When the people of the Yan tribe saw the reappearance of the ancestral god Yan Huo, their morale was immediately boosted and they shouted loudly.
Some even knelt down directly in the direction of the Yanhuo shadow, piously thanking the ancestor god for his blessing. It turned out that the ancestor god had not abandoned them, it was still there, and it was always with them.
The witch standing on the boulder burst into tears when he saw this scene.
No one knows how much he has been suffering in his heart these past two days. The Yan tribe people were just flustered when the ancestor god disappeared, but he was also scared. The ancestor god has been staying in the tribe for many years, how could he disappear? He looked everywhere for the reason.
, but before he could find it, the ancestor god appeared again.
This is great.
Thank you to the ancestral gods for not abandoning them, and to the ancestral gods for their blessing.
Otherwise, when his soul returns to the ancestral mountain, he will not have the shame to meet the Yanbu ancestors.
The phantom of the Ancestral God Yanhuo only appeared for a moment and then disappeared quickly. But this moment brought endless confidence and courage to the people of the Yan tribe.
Gongliang looked at the dead ferocious birds on the ground, dumbfounded. He didn't expect the ancestor god to be so powerful. In the space between his eyebrows that he didn't know, the blue flame that had just returned became dimmer.
The ferocious beasts that originally attacked Yanbu immediately fled into the woods when they saw the phantom of Yanhuo, and fled far away. Even the ferocious beasts on the bank of the stream were frightened and swam back to the other side.
For a while, there were no vicious beasts attacking either at the village gate or around the tribe. The tribe became very quiet.
Taking advantage of this period, the Yan and Ma tribes jointly cleaned up the corpses of ferocious beasts and birds in the tribe.
Not daring to go out, Yuan Gungun, who had been secretly hiding behind the animal skin curtain and peeking out, found that there was no danger, so he walked out of it in a hurry.
After rubbing flatteringly at Gongliang's feet, he started wandering around. One moment, he was grinning and threatening a dead ferocious bird; the next moment, he was lying on a ferocious beast and drinking the beautiful ferocious beast's blood;
After a while, he pretended to be ferocious and roared at the corpse of a huge beast. But when he actually faced it, he probably ran away in a mess.
Gongliang ignored it, walked over curiously, and picked up a vicious bird that had been shot by the phantom sparks of the Ancestral God Yanhuo. He found that there were no wounds on the body at all, so how could it die?
It’s really puzzling!
After thinking for a moment, he opened the head of the ferocious bird and examined it, and found that all the brains inside were gone. Could it be that the Ancestral God Yanhuo burned all their brains with fire. This was too mysterious, and he felt it was impossible.
But, what is going on?
Gongliang has a good habit of not imagining things that he cannot think clearly, so as not to age prematurely.
So, he walked towards the village gate, intending to help the tribal warriors clean up the ferocious beasts.
Two pillar-tusked elephants were lying in front of the village gate. Their huge bodies almost blocked the village gate. No one could move such a big body, so the warriors next to the village gate decided to cut up the pillar-tusked elephants.
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Gongliang went over to help, and by the way, he kept two of the huge tusks for personal gain, intending to take them back and put them at the door as decoration. Think about it, two tusks, one on the left and one on the right, guard the door. You don’t have to go in, you can do it outside.
I feel a wild and wild breath coming towards my face. Isn’t that a great feeling?
I don’t know if it was because of the ancestral god Yanhuo, but even until dark, no ferocious beast attacked the tribe.
This gave the two warriors, who had been defending day and night to prevent the herd from attacking, finally a chance to rest.
Because the harvest was bountiful, the witch decided to hold the ceremony to worship the ancestor gods again in the evening.
Several huge elephant heads with pillar tusks were placed at the front, followed by vicious beasts with slightly smaller bodies and some ferocious birds.
The shaman is dressed in a rich costume, chants mysterious sentences, and sings to summon the ancestral gods to come.
This time, the purple flame on the stone pillar did not look like it was about to go out or weak like last time. It looked very thick, strong, and full of heat. After the worship, some sparks fell on the flame.
On people.
When Wu saw the sparks floating out, he finally relaxed. The ancestor god was still there. It was probably because of something that happened the previous two times. He could only comfort himself in his heart.
However, some Yanbu people found that the sparks of blessings given by the ancestor gods were not as many as before, but these thoughts were just swept away.
To them, the ancestral god is the supreme being who protects the people of the Yan tribe. Even a bad thought is blasphemy.
But Gongliang really felt that there were very few sparks, only a few, and the old, weak, sick and disabled at the back of the tribe did not get any share at all.
He himself did not realize that a large part of the green smoke that floated out from the heads of ferocious birds and beasts during worship was sucked into the space between his eyebrows, while only some of it escaped into the empty space under the stone pillar and was absorbed by the blue flame.
The flame is based on the fact that some sparks will be given to the Yanbu people after receiving the green smoke from the sacrifice.
The less green smoke is absorbed, the less sparks are given to everyone in the Yan tribe. But Gongliang will not understand this.
After the worship, the weather suddenly changed.
The sky, which had been dark for a long time, finally shed the accumulated snowflakes.
At first, the snow fell slowly.
Later, it was suddenly fast, sometimes slow, sometimes big, sometimes small, completely irregular, and in the end it was just snow in the wind, flying in clumps and falling scatteredly.
The snowflakes were small, thick, soft, and light, as if they had accidentally torn open a white goose feather pillow, and pieces of tiny feathers fluttered down. Then, the small snowflakes became larger and thicker.
, became densely packed, densely packed, just like someone shook the jade tree and Qionghua in the sky, making the flawless white petals fly all over the sky.
It was especially cold at night when it snowed. When he went to bed at night, Gongliang went out of his way to feed Yuan Gun Gun a delicious meal to prevent him from losing his temper again and refusing to sleep with him.
In this kind of weather, if you don’t sleep with this plush, round and warm thing, you won’t be able to sleep peacefully at night.
In order to prevent it from being too cold at night, he nailed an extra layer of animal skin curtains at the door to keep out the cold. The firewood on the stove burned all night long, letting it spit hot air into the house.
Even so, he still covered himself with an extra layer of animal skin, wrapping himself and Yuanyuan tightly.
In the end, because the room was too hot and stuffy, he had to get up and lift off the animal skin, and also opened a corner of the outside curtain for ventilation.
When I woke up the next day, I went out to look and found that the snow had stopped and the sun had come out.
But the outside has turned into a world of pink makeup and jade. Look at the nearby trees that have lost their leaves, and are covered with shiny ice ribs. When the wind blows, the trees sway gently, and the beautiful ice ribs
Under the early morning sunlight, colorful rainbows suddenly radiated out.
The tribe was filled with thick snow, which reached up to his knees when he stepped on it. When Gongliang saw it, he went back to the house and took out a shovel, intending to shovel the snow and make a snowman.
He had always wanted to do this in his previous life, but he felt that he was too old and it seemed childish to do this, so he kept his identity and did not dare to touch it.
Today I just have an opportunity to realize my dream.