Outside the mountain is still a mountain, overlapping, ancient trees are verdant, mountain streams and streams, high cliffs and strange stones, a wilderness.

Although there are no big demons in the mountains, there are often giant beasts haunting.

The group followed the savages and shuttled between the mountains and barbarians, and after about half a day's effort, some simple huts appeared in slightly flat places.

This is a tribal village, built on the back of the mountain, in front of the village is a large river about a zhang wide, its right is a cliff, and its left is dug into a deep pit.

It can be seen that although the savages in this tribe are not yet civilized, they have already begun to think.

Choosing such a place to establish a tribe, not only taking advantage of the terrain, but also knowing how to dig deep pits to prevent the invasion of wild beasts, this may be the earliest intelligent civilization of human beings, and it is a survival experience that is slowly explored in the danger of nature.

Thinking is the source of human progress, and human civilization is formed by the invisible impetus of nature.

The people followed the savages as they climbed to the mountains by the river, which were very close to a high ground in the tribe, and the terrain was steep and dangerous, but it was the closest place to the tribe from the outside world, separated only a few feet from each other.

The savages could not cross the water, so they had to leap over the high ground of the mountains.

Tang Bai couldn't help but shake his head, followed him, and came down from the top of the mountain, but after a meal, he arrived in a tribe full of primitive features.

The tribe built a rudimentary wall of stone mixed with timber, forming a huge circular courtyard with large trees and stone mountains in the courtyard, and it is clear that the people here only knew how to enclose this place, and did not know how to design the building.

After the seven or eight savages entered the courtyard, they obviously relaxed, and the savage man who led the way in front glanced back at Tang Bai and the others, and then opened his mouth and shouted.

Suddenly, countless savages rushed out of the tribe, some with stones, some with wooden sticks, and there were hundreds of people, men, women, and children, besieging Tang Bai and the others.

Xue'er glanced at it, hurriedly covered her eyes with her hands, and said ashamedly and angrily: "These people are so shameless, so shameless!"

Tang Bai looked at the surrounding savages, only to see tall men with some animal skins around their waists, some young children and women, most of them naked, and a very small number of women scurrying together with leaves, only covering half of their buttocks.

He really didn't expect that there was such a primitive small tribe living at the edge of the Ten Thousand Beasts Mountain.

The reason why it is said to be a tribe is because Tang Bai can see that these people still use stone tools as soldiers, leaves and animal skins as clothing, and mountain and stone bases to gather houses.

This is the most primitive state of human existence, and it is only known how to use simple tools.

The surrounding wild men became tighter and tighter, and their eyes radiated like those of wild beasts as if they were seeing their prey.

Tang Bai did not hesitate to pinch a magic seal, and the third of the nine changes of the heavenly fire changed into a fiery golden crow, and a 'wow' sound flew over everyone's heads, and then turned into a circle of fire, forming a wall of fire, separating several people from many savages.

The scorching heat burned even the air and twisted.

This move frightened many savages into prostrate on the ground, and in their cognition, natural phenomena such as wind, rain, thunder, lightning, and fire were the power that only gods could have.

So Tang Bai invisibly became a god in their eyes.

The more primitive human beings have a natural reverence for heaven and earth and the gods, and the people here consider their tribe to be the servants of the gods.

They sacrificed to the gods, slaughtering young children like wild beasts and offering them to their gods.

This is not cruelty, but an ancient inheritance, and when the inheritance forms people's cognition, everything is taken for granted.

Tang Bai suddenly thought of the words 'saints do not die, and there are more thieves', and he once thought about this question.

The constraints of people's thoughts, all the rights and wrongs in the world, cultural inheritance, and language and behavior are often all the rules set by those saints.

The saints stole the minds of sentient beings, and they were like making molds and shaping sentient beings into molds.

Tang Bai stayed in this tribe, he felt that he should do something for this tribe, not because he was great, but because he believed that as long as he was human, he had the responsibility to teach them to open their wisdom, to teach them not to harm their own kind, to let them live better, to let them learn more knowledge, and to leave behind the wisdom of human inheritance.

Tang Bai chose the patriarch of the tribe, and the patriarch was an old man, compared to other people, this was an old man who had already understood a lot of truths through nature.

Tang Bai taught him to practice, taught him more knowledge, and taught him how to manage a tribe.

He taught them how to make a fire, forbade them to eat raw food, taught them how to keep livestock in captivity, and made them understand that life is endless and inexhaustible.

He also found some wild herbs and grains from the mountains, taught them how to grow them, taught them how to make hemp into cloth, made clothes, taught them how to make smelting, made pottery, and learned to use tools.

When he saw smart and good scholars, he would teach them martial arts, teach them to practice, teach them to find medicine and cure diseases, and teach some young children to read and learn calligraphy.

In the meantime, Ji Xuefei and the woman in colorful clothes also came to the tribe, the giant falcon and the golden eagle, turned into a middle-aged man, followed behind the two, and when they saw the golden eagle, they didn't care, obviously angry.

