"Let's go for a walk." Xiaohua, who was rarely idle, began to feel anxiety for no reason again, and she decided to go out for a while.

She passed through the green fields, where many crops grew, some of which she had seen in the realm of her former life, others strange to her.

It's been six years, Xiaohua thought, our human race has changed a lot, and I don't know a lot of things.

But where did the lost six years go?

Everyone else told Xiaohua that she had died once, and later, she was resurrected by the ancestral god.

But Xiaohua can't remember anything about what happened after her death.

Is her uneasiness related to the ancestral god?

Before she knew it, Xiaohua walked to the place where the big temple was.

The Great Temple is the largest temple dedicated to the great gods of the ancestors, located on the top of Fangshan, a little away from Xiaohua's home.

She usually only goes in during the ceremony, but when she comes back for two months, she only goes in twice. One was on the day she returned, and the other was a celebration that she had arranged for her later.

Twice, they came and went in a hurry, and Xiaohua suddenly remembered that she hadn't thanked her ancestors properly.

After all, the ancestral god resurrected her.

If it weren't for the great gods of the ancestors to show this miracle, I don't know what the tree and his son would have wept like.

Thinking like this, Xiaohua walked into the big temple.

There are many people in the big temple, there are shamans and believers.

Some of the believers just come in and bow and leave, while others seem to pray for some great vow, spread a mat on the ground, and bow down on the ground with their whole body, again and again.

Xiaohua looked at them curiously, before Xiaohua's death, the worship atmosphere in the clan had not been so prosperous.

The people around saw Xiaohua coming, and out of respect, they made way for Xiaohua one after another.

Xiaohua looked at the pious clansmen around her and slowly walked to the idol of the ancestor god.

The idol here is newly renovated. Because the clansmen said that they had hardly seen the appearance of the ancestral gods over the years, they missed it very much, so Shuzi took the whole clan to repair these three statues in the big temple.

Xiaohua looked up at the idol.

Sitting in the middle is the Eastern God Emperor, the Great God of Eastern Yao. His idol has thick eyebrows and big eyes, and his face is hard, and his appearance is extremely majestic.

On the left is the Western God, the Great God of the West Garden, and her face is gentle, like a mother.

On the right is the Heavenly Fire God Monarch, the Great God of Leaving the Fire. Her idol is heroic, and she is simply a god of war.

Xiaohua looked at the three gods, but her anxiety still lingered in her heart, and she was not alleviated in the slightest by coming to worship the gods.

She looked at the people next to her who were kneeling on the ground, kowtowing constantly.

Can such a prostration bring peace of mind?

Xiaohua asked the wizard next to the idol for a mat, and the wizard happily took the largest one for her.

Xiaohua laid out the mat and landed on her knees.

As if it wasn't enough, Xiaohua's heart was shouting, something was not in place.

She looked at the crowd around her, at their numbness, or fanatization, or expectation.

What they have in common is the feeling of giving up on themselves and entrusting hope to the gods in front of them......

Xiaohua did the same, knelt on the ground again, bent over, and then buried herself deeply in the mat.

At that moment, a sense of familiarity that seemed to be buried deep in the blood of the bone marrow flowed through her body.

It's how it feels!

Xiaohua's whole person is trembling, it is such a feeling, giving up her own insistence and entrusting herself to the unknown gods, no need to worry, no need to stand on your own, everything is chosen by God, and God will bear and decide everything.

And her ego is already insignificant.

In the end, when Xiaohua came out of the big temple, the whole person was happy.

She no longer has any worries and anxieties, and all negative emotions are swept away.

Then, she made a decision.

That same evening.

"What!" Shuzi was so shocked that he didn't speak for a long time, and after a while, he asked, "Is there anyone who is embarrassing you?" ”

Floret shook her head.

Shuzi asked again, "Is that because you are not feeling well, or is the eagle provoking you?" ”

Eagle is the name of their sons. Xiaohua still shook her head.

