Jian Chen's excitement was not without reason.

The continuation of a race's civilization has both inevitability and contingency.

In case you throw yourself on a small island, in case you throw yourself into a place where there are no large livestock such as cattle and horses, if there is not even a kind of food that can be cultivated around your tribe, if there is no malachite and no iron-rich ore within thousands of miles around, if you go out and see that there is a living fossil reserve of civilization written outside the barbed wire......

Even if he knows everything and knows everything, he can only silently watch this civilization go into decline.

Jian Chen didn't eat the dodo, and he didn't know if the dodo had three or four chicks per nest, but he remembered that the dodo was on a small island, and a deep fear suddenly germinated in his heart.

However, just as he was trying to remember whether he had seen animals such as cows and horses, the old grandmother's words rekindled his hope.

"Ken, the kind of black and white bear you are talking about, I saw it when I was a child."

Rumble......

This simple sentence was like a muffled thunder exploding in his mind, and Jian Chen raised his head excitedly.

The old grandmother called everyone to the fire and told the story of her childhood.

At that time, the tribe was too populous, it was difficult to find large animals, and the tribe had limited range of activities, so they had to migrate separately, and I once saw the round black and white bear in the jungle.

Everyone believed in Jian Chen's words even more, because even they had never seen this kind of bear, and they were even more sure that there was really an ancestor guiding the future of the tribe in their dreams.

After carefully inquiring and confirming, Jian Chen trembled with excitement.

The dragon is illusory, but this round thing is real.

Its existence sustains his heart's desire...... This is the link that binds one's past life to one's present life, about this bloodline, this color, and this region.

The old grandmother said slowly, "Maybe it is really the soul of our ancestors. Ken, tell me what you've dreamed about. ”

People gather around curiously, and sharing dreams is also a rare recreational activity for them.

In addition to material survival, human beings also need a little spiritual life, but now carving a talisman and telling what you have dreamed about can be counted as an entertainment festival.

It is said that yellow jokes are also considered one of the recreational activities, but this is strictly forbidden within the clan.

For the tribes, the first moral taboo was sex and shyness, and it gave rise to a unique human emotion: shyness - this is to prevent too much talk from leading to incest within the tribe, and of course you can be bold when communicating with other tribes, even if the later generations of the Master were born in the era when there were still promiscuous customs, and this is the case today. Sexual shyness is an evolution of sexual taboos within the same race, not for foreigners, but for a deep-rooted habit.

Seeing that the clansmen were all gathered around, Jian Chen calmed down, knowing that his next words would have an extremely far-reaching impact.

From the point of view of short-term benefits, even in a hundred years as a unit of measurement, the best choice for oneself now is to be a god, claiming to be a prophet, or even claiming to be the only son of God, and he can obtain the greatest benefits.

But is this kind of civilization still the civilization of the previous life, the beauty of uniforms and the great etiquette? Is it still the civilization that is eclectic and can compete with a hundred schools of thought? Or is it the civilization that I went to the temple to ask for rain, and if it didn't rain, I would smash the temple shrine and dare to fight the heavens and the earth?

Of course, this will allow you to quickly establish your position in the tribe, but in the long run, it will not be worth the cost.

Once the tribe has developed into a civilization and a kingdom, this kind of thinking will either carry out a vigorous reform in the future and destroy his words today with the blood of countless people. Either they can only stick to the ancient scriptures and sink, sinking to the edge of civilization.

I don't want thousands of years later, someone will sort out their own words, and even how to eat and and wipe their ass with that hand needs to find norms from their own words, and that kind of civilization will not be able to rise without experiencing the misery of a brotherhood and a hundred years of religious reform.

So after a moment of silence, Jian Chen raised his head and told a story in a deep tone that no one of his clansmen had ever heard.

"A long, long time ago, there was a man named Pangu who slept in the dark, without the sun, nor the moon, nor the stars."

These imaginative people looked horrified, and they trembled as they imagined a scene without a sun, moon, or stars.

Yu Qian'er even held her brother's hand, her teeth chattering constantly. A very simple story, placed in this era, has a completely different effect.

"When he awoke, he tore open the night with all his might, and there was the earth under our feet, but the earth was desolate and there was nothing."

Later, he fell asleep again. The left eye turned into the sun, the right eye turned into the moon, the exhaled breath turned into wind, the hair turned into a forest, the lice on the body turned into various animals, and the sound of snoring turned into thunder...... Souls shattered and turned into our ancestors. ”

"Our ancestors learned to use fire under the guidance of his soul, and knew that we were souls, and that those storms, thunders, and lightning were nothing but flesh in him."

In this primitive and wild age, the soul is higher than the body, which is the primitive belief.

Jian Chen's words made these people feel strange, but they didn't find it difficult to accept. Deep down, when they began to conquer nature, they already believed that man was the spirit of all things, but no one told them directly, and they rarely had time to think about it and summarize it alone.