Ji Xuefei was born in a decent family, but she didn't understand what Tang Bai did, she thought that the reason why these wild people were like this was because these people themselves were out of the scope of people, they had their form but no wisdom, their courage but no soul, and they were no different from beasts, so they couldn't be called people.

Perhaps this is the attitude of cultivators, their so-called righteousness and demons are all based on their own interests, and they take it for granted.

Tang Bai was extremely disappointed in her, so he no longer cared about her.

Unconsciously, five years later, Tang Bai has been staying in this tribe, teaching these people wholeheartedly, so that this tribe will continue to be strong and orderly.

During this period, Bai Lian and Xue'er will also instruct some young men and girls to practice, see women with excellent roots, teach them the Tao, correct their behavior, and they are also happy.

In the past five years, everything in the tribe has been slowly changing, and this change is like a seed, allowing them to continue to sprout and grow.

Watching the tribe develop in the direction of his ideals, Tang Bai felt satisfied for no reason. There seemed to be a hazy feeling in his heart, from teaching these people how to survive and how to live, many truths that he had not understood in the past suddenly became clear, and he found that this was also a practice, a baptism of the soul.

He suddenly felt that the so-called cultivation of immortals and immortality was a wrong path.

Teaching sentient beings to survive, establishing rules, forming an invisible binding force over a long period of time, and integrating the binding force into the Great Dao, this is the law.

This is also the way of the saints.

He understood this, but he could not possess the power of the Tao.

The Tao seems to be touchable, but it is extremely far away.

For a moment, he was confused again.

In this way, he practiced in retreat for another three years, trying to understand the way of the laws of heaven and earth according to his own understanding.

Three years, he did not have a harvest, he is not depressed, the reason why he helped this tribe, is from the heart, only feel that people should not live like this, the heart is self-satisfied, the thought is pure, the third thought of the "Nine Yang Sutra": three yang see sex, the mind is gradually perfect.

Sexuality, where the heart arises, the nature of the heart, comes and goes freely, there is no stagnation and no hindrance, everything has the law, the cause is harmonious, the cause arises, it is natural, the thoughts are accessible, the heart is unstained, and the nature is self-fulfilling.

His heart is open with lotus flowers, white and unstained, and fragrant and elegant.

Where he practiced, there was a vision to come into the world, there was a golden light flashing in the air, there was a hidden Buddha sound chanting, the golden light turned into a rain of flowers and fell, like a sweet spring holy medicine, bathed in the rain of flowers, dead trees sprouted new sprouts, flowers bloomed separately, the old man became young, and the plague suddenly became healthy...

The people of the tribe were all drawn to the ground, prostrate themselves on the ground, and worship the god in their hearts.

Tang Bai doesn't need to worship, over the years, he has taught them equality between people, and it doesn't seem to have any effect at this time, their knowledge is increasing, their power is strong, but the god in their hearts has not collapsed, and they are still so sincere to the gods.

Tang Bai didn't want to be the god in their hearts, nor did he want to shape their minds like saints, he had to leave.

The Buddha said: "There is no fate, nothing more." ”

He's not sad, he doesn't belong here, he doesn't belong to this world, he's just a wanderer in this world.

Come to fate, do your best, end your fate, and be good with each other.

A wanderer has no end, any stop is just that he is tired and wants to stop and rest, and when he is full of passion, he will start another journey.

The people in the tribe were reluctant, and the patriarch even held a wooden box carved with ancient patterns to pay tribute to him, bluntly saying that the things in the box were sacred relics given by the gods and handed down from ancient times.

Tang Bai was not polite, he was also a little strange, this wooden box is extremely simple, the manufacturing skills are very exquisite, the exquisite patterns engraved on the wooden box are more like a kind of writing he has never seen, with the skills and civilization of the tribe, it is impossible to have such a well-made box.

Could it be that in ancient times, there really were gods in this place?

He suddenly remembered that when he was young, Tang Ruting had given him a book, and there was a leather scroll in the book, on which were written the four words 'the gods are dead', inexplicably, he felt palpitations and did not dare to think deeply.

The wooden box is extremely heavy and hard, with no gaps around it.

Bai Lian took a look, couldn't help squinting her eyes, spit out a few ancient syllables in her mouth, pinched an extremely strange magic seal with both hands, and snorted, and shot a white light in her hand, shooting towards the wooden box.

Immediately after that, the patterns on the wooden box seemed to come to life, turning into countless runes flashing, and after a moment, only to hear a 'click', the wooden box opened automatically.

The light flashed, and there was a long stone tool lying in the box, its quality was like white jade, if it was four feet long, it was wider than an ordinary sword, the sword spine had no edge, and the sword stem had no grid.

Bai Lian's face was a little pale, obviously opening this wooden box wasted a lot of her strength, she handed the wooden box to Tang Bai, seeing Tang Bai's puzzled face, she couldn't help but say: "This is a sword blank, it has not yet been formed, and its material is unknown for a while, accept it." ”

Tang Bai nodded, thanked the patriarch, said goodbye to everyone with tears, and when everyone waved, he flew into the sky, leaving only a dashing afterimage in the air.