Comprehension Starts With Cultivating Spiritual Roots

Yang Buyi felt that he was being lifted up, and vaguely heard words like "God".

Because of their arrival, the Mu Ling tribe was very lively tonight. Everyone gathered outside a stone house and looked inside curiously.

"I heard that the patriarch picked up three gods!"

"real or fake?"

"It's true. I saw it with my own eyes when they brought them in. The clothes of the three gods were similar to those worn by the statues of gods enshrined by the tribe. I haven't seen them anywhere else."

"God, where do you say they all live? Why can't you see it? Is it in the depths of the mountain?"

"In the depths of the mountains? We are the only ones who have not been to the depths of the mountains. Maybe the gods live there?"

Someone guessed.

"Look, the clan elders and sacrificial adults are out."

Everyone looked around and saw the two old men slowly pushing open the wooden door and walking out.

The old man on the right had his waist straight, his eyebrows hidden from the gods, and he was quite powerful. At this moment, he looked at the gray-haired, rickety old man on the left, and asked in a low voice, "Sacrifice your lord, the physical condition of the three gods. how?"

"One god is dead, and the other two gods are still alive. Let me give them a medicated bath treatment tomorrow. I hope that the dead god will not be punished." The old priest shook his head and sighed and said in a low voice. In one sentence, he slowly left with his cane.

"A god is out of breath?"

As the patriarch, the old man furrowed his brows and looked into the room with a little dignified light in his eyes. After a while, he said to the people outside: "Prepare medicinal materials for the medicinal bath. Tomorrow will be treated for the two gods in the medicinal bath."

"Yes, clan elder!" a strong man nodded.

The night is getting darker, and the night here has a different kind of quiet. The people of the Wood Spirit tribe listened to the screaming of insects and birds, and fell asleep peacefully.

Yang Buyi and the girl who picked the medicine lay quietly on the stone bed, the Spiritual Qi in their bodies slowly nourishing the injured body, and their bodies were recovering rapidly.

The morning sun is rising, shedding golden splendor.

The people of the Wood Spirit tribe are all busy.

The crowd lifted two large bronze cauldrons to the open space in front of the tribe. The firewood was dry underneath, and the boiling water in the cauldron was tumbling.

The sacrificial elder stood aside, hanging down, and instructed the crowd to add firewood and medicinal materials.

Until all the medicinal materials to be added have been added, when the liquid medicine in the cauldron no longer boils, the clan elder will make people carry Yang Buyi into the cauldron separately.

The medicine is rolling, nourishing their bodies.

People from the Wood Spirit tribe watched by, with curiosity and piety in their eyes.

The medicated bath lasted for an hour, and when the medicinal liquid in the cauldron was a little cold, the sacrificial elder ordered people to add firewood.

Afterwards, a few people were left behind, and the clan elder also distracted the others who were onlookers and let them go to work on their own.

Add wood and fire to maintain the temperature of the liquid.

This has been repeated four times.

It was midday.

"Sacrifice Lord, when do you think these two gods will wake up?" the clan elder asked.

"I don't know. If I can't wake up today, I will go to the medicated bath again tomorrow. If I still can't wake up tomorrow, I will continue the medicated bath." Said the sacrificial old man.

"It can only be so, but the medicinal materials for the medicinal bath are almost gone. Tomorrow I will take someone into the mountain to gather some." said the clan elder.

"Thank you!" said the sacrificial old man.

"Should!" The clan old man nodded.

"Sacrifice to adults, clan elders, the food is ready, come and eat." Someone shouted from a distance.

"Mu Qing, you stay here to look after the gods and eat later." The clan elder said to a young man with a sturdy figure and a calm look.

"Go to worship the adults and the elders, the gods are watched by me, it's okay." The young man nodded.

The clan elder and the sacrificial elder nodded, and then left with the three.

Soon after they left, there was something strange in Dingzhong.

As the liquid medicine continued to nourish the body, Yang Buyi also eased his brows and slowly opened his eyes.