Shuzi slumped in his chair helplessly, "Then why do you have to leave the house, go to live in the big temple, and become a full-time wizard?" ”

Xiaohua lowered her head slightly and said softly: "Because I think that is the most suitable for me." ”

It was this weak posture that made Shuzi have no way to deal with her. Shuzi tried all his might, but there was no way to convince Xiaohua to change her mind.

In the end, Xiaohua moved to the big temple alone.

Her special status made the clan all respectful to her, and when she wanted to become a wizard, the clan quickly asked two old wizards to greet her, and began to teach her everything she should do as a wizard.

The knowledge that a wizard needs to learn can be regarded as very cumbersome compared to the simple-minded Terrans at this time, including how to perform rituals, how to put on clothes, how to recite prayers, how to guide people, and so on.

Back then, even if there was a great god of Dongyao to teach, these wizards had studied for a long, long time before they learned.

But Xiaohua is very easy to learn.

Twenty days later, Xiaohua, dressed in a wizard's costume, officially appeared in the ceremony of the Great Temple.

She walked slowly from one side of the temple to the middle of the temple, with a steady and elegant demeanor, and then, when she took the long banner of the ceremony from an old wizard, turned her head, and faced all the people in a graceful manner, everyone present held their breath.

Xiaohua, dressed in a wizard's costume, has changed her gentle style when she was a wife and mother before, and her aura has become sacred and solemn.

Her eyes were full of reverence, and her cheeks seemed to glow.

Although he was standing in the middle of a large temple, he had a sense of dislocation far away in the clouds.

As a woman, although Xiaohua has to participate in labor from time to time, her figure is definitely not sturdy, but can be called delicate.

However, it was such a woman who was supposed to be considered weak, and when her eyes swept over her people with a sense of seriousness, they had a feeling that they could not fight against it, and they all lowered their heads.

The entire temple was shocked by Xiaohua's appearance!

Since then, there has been no objection to Xiaohua leaving her family to become a wizard.

While Xiaohua was successfully performing the ceremony, Shuzi was hiding alone in a corner of the clan.

He didn't go to see Xiaohua's first ritual appearance as a wizard, so he didn't know that his wife would bloom so brightly during the ceremony.

His face was full of scum, his face was decadent, and his whole body seemed to have been sucked out of his bones, and he leaned limply against the wall.

I don't know how long I stayed alone, but footsteps sounded outside the house, and after a while, his deputy said at the door:

"Xiaohua is fine now......"

"Get out!" The tree roared.

He didn't want to hear it, and the more good news it was, the more he didn't want to hear it.

Shuzi didn't understand why Xiaohua had changed. He knew that it was still his little flower, the real his wife, he couldn't be mistaken, and he could also feel the little flower's affection for him and the eagle.

In the month he came back, he saw everything Xiaohua had done for this family, and he secretly vowed in his heart that he must work harder to make his wife no longer so tired one day.

Now, however, she has left everything behind and left home.

Shuzi couldn't understand her. During the period when Xiaohua left home to live in the big temple, he took advantage of the privilege of the patriarch to go to Xiaohua many times.

"I'm not doing something bad, or it's wrong, you tell me, I'll change, okay!"

"As long as you can come back, I can let go of anything, I won't come back so late, I will definitely not let you work so hard."

"I can't even do it with the patriarch. As soon as you come back......"

However, no matter how much he begged Xiaohua, Xiaohua was unwilling to go back.

Even if he brought the eagle to beg for the little flower, he couldn't do it.

Xiaohua hugged the eagle for a while, hugged him again, and then insisted:

"I'm not going back. Let's go. ”

Shuzi's legs weakened and he knelt on the ground: "You, can't you let me and Yingzi have a complete home?" ”

Tears slowly trickled down Xiaohua's cheeks, but she wiped them away and shook her head.

"You don't understand, Shuzi." Xiaohua said.

"It's not because of you, it's because that life isn't for me."

Xiaohua looked deeply at her former husband and said:

"I've found my own way."