
boom!
He suddenly opened the door and saw numerous ghost figures in front of him.
The leading ghost was short, probably two heads shorter than me.
The head is round, wearing a tiger skin hat, the eyes are very small, about the size of a mung bean, the nose is black, and there are three black hairs on the left and right sides.
It turned out to be a rat spirit, and it was making tiptoeing movements at this moment.
Next to him are six smaller rat ghosts, carrying gongs and wooden fish-like instruments, surrounded by ordinary ghost soldiers.
Ding dong ding dong ding dong…
As the rhythm sounded, the rat spirit took the lead, and a group of ghosts and ghosts walked towards the wooden house in surprisingly unison.
At this time, he bumped into Tang Ping.
"Who are you?" Tang Ping asked.
This is the first time I have seen such a funny monster.