When I saw myself in the cauldron, I couldn't help being stunned.

After seeing the soaking liquid medicine, it turned to surprise.

The surface of the liquid medicine is brilliant, and the strong smell of medicine is refreshing.

With his nose trembling, he couldn't help whispering: "Wood Spiritual herbs, Golden Flame Flower, Purple Fruit, Blood Snake Orchid...Oh my God! These are precious elixir, I...I where is this?"

At the same time, an exclamation came from the neighboring Cauldron: "Sword grass? I smell the scent of sword grass!"

Both of them heard the sound of each other's exclamation, put their heads out of the cauldron one after another, and looked at each other in an instant.

The next moment seemed to notice a slight strangeness, and the two of them looked in the same direction and saw a young man with wide-eyed eyes.

With three eyes facing each other, the young man looked surprised and shouted: "Clan elders, offering sacrifices to adults, the gods are awake!"

Yang Buyi glanced at the girl who picked the medicine, frowned slightly, they couldn't understand what the young man was saying.

Looking at his clothes, a cyan beast armor, he couldn't help but think of ancient wild people.

Turning their eyes, they saw the wrong stone house, the animal skins hanging on the stone wall, the dried meat, and the women with bones as jewelry.

The two looked at each other again, exchanged their eyes, and instantly guessed that they might have come to a different place.

At this moment, the young people who watched open their mouths all pointed out Divine Sense and caught his spirit fluctuations.

After Divine Sense's feedback, Yang Buyi then uttered similar syllable fluctuations and asked tentatively: "You call us gods?"

"My Lord God, my name is Mu Qing!" The young man nodded excitedly with a pious look.

"You can see a child?" Yang Buyi asked, narrowing his eyes.

"That god...he is dead, and his body is in the stone house." The young man said in pain, his head lowered, fearing that Yang would not be blamed by the two gods.

died?

Yang was not easy to hear the words, and he glanced at the girl who picked the medicine, and he was relieved.

After pondering for a moment, he asked: "Where is this?"

"This is the Wood Spirit Tribe!"

"Where is the Wood Spirit Tribe in the scene?" He asked again.

"Jingdi?" Mu Qing scratched his head, revealing a puzzled expression.

"The name Jingdi doesn't even know ordinary Rogue Cultivators. I don't know what he looks like when I think about it." The medicine-gathering girl transmitted the voice.

Then he looked at the young man, suppressing his inner joy, and asked softly: "Do you have a kind of grass here, only a leaf, pointed, very sharp!"

"Yes, a lot." Mu Qing nodded.

"Really?" The girl picking herbs quickly asked with a hint of uncertainty.

Looking at the appearance of the god in front of him, Mu Qing felt a little bit different from the noble and cold god in the legend, scratched his head, and nodded.

The girl who picked the medicine was so excited when she heard the words, the joy in her heart could no longer be suppressed, and it appeared on her face, turning into a bright smile.

"Do you have any kind of golden, flame-like flowers here?" Yang Buyi asked when he could smell the golden flame flowers.

"Yes, there are many!" Mu Qing nodded.

"you sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure, because there are three medicinal materials like that in the liquid of the Shen Ling medicated bath."

hiss!

Yang is not easy to hear, and finally confirms that the smell he smelled is not wrong, that is, the golden flame flower. At this moment, he can not help but breathe in his heart, and his heart is shaken. What is this place?

Was the precious golden flame flower spoiled like this? And it was himself who ruined it.

Yang Buyi looked at the liquid medicine, his face distorted from heartache, and he felt a deep sense of guilt!

"My Lord God! You are awake."

Just as a few people were talking, the two old men were already approaching.

One of them has white hair but is full of energy and looks old and healthy.

A rickety body, sticking a cane, and strange lines painted on his face.

The two elders were ready to bow and salute to Yang Buyi, but they were supported by an invisible force and couldn't bend.

The two elders looked at each other, their bodies trembled, and there was a certainty in their eyes that this was the power of the gods.

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