Although he is old, the village chief's ears are still quite sharp.

After hearing the villagers' reminders, he listened carefully in the direction of the basket, and sure enough, he heard a faint cry.

"Isn't the baby already dead? How can he still cry?"

The village chief looked suspicious, he had been the village chief for so many years, and he didn't know how many times he had presided over the sky burial ceremony.

This is the first time he has seen such a strange thing.

Strange to weird, after being reminded, everyone found out about the movement of the heavenly burial platform, and as the leader of the tribe, the village chief must stand up and do something.

He made a gesture to silence everyone.

Then he said to the child's father, the strong man:

"Da Zhuang, you follow me, if there is anything weird, remember to pull me. ”

The child's father, whom he called the Great Strong, was the strongest man in the village.

When encountering such a strangeness, the village chief naturally called Da Zhuang and asked him to protect the Dharma by his side.

Another one, the child in the basket - Zhuang Wa, is a big and strong cub, even if he becomes a monster, he can't harm his own father!

Under the nervous gaze of the villagers, the village chief took the lead, and Da Zhuang was later, and the two of them cautiously walked towards the burial platform where the baskets were placed.

As they got closer, the cries in the basket grew louder and louder, and it was almost certain that it was the strong baby who had come back from the dead.

Da Zhuang on the side, listening to the cry in the basket, his face showed a look of surprise and joy, and he couldn't wait to rush up and pick up his son.

It's just that the village chief walked in front, and he had instructed him before to protect the Fa and save himself in danger.

Taken by the majesty of the village chief, he could only hold back the excitement in his heart and follow slowly.

Almost three or two steps away from the basket, the village chief saw the scene in the basket.

Zhuang Wa Xu was tired before, he turned over, lying on his side and eating his fingers.

Beside him, in the other corner of the basket, there was a book trimmed with gold trim.

Suddenly, the village chief stopped, and he waved his hand to make Da Zhuang stop as well.

After that, without explanation, he didn't turn around, kept this position, and walked backwards towards the clearing.

Da Zhuang wondered, his precious son suddenly came to life and was lying in the basket, why did he retreat from the village chief?

Puzzled, he maintained the same position and retreated towards the clearing.

"Village chief, how is the situation?

The villagers who were waiting here saw the two village chiefs returning and asked questions again and again.

However, the village chief did not answer, he turned around, and with an extremely serious look, said to the two fastest runners in the village:

"Da Fei, Er Fei, you two go back to the village quickly, and let everyone come over. ”

"Village chief, do you want to call the children who can't move around yet?"

"Tell them to come over, it's all from our village, all of them have to come!"

Everyone had never seen the village chief show such a serious look, even four years ago, when he clashed with two other tribes and took all the men in the village to fight, he was not so serious.

The villagers looked at each other, not knowing what was happening.

They looked at Da Zhuang and wanted to ask about the situation, after all, Da Zhuang had just followed the village chief to the heavenly burial platform.

Da Zhuang's eyes widened, and he couldn't give a reason, he didn't know what the situation was on the heavenly burial platform!

After a while, Da Fei Erfei rushed over with the female children in the village.

The women didn't know what was going on, but listening to Da Fei Erfei's eager tone, they hugged the child and hugged the child, and the childless took the valuable things at home and rushed over.

They thought there was a natural disaster in the village!

"Village Chief, what's going on!"

"yes, yes, I'm breastfeeding my baby! What's going on in the village that wants us all to get here?"

The women of the village have never been to the burial platform, which is a forbidden place for them.

This time, the village chief called all of them with fanfare, and said that as long as everyone in the village came, they were scared.

The women and children rushed over, and all of a sudden, there was a lot of noise here.

Looking at the women who couldn't hold their breath, asked questions, and held pots and pans as if they were fleeing here, the village chief shouted:

"Shut up!"

The village chief was full of majesty in this village, and as he shouted angrily, the women did not dare to speak, and the children hid behind the women.

"Throw all those pots and pans aside!"

"Hold the child, put the child in the open space there, and arrange it neatly!"

"Everyone, get dressed and show the spirit of being young and dressing up!"

One order after another was issued, and soon, under the command of the village chief, 197 people in the village, babies and children were put aside.

The rest of those who were able to move knelt on the ground in the direction of the basket on the burial platform, or rather, the child in the basket who had risen from the dead, and the book!

At this moment, the only people who were still standing in the field were the village chief and Da Zhuang.

The two of them paused step by step, took out the highest specification, and walked towards the basket on the burial platform.

Da Zhuang was still half a step behind, but this time he got closer, and he could see the scene in the basket.

It was his son who was sleeping soundly, and a book with a gilded gild, I don't know what it was!

The village chief walked to the basket first, stretched out his hands, picked up the book in the basket, held it above his head, and then turned to face the villagers who were kneeling on the ground.

Da Zhuang on the side also picked up the child in the basket and lifted him above his head.

The child was sleeping soundly, and he suddenly picked him up, and his dream was disturbed, and he immediately cried.

The child's cry immediately attracted the attention of all the villagers.

They raised their heads and looked at the two men standing under the burial platform, holding aloft the Phnom Penh book and the child.

If the village chief hadn't ordered it before, they would definitely have discussed it.

Because the strong baby who had been recognized as having died was suddenly crying loudly at this moment!

"A miracle! The strong baby came back to life, this is a miracle!"

"This oracle was given to our tribe by the gods. From today onwards, our village will be a tribe blessed by the gods!"

The villagers don't know what gods are or not, but in front of them, the scene of the strong baby coming back to life is true.

They all knew that Zhuangwa was weak, and just today, under everyone's noses, there was no breathing, but at this time, Zhuangwa came back to life, and the village chief said that it was a miracle, and they believed that it was a miracle.

As for the blessing of the gods, where do they know what the blessings of the gods are, and can they eat them as food?

But the village chief said that this was very powerful, and there was such a living example of a strong baby, so they naturally believed it.

In front of the celestial burial platform, the village chief's speech was not over.

Seeing the villagers in front of him, his faces showed a look of joy, and he continued:

"God will guide us and make us stronger. ”

"His prophecy will lead us to become the most powerful tribe in this neighborhood, and lead us to conquer the outside world!"

Holding his posture high, he opened the oracle book in his hand as he spoke.

However, then, he discovers that there is nothing in the book!

This is a wordless oracle book!

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