This story also solves the doubts of these people: where did the thunder and lightning come about? How did the sun and moon come about? How did we get here?

In the expectant eyes of everyone, Chen Jian continued to tell the story behind: "Our ancestors are all the souls of Pangu, after the ancestors died, the soul was white, and the body was black, fused together, and sometimes appeared in our dreams to become black and white bears, to guide us and let the people live better." ”

"It's just that those darkness that has been torn apart by Pangu still wants to shroud everything again, so they pretend to be our ancestors, and they will also appear in our dreams, pretending to guide us and let us return to the endless darkness."

"Yes! So what to do? The tribesmen wondered with horror what if a bad guy appeared in a dream posing as an ancestor. How do you know if it's true or false at that time?

Jian Chen stood up, raised his bow and arrow, and said, "This is the guidance given to us by our ancestors, with bows and arrows, we can easily capture prey." Whoever guides us and makes us live better is the true ancestor. Anything that can't make our people strong, then even if someone dreams about it, it's fake! ”

The clansmen looked at the bows and arrows raised in the air in admiration, and involuntarily glanced at the prey they had captured today, and their eyes showed ecstasy.

Yes, the one who can keep us alive must be the real ancestors. And even if someone dreams about their ancestors, if it can't make us live better, it must be fake!

It's a simple logic, what mother would let her children die? On the contrary, only foreigners kill young children of their own race.

The old grandmother blessed the ancestors in a low voice, the clansmen all bowed their heads reverently, and Jian Chen also followed the people to make blessings.

Religion is something that human beings must experience, which cannot be completely eliminated, and it is an important belief that determines the history of mankind.

All religions are nothing but a reflection of the fantasies in the minds of people by external forces that govern their daily lives.

To fill the spiritual emptiness, if you don't occupy it, others will take the lead.

Since there must be, since it is inevitable, then ...... It is better to create a god, a god called the ancestors.

Everyone who has done something that can make the race stronger, it must be protected by the ancestors; Otherwise, it is the enemy.

Everyone may be guided by their ancestors, because people of the same race are descendants of their ancestors.

God's guidance for the betterment of the lives of his people is true.

God's guidance, which lowers the lives of the people, is false.

If this tribe could really expand into civilizations and cities, then this primitive worship would give rise to a new religion.

A religion that worships ancestors, but cannot be blindly followed.

A religion in which everyone can be guided by their ancestors, and where everyone is a descendant of this God.

A religion that makes it easy to distinguish between a true god and a false god.

A religion that can be falsified.

And this god, perhaps in later parlance, called productivity, deified a concept that could not be understood by this people.

And this god, perhaps in later parlance, is called science, a god born with the possibility of false gods, but it is also the religion that is easiest to distinguish between false gods.

There is no need for some esoteric theological arguments, no arguments about the Trinity or God in the heart, and no arguments about the meaning of a particular sentence in the scriptures.

It only needs to be, and can only be proven by facts.

You said you had been guided by your ancestors, prove it to me!

You let the bow and arrows shoot far, you are guided by the true ancestors; You have made the grain produce, you have been guided by the true ancestors; You pretended to be your ancestors and told everyone that the earth was round, and you came back, and you were guided by your true ancestors......

You say that those who believe in you have eternal life, but what if we can't see the heaven full of milk and honey? Why don't you invent a plowing ox ploughing water wheel steam engine or something?

You say you are the only Son of God...... Hehe, the Son of Heaven in China is never the only son of Heaven, but the eldest son of Heaven, and theoretically the Son of Heaven is the one who manages you as the patriarch, the elder brother, and the father, rather than the one who shepherds the lost lamb.

When the time comes for the divine authority of kings, future generations will find this explanation - in the industrial age, when the concept of equality is needed, it is only necessary to overturn the assumption of the eldest son. That's nothing more than a matter of one mouth, and the room for maneuver is huge.

It's always good to plan ahead, at least for the civilization of this race, there is no need for a true God who knows everything and cannot disobey and change.

Although naïve, imperfect, and even full of loopholes, the seeds have been planted and will one day take root.

The people of the same clan had never heard such an "imaginative" story, and they were amazed that this man named Pangu was so powerful, and they looked forward to the day when the spirits of their ancestors would appear in their dreams.

After hearing the story, the old grandmother pulled out a piece of charred charcoal from the fire.

In a quaint style, a panda is drawn on the stone wall of the cave, holding a bow and arrows in his hand, and handed it to a person. In the charcoal drawing, the rest of the clan bows to the black and white bear.

Simple lines, but outline the original rugged beauty.

A primitive god worship was born around the fire, and the blood-drenched bow is the best illustration of this: the spirits of the ancestors are guiding the tribe to live.

For Chen Jian, this creation of gods is just the beginning.