Cultivation Begins with Cultivating Spiritual Roots

Yang Buyi felt himself being lifted up, and vaguely heard words like "God".

Because of their arrival, the Wood Spirit Tribe was very lively tonight. Everyone gathered outside a stone house and looked inside curiously.

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

"real or fake?"

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

"God, where do you think they all live? Why can't they be seen usually? Is it deep in the mountains?"

"Deep in the mountain? We have only been to the deep part of the mountain. Maybe the gods live there?"

Someone is guessing.

"Look, the elders and priests have come out."

Everyone looked over and saw two old men slowly pushing open the wooden door and coming out.

The old man on the right has a straight waist, his brows hide his spirit, and he is quite powerful. At this moment, he looked at the old man with white hair and a stooped body on the left, and asked in a low voice: "Master Sacrifice, what are the physical conditions of the three gods?" how?"

"One god is dead, and the other two gods are still alive. Let's treat them with medicinal baths tomorrow. I hope the dead god won't punish him." The old priest shook his head and sighed, and said in a low voice With one sentence, he left slowly with a cane.

"A god is out of breath?"

As the patriarch, the old man frowned and looked into the house with serious eyes. After pondering for a while, he said to the people outside the house: "Prepare the medicinal materials for the medicinal bath, and treat the two gods with medicinal bath tomorrow."

"Yes, clan elder!" A muscular man nodded.

The night was getting darker, and the night here had a different kind of tranquility. Everyone in the Wood Spirit Tribe fell asleep peacefully listening to the chirping of insects and birds.

Yang Buyi and the herbal girl lay quietly on the stone bed, the aura in their bodies slowly nourished the wounded body, and their bodies were recovering extremely quickly.

The morning sun rises and sprinkles golden brilliance.

Everyone in the Wood Spirit Tribe got busy.

The crowd carried the two large bronze tripods to the open space in front of the tribe, under which there was a raging fire and boiling water in the tripod.

The old priest stood aside, hung his body, and directed the crowd to add firewood and medicinal materials.

Until all the medicinal materials to be added were added, and the medicinal liquid in the cauldron was no longer boiling, the clan elder ordered Yang Buyi to be carried into the cauldron separately.

The power of the medicine was rolling, nourishing the bodies of the two.

The people of the Wood Spirit Tribe watched from the sidelines, with curiosity and piety in their eyes.

The medicine bath lasted for an hour, and when the medicine liquid in the cauldron became a little cold, the priest ordered people to add more firewood.

Afterwards, a few people were left behind, and the clan elder also dismissed the other onlookers and let them go to work separately.

Add firewood and fire to maintain the temperature of the liquid medicine.

This has been repeated four times.

It was already noon.

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

"I don't know. If I can't wake up today, I will take another medicine bath tomorrow. If I still can't wake up tomorrow, I will continue the medicine bath." Said the old priest.

"That's the only way to go, but the medicinal materials for medicinal baths are almost gone. I'll take people into the mountains to pick some tomorrow." The clan elder said.

"Thank you!" said the elder priest.

"It should!" The clan elder nodded.

"Master Sacrifice, clan elders, the meal is ready, come and eat quickly." Someone shouted from afar.

"Mu Qing, you stay here to take care of the gods, and eat later." The clan elder said to a sturdy young man with a rather steady expression.

"It's okay to sacrifice adults and clan elders, I will take care of the gods, it's okay." The young man nodded.

The clan elders and priests nodded,

Then he left with the three of them.

Not long after they left, something strange happened in Dingzhong.

As the medicinal liquid continued to nourish his body, Yang Buyi also frowned and slowly opened his eyes.

When he saw himself in the cauldron, he couldn't help being stunned.

After seeing the soaked medicinal liquid, it turned into surprise.

The surface of the liquid medicine is brilliant, and the strong medicinal fragrance is tangy and refreshing.

With his nose fluttering, he couldn't help but let out a low voice: "Wood Spirit Grass, Golden Flame Flower, Purple Fruit, Blood Snake Orchid... Oh my god! These are all precious elixir, I...I where is this?"

At the same time, an exclamation came from the cauldron next door: "Sword Grass? I smell the smell of Sword Grass!"

Both of them heard the other's exclamation, and poked their heads out of the cauldron one after another, and saw each other instantly.

The next moment, they seemed to notice something strange, the two of them looked in the same direction at the same time, and saw a young man with wide-eyed eyes.

The three eyes met, and the young man looked surprised, and shouted: "Clan elder, Lord Sacrifice, the gods have woken up!"

Yang Buyi looked at the girl collecting herbs, and couldn't help frowning slightly, they couldn't understand what the young man was saying.

Looking at his clothes, he is covered in cyan animal armor, and he can't help but think of the ancient savages.

Turning their eyes, they saw the wrong stone houses, the animal skins hanging on the stone walls, the dried meat to dry, and the women with bones as jewelry.

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

At this moment, looking at the young man who opened his mouth to speak, they all stretched out their spiritual senses to capture the fluctuations of his soul.

After feedback from his spiritual consciousness, Yang Buyi uttered similar syllable fluctuations and asked tentatively, "You call us gods?"

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

"Where is this?" Yang Buyi asked.

"This is the Wood Spirit Tribe!"

"Where is the wood spirit tribe in the scene?" Yang Buyi asked again.

"Jingdi?" Mu Qing scratched her head, showing a puzzled expression.

"Even ordinary casual cultivators don't know the name of Jingdi, and judging by his appearance, they don't even know it." The herb-gathering girl said through voice transmission.

Then he looked sideways, suppressed the excitement in his heart, and asked softly: "Do you have a kind of grass here, with only one leaf, pointed and very sharp!"

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

"Really?" The excitement in the girl's heart could no longer be suppressed, and finally a happy look appeared on her face.

Looking at the excited look of the god in front of him, Mu Qing felt that he was somewhat different from the noble and aloof god in the legend, so he scratched his head and nodded.

When the herbal girl heard this, she was delighted, and she was very happy in her heart.

"Do you have those golden flame-like flowers here?" Yang Buyi also asked after smelling the smell of golden flame flowers.

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

"you sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure, because there are three herbs like that in the medicinal liquid of the divine medicinal bath."

hiss!

Hearing this, Yang Buyi finally confirmed that the smell he smelled was correct, that is the Golden Flame Flower, at this moment he couldn't help but gasp, his heart was shaken, what exactly is this place.

Is the precious golden flame flower ruined like this? And it was he who spoiled it.

Yang Buyi looked at the liquid medicine, his heart ached until his face contorted, and he felt a deep sense of guilt!

"Master God! You are awake."

While several people were talking, the two old men approached.

Although one has white hair, he is hale and hearty and looks old and strong.

A hunched body, with a cane, and strange lines painted on his face.

The two old men were about to bow to salute Yang Buyi, but they were held up by an invisible force and couldn't bend down no matter what.

The two old men looked at each other, their bodies trembling slightly, and there was conviction in their eyes, this is the power of the gods.

(Every time the first chapter of the excessive plot is particularly difficult to write!!! Tomorrow will be fine!)

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