Struggling out of the cave, tearing off the skin on his body, and standing at the entrance of the cave, Yang Sanyang looked at the simple altar not far away, there was a cluster of flames suspended on the altar, the wind blew but did not sway, and the flames seemed to be solid and quietly suspended there!

There was no dry wood, no coal, and no fuel under the flames, so it burned quietly.

This is the patron saint of the tribe!

The surrounding area is full of ancient trees rising into the sky, and at a glance, you can't see the edge of the forest sea, as if you are looking at the sea, but the ocean in front of you has all turned into the green of the trees.

Within a radius of hundreds of miles, there was not the slightest tree, and all the ancient trees had been burned to ashes by the 'gods' of the tribe, opening up a world for human beings to live in.

God is the foundation of the tribe's existence!

Thousands of people, relying on God's protection, survived in this vast and vast world.

The only thing that humans have to do is to keep sacrificing, capturing all kinds of prey and fruits, in addition to feeding their stomachs, is to sacrifice to the great gods in the underworld, in exchange for what they need.

As long as you have enough sacrifices, God can provide you with all you need!

Dragging his tired body, Yang Sanyang picked some fruits, Yang Sanyang didn't know what to think about this morning, his mind was very chaotic.

"It's been five years!" Yang Sanyang suddenly spoke, looking at a simple 'fruit basket' surrounded by huge Barbie leaves beside him, on which there were countless kinds of fruits, Yang Sanyang frowned: "I have spent five years in this world, although this world has all kinds of bad, but there is an unprecedented opportunity." ”

Phoenix!

If there is a god, you will definitely be immortal!

Yang Sanyang looked at the people of the tribe picking fruits in the distance with a pair of eyes, and the corners of his mouth turned into an ugly arc, he had thought about making words and raising human civilization, but it was a pity that he ...... In the face of a group of guys who can't speak, you want to jump directly to make words in three steps, which is a bit whimsical.

Holding the huge leaves, full of fruits, Yang Sanyang came to the altar, looked at the solidified flames, put the fruit in front of the flames with a respectful face, and bowed respectfully to the ground and bowed three times.

"Bang!"

The firelight swept by, and the fruit disappeared, but there was an extra piece of raw meat.

When he came to the primitive world, Yang Sanyang realized that he had thought too simple in the past, worshipping the gods for survival, which was different from what he imagined.

Each thing can be sacrificed in exchange for something different!

For example, fruits, this colorful fruit can be exchanged for meat!

For example, there is a kind of cyan stone, which can be exchanged for a simple stone grass. There is also a kind of nectar that can only fall on the day when the sun and the moon meet, and you can ask the gods to save the dead and help the wounded!

In the center of the tribe, there is a cluster of unquenchable flames from the gods, which can be taken from the fire, and then found dry wood to roast the meat themselves.

Yang Sanyang set up a bonfire, looked at the gradually golden barbecue, and gradually fell into contemplation.

Five years of boring life have made him endure to the extreme, and the little flame of unwillingness in his heart is slowly rising.

If you continue to live like this, even if you wait until you die, you will never want to see the gods, let alone live forever?

As for hunting?

Yang Sanyang once saw with his own eyes the demon beast that swallowed clouds and spitted mist, and spewed flames and burned mountains and rocks, and that time, hundreds of hunting primitives went out and never came back.

As for why the gods blessed such a weak race of human beings?

Yang Sanyang couldn't think of it!

Humans cannot communicate with the gods unless they send down oracles on their own initiative. According to Yang Sanyang's own speculation, there may be a certain symbiotic relationship between humans and the gods.

Or just like humans in the 21st century, when they see a beast that is about to become extinct, they turn it into a protected animal and keep it in captivity.

Besides that, Yang Sanyang couldn't imagine what effect a small human being could have for a god high above!

"It's time to sleep!" Thinking like this, Yang Sanyang glanced at the sun in the sky, turned around and walked towards the stone cave.

Primitive people have no nightlife, the only nightlife is to make people!

The stone cave is not dark, and it is not damp, scanning the walls of the cave, it can be called a ghostly workmanship, after a few years of judgment, this cave must have the legendary gods to shoot, in order to open up a high more than ten zhang, a hundred zhang deep, and its inner hole shuttle nest, this is not at all a primitive person without a sharp weapon can do.

The female leader sat in the cave, her palm dexterously concocted a leather, and when she saw Yang Sanyang walk in, she smiled with big white teeth.

Leather, not everyone can enjoy it!

Only children and women can enjoy the skin, and male primitive people can only sleep in the 'pig's nest' made of various dry grass.

The female leader has probably given birth to more than a dozen children in the past few years, and Yang Sanyang is just the quietest and most special one among them, so it is very easy to be remembered.

Sticking headlong into the skin of an unknown beast and feeling the softness of the straw under him, Yang Sanyang sighed lightly, looking at the black rocks above in a daze.

When he came to this primitive society, there was no one to communicate with him, and Yang Sanyang's loneliness was indescribable.

What can he do besides eating and sleeping?

