The sea of ​​suffering in the heavens is billions

Chapter 194 192 [Even if I carry the milk pot on my back, I need one hand to suppress Huang Tiandi]

There was a sudden silence at the scene, and the old patriarch was in a trance, recalling the past.

The sacrificial spirit of the stone village is a strange stone, which protects the ancestors of the stone village from the invasion of wild beasts, and the people of the stone village also devoutly worship the essence and blood of various strange animals.

This is the rule of the Great Wilderness, and it is also the embryonic form of Shinto.

All living beings offer sacrifices, and sacrifice spirits protect all living beings.

Until late at night one day, the old willow tree came, and the strange rock chose to go away.everything changes
In the middle of that night, there were lightning and thunder, heavy rain, and the storm was extremely violent. Many mountains were smashed down by lightning, mountains torrents were like seas, fierce beasts ran wild like tides, and the scene was terrifying.

At that time, a big willow tree reaching the sky appeared in the clouds, bathed in the sea of ​​thunder, surrounded by lightning as thick as the mountain, and thousands of willows turned into blazing chains, piercing the entire sky, as if they were fighting with something fighting.

In the end, the big willow tree broke, and its body was scorched black. It shrank to its current size, fell down, and took root in the stone village. At the same time, the lightning disappeared and the torrential rain receded.The strange stone that was worshiped and offered in Dangye Village left.

Every time he thought of it, the old patriarch's heart trembled. The old willow tree did not move its roots from other big tribes or mountains and rivers, but descended from the sky and was damaged by endless thunder and lightning. Few people in the village knew.

In the first few decades, it was scorched black, without any vitality, as if it had died completely. It was not until ten years ago that a new tender green branch emerged, and there was no change after that.

But for decades, no savage alien species dared to invade the stone village, which is the greatest proof of the willow god's greatness.

The willow god at the head of the village, and the handsome young man at the end of the village, both have extremely mysterious origins.

"Or, Willow God knows the identity of this boy." The old patriarch Shi Yunfeng secretly guessed, and ordered several young men to make a stretcher out of rattan and carry the boy to the village.

A group of children who didn't think it was a big deal to watch the excitement also followed. The one or two-year-old little Shi Hao staggered, white and chubby like a small ball, always lagging behind the crowd.

"Little one, you're so slow." An older child said disgustedly, patted his shoulder, and said with a smile, "Do you want me to carry you on my back?"

"I can... go by myself." Little Shi Hao said angrily with his eyes wide open

"Ah, yes, yes, the little one who can drink animal milk."

"Haha" a group of children laughed.

Many adults laughed and scolded: "When you were the same age as the little one, didn't you also drink animal milk?"

"He is one and a half years old, and I never drank animal milk at that time!"

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There was a burst of laughter immediately, and the inside and outside of the stone village were full of cheerful atmosphere.

To dilute the sorrow in the early morning, many old people are pleased to see this scene, young and energetic are the best things.

The head of the village is the outermost part of the stone village, and beyond that is the extremely vicious wild world.

At the head of the village is the stone house of the old patriarch Shi Yunfeng, who is accompanied by the spirit of worship. Different from the struggle for power and profit of other royal families, the position of the leader in the wilderness also symbolizes responsibility, and he is obliged to lead the group to survive in the wilderness.

This is the stone house of the patriarchs of all generations, and it is located on the front line of life and death in the wilderness. If there is an attack of beasts, the first to fight is the patriarch's leader.

Adjacent to the altar of the patriarch's stone house, there is a huge piece of lightning strike wood with a diameter of more than ten meters. The whole body is dry and black.

This is Willow God

"The God of Willow is on top."

"Please tell Shicun whether he should take him in or not, and whether it will bring disaster."

The old patriarch bowed down piously, and the elders behind him also prayed, and all the young and middle-aged people showed solemn expressions and worshiped.

In front of Jiling, the most naughty children on weekdays calmed down and looked at the big willow tree in awe.

In the Great Wilderness, the importance and honor of offering sacrifices to the spirit is deeply engraved in everyone's heart.

The Great Wilderness tribe is weak, no more than those Great Pope clans. Tribes without the protection of the spirit sacrifices will soon be submerged in the Great Wilderness, disappearing quietly without a sound.

This is a serious sacrificial process, and this is also a custom, which must be carried out every time you return from hunting.

Pray for the spirit of sacrifice to protect the young and middle-aged who go out, and bring back enough food.

It's just that today I picked up a boy, and there is an extra step.

The scorched willow tree was as silent as before, without any reaction, the only wicker was fluttering in the wind, the old patriarch felt a little lost in his heart, he hadn't seen the sacrificial spirit manifest for many years.

Everyone in Shicun sighed, they were at a loss, they didn't know how to get out, they came from a strange boy.

Suddenly, a little bit of green fluorescence gathered, and the willow spirit moved. The only wicker on the trunk stretched out like an arm, exuding a glistening green glow, condensing the vitality of the world, and hanging down like a brilliant chain, lightly caressed the boy's face.

In an instant, a mark of reincarnation appeared between the young man's eyebrows. In the mark, it seemed that the sun and the moon were revolving, traveling retrogradely, and the light and mist were dense, making it difficult to see the mystery.

A little blessing from Willow God seemed to stimulate a certain level, like inserting a key to open the dusty door, activating the physical body.

The injuries on the surface were repaired little by little, revived, and the life was reactivated.

The extraordinary is bred in the ordinary, and the simplest and most simple truths are contained in ordinary things.

Liu Shen was also taken aback for a moment, he never expected that there would be such a character in the lower realm, theoretically such an existence should not exist in this world, this universe.

Is it the same existence as yourself?

Liu Shen thought about it. He experienced a life-and-death battle, cut off his memory, and wandered here.

When he goes back to the past one day and completely remembers the past, then he will return and be reborn in nirvana
"Rise from ruin, revive from extinction."

"Life is the greatest miracle on earth."

Liu Shen's ethereal voice sounded: "When he wakes up, let him come to see me."

"As ordered!"

The old patriarch Shi Yunfeng bowed down piously, causing a series of worship from the people behind him.

The decree of offering sacrifices to spirits in the Great Wilderness is the most correct, and offering sacrifices to spirits can see things that ordinary people cannot see.

Since Liu Shen agrees to take in the boy, it proves that the boy is harmless to Shicun.

"Let this boy live in my yard." The old patriarch said with a final word.
Everyone had no objection and nodded one after another. It wasn't that they were not hospitable, but that they all had families. What if this young man suddenly woke up while playing the game of making a villain at night, how bad it would be.

Suddenly, a strange voice came.

"Grandpa patriarch, he sleeps in the little one's bed, where does the little one sleep."

One and a half year old little Shi Hao asked curiously
"Little one, you can sleep in my house!"

"Little Shi Hao, come to aunt's house."

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Many women and children laughed and waved towards the little one.

The current little Shi Hao is tender and cute, like a fairy boy, who is loved and loved, unlike his own skinny child who knows how to make trouble all day long.

There was also an old man who invited little Shi Hao to live in his home, with a smile on his face and an unusual enthusiasm.

The little guy was the one they watched growing up, and he was the favorite of Shicun's group. Some old people who had no children recognized him as their grandson.

The old patriarch Shi Yunfeng said with a smile: "Little one, your bed is too small for him, let's make a new one."

Just do what you say, the people of the wild, the soul of the wild, never ambiguous.

Four or five women joined hands, and a brand new wooden bed appeared on the stage. Considering that this was a distinguished guest from the willow god, the old patriarch specially covered it with a precious animal skin of his own.

As night fell, the old patriarch was cooking in front of the stove in the courtyard. The white juice in the clay pot was boiling, and the milk was fragrant. He was boiling animal milk. In addition, he put some herbs in from time to time and stirred it slowly with a wooden spoon.

"Little one, come and eat." The old patriarch shouted with a smile
The little one lost his parents when he was half a year old. He grew up on the milk of beasts. Now he is one year and a few months old. If it is an ordinary child, he should have been weaned long ago, but he still eats very sweet food and refuses to wean him. Dropped, often teased by older children.

But the little one still didn't change, as if he had a special passion for animal milk.

"Thank you patriarch, grandpa."

The little one was holding the earthen pot with a smile, scooping milk sweetly with a wooden spoon, with a satisfied expression on his face.

Suddenly, Xiao BuDian glanced at the boy on the bed, and asked in a low voice, "Grandpa patriarch, why is this sick brother still awake?"

The old patriarch Shi Yunfeng was silent for a moment, thinking that when he was young and wandering in the wilderness, he heard rumors that some strong people would fall into a deep sleep due to injuries, and if there were gods to nourish their qi and blood, they could wake up quickly.

But Shicun is just an ordinary small mountain village, enshrining the ordinary willow god. He is a disused old man who adopts a weak and pitiful little one. What kind of god is there.

"Alas...he lacks nutrition." The old patriarch Shi Yunfeng sighed, and patiently explained in words that little Shi Hao could understand.

"Oh, lack of nutrition." The little boy looked thoughtfully at the milky white liquid in his clay pot.

I heard from the aunt and the others that animal milk is the most nutritious food, and the child will feel better after eating it.

"Too bad, I forgot to turn off the fire." The old patriarch Shi Yunfeng looked at the light of the fire outside the window, and immediately blamed himself for being stupid, and hurried to the yard to put out the fire.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Xiaobudian slipped out of his little bed, walked carefully to the side of the sick boy, and said with a bit of reluctance, "This is the animal milk that Xiaobudian cherishes the most. You must get better after eating it."