I remember the first time I saw the divine fire, and after seeing the blessings of the gods, he once wanted to go over to cultivate, and then fantasized about killing the Quartet like the protagonists in countless novels, punching the god king and kicking the demon lord, and then having three wives and four concubines in his arms.

However, it is not an egg!

A novel is a novel after all

He fantasized about the existence of prophets, wizards, and powerful people in the tribe, who could swallow clouds and mist, and who could communicate with the gods. He even secretly rummaged through the entire tribe, and he never saw the slightest cultivation book.

Primitive people are primitive people after all, just a group of primitive people with surprising strength, and the so-called cultivation of the magic method is just their secret imagination.

But

All these things have not dispelled the heat in his heart, and then there is a world of gods, which does not want to live forever?

After tossing for five years, the only reason for him to be tenacious and not let go, and to persevere, is the Tao Te Ching that he remembers in his mind.

Although Yang Sanyang was not a fan of Buddhism in his previous life, he had also read some Buddhist classics, such as the Tao Te Ching, a supreme classic of Taoism, as long as he was a teenager in the second year of secondary school, he couldn't help but take a look.

In the past few years, he turned the Tao Te Ching over and pondered it, but unfortunately he still didn't figure it out, and then he didn't .......

The only thing that makes him not give up is that this Tao Te Ching can't be opened.

Not bad

It's really impossible to open your mouth.

It's just a matter of thinking about it in your mind, and if you want to open your mouth to recite the Tao Te Ching, it's as if there is a strange force in the underworld, blocking your mouth and throat, and you can't make a sound.

"The Tao can be the way, not the constant way, the name can be named, not the constant name, ......" silently reciting a Tao Te Ching, except for reviewing the old and learning the new, there is no use.

"It's hard to live in this world!" Yang Sanyang slowly lowered his head, and he smelled a smell of blood in the wind.

There is no need to go out, Yang Sanyang knows that he must be dead again!

The primitive people here seem to have a thousand pounds of strength, but the beasts outside are more ruthless, more cunning, and more domineering!

Yang Sanyang didn't go out, listening to the screams outside, he had seen a lot over the years, and he was numb.

"Survival! If you want to live forever, you must first survive!" Yang Sanyang lowered his eyebrows.

"It's been five years, and in three days it will be the sixth year, and then I'll be going to go out with the hunting team!" Yang Sanyang slowly closed his eyes, picked up the fruit around him and nibbled hard.

The sadness outside didn't last long, the noisy sound of the cave ** gradually subsided, Yang Sanyang let go of the palm in his ear, stared at the roaring bonfire, and a sigh appeared in his eyes.

"Where is the road of eternal life, I have been waiting for five years, and if I continue like this, I will join the hunting team in three days, I am afraid that I don't know when I will die here!" Yang Sanyang slowly closed his eyes.

Participating in the hunting team, although it is just to learn knowledge, but the wild is extremely dangerous, there is never a shortage of crises, and there are many primitive children who fold outside every year.

"Why did the gods notice me!" Yang Sanyang slowly closed his eyes.

He was thinking about his own worth, and if he wanted to gain immortality, the first step was for the gods to look at him and pay attention to him, and then he could send down his gifts.

"Perhaps, there is a way, but it is too risky......" Yang Sanyang lowered his head, and the whole person shrank in the animal skin.

Blasphemy!

The word first came to mind when he was three years old, when Yang Sanyang first encountered a ferocious beast attacking and killing ten strong men who had a night vigil and broke into a cave.

Then there was the bloody battle, Yang Sanyang picked up the flames in the cave at a critical moment, scared away the beasts, but also stunned countless primitive people.

Then that night, Yang Sanyang was tied up by the primitive people and enshrined in front of the altar of the gods, becoming a sacrifice to the gods, as if they were cattle and sheep.

God knows how desperate he was at that time!

Perhaps it was his usual spirituality that won the love of the female leader, and then at the critical moment, the leader overrode public opinion and saved Yang Sanyang!

The price is that the entire tribe did not make a fire for half a year!

The flames of the tribe are taken back by the gods!

The sheiness gave all the food she had stored to appease the anger of her people.

Blasphemy!

The flame of the gods is the fire of life, the fire of protection, not the fire of killing

At that moment, life and death are only on the line.

At that moment, Yang Sanyang had a faint realization in his heart, fortunately, he was young that year, and there was a flame available in the tribe, so he didn't have that thought......

Flame is the authority of the gods, if you drill wood to make fire, it is to seize the rights of the gods, I am afraid that it will be a blessing and a curse!

"This world ......" Yang Sanyang's brows slowly furrowed: "No matter what, you can't delay, go out to follow the hunting team, there is a thirty percent chance of becoming a beast snack, I will never sit still!"

"What if I blasphemy? After all, the gods must notice me, so that I can have that glimmer of life!" Yang Sanyang frowned.

After being reborn, perhaps because of the daily meditation of the Tao Te Ching, his intuition became more and more powerful, and he even had a sense of divine understanding.

"Everything, just tomorrow, if you become a step, you will ascend to the sky, at least you can eliminate the immediate crisis! If you lose, you will be turned into ashes in the divine punishment!" Yang Sanyang lowered his head.