The wooden spoon lightly touched the sick boy's lips, and the pure sweet smell filled his mouth. It was inexplicably familiar, but it wasn't this taste.

He still prefers fox milk.

"Snapped……"

The sick boy didn't like the taste, so he turned around instinctively and refused, then according to the inertia, his arm shook slightly, knocking the little milk jug to the ground in an instant.

There was a crisp sound, the clay pot shattered, and hot animal milk flowed all over the floor.

There are tears in the eyes of the little one, I kindly asked you to drink milk, but you knocked over my milk can!
Tolerable or unbearable!
"Woooooooo..."

The little girl couldn't help it anymore, tears fell like pearls, and she cried whenever she said she wanted to.

The loud cries spread to the ears of the sick boy, waking him up like the last straw that broke the camel's back.

"Something happened!"

The old patriarch Shi Yunfeng was taken aback. Hearing the cry, he hurried back to his room.

Then I saw such a scene, the little one with red eyes, the mutilated clay pot, and the sick boy who just woke up and sat on the bed with a confused face, a little milky white was faintly visible at the corner of his mouth.

"Grandpa patriarch, the clay pot has been knocked over." Xiao BuDian said aggrievedly, his stomach growling.

Shi Yunfeng, who seemed to understand what was going on, couldn't laugh or cry, and said again and again: "It's good that people are fine, it's fine that people are fine."

The sick boy on the bed also came back to his senses at this time, and he understood what was happening. Looking at the tragedy he had created in front of him, the corner of his mouth twitched.

He was a majestic generation of emperors, but he was reduced to the point of bullying young children.

"Don't cry then." Zhang Ruoxu said helplessly, "How about I accompany you with a new jar?"

He saw a pot on his bedside, it was the clay pot that accompanied him through the years.

Although it has been obliterated by the power of time, it is still a fetish.

It is also good to repay the grandfather and grandson for saving them.

"real?!"

Xiao Budian suddenly lifted up, tears stopped in mid-air.

A child's grief comes and goes quickly.

After Zhang Ruoxu nodded seriously and handed over the clay pot, Xiaobudian smiled happily.

The old patriarch breathed a sigh of relief, it seemed that this young man did not look like a villain, and he was willing to reason with a child. His patience had surpassed the nine levels of people the old patriarch had seen.

"Little one, thank you brother."

The old patriarch lovingly touched the little boy's head and reminded that while he took Zhang Ruoxu, he also checked the clay pot. It was extremely hard and looked like a treasure.

Maybe it will help Xiaobudian's future growth.

"Thank you, brother sick." Xiao BuDian said earnestly, blinking a pair of big red eyes like a little white rabbit.

"Wait... little one."

Zhang Ruoxu seemed to realize something, his smile froze suddenly, he looked back at the old patriarch and asked, "Where is this place?"

"Great Wilderness, Stone Village." The old patriarch replied seriously
"Is the sacrifice spirit of Shicun a willow tree?!" Zhang Ruoxu asked quickly
The old patriarch Shi Yunfeng was shocked immediately, and said with a bit of awe: "Do you know God Liu?"

Could it be Liushen's old friend, a big shot from the holy land of the ancient country? !

He had seen the scene of the willow god bathing in the sea of ​​thunder, and he knew the extraordinary spirit sacrifices in his village.

Zhang Ruoxu smiled without saying a word, looking straight at the little one, feeling an urge to try.

Hit people as early as possible, knocking over Huang Tiandi's milk can, this feat, who can achieve it in the ages? !

The old patriarch was astonished. In the past, Zhang Ruoxu was reluctant to part with his own clay pot. The clay pot in the hands of the big man might be an extremely precious fetish. He hurriedly said, "It's just a clay pot. I'll make another one tomorrow. Return this pot to..."

"No, it's a little one, so give it to him and give it to him."

Zhang Ruoxu smiled and said meaningfully: "I just want to ask, has this child been drinking animal milk?"

The old patriarch was slightly taken aback, what kind of question is this.

The little one held the pot and asked curiously, "Brother sick, do you also like to drink animal milk?"

"I don't like...uh, like..."

"The milk I drink is not the same milk as yours."

Zhang Ruo spoke righteously, pinched Xiao Budian's fair and tender face, stroked her hair, and couldn't help but smile at the corner of her mouth.

This is a little one, this is Shi Hao, this is Emperor Huangtian! ! !

There are not many opportunities for such unscrupulousness.

Zhang Ruoxu said silently in his heart.

The top of the fairy, proud of the world, if there is me, there will be heaven!
Even if I carry the milk pot on my back and need one hand to suppress Emperor Huangtian, I, Zhang Ruoxu, are invincible in the world!
(End of this chapter)