Cultivation Begins with Cultivating Spiritual Roots

　　 Yang Buyi and Yirong glanced at each other, seeing a glimmer of dawn, and immediately found the clan elders and sacrifices to the elders.

　　 "Two old men, why do you call us gods?"

　　 Yang asked indifferently, but the two hadn't shown the ability to fly before, so called by them, they have many associations.

　　 "Because the costumes worn by the two gods are similar to those worn by the statues of the gods enshrined by our tribe, we call it that way, but after seeing the abilities of the two gods, our guess is correct." The sacrificial old man said respectfully.

　　 "The statue of the god?" Yang Buyi's eyes lit up. As expected, they quickly said, "Can you take us to see the statue of the god?"

　　 "Yes, the two gods, please come with me!" The old man sacrificed his cane and walked forward to lead the way.

　　 Through the neat stone houses all the way, the four of them came to the back of the tribe, where there is an independent, small stone temple.

"The two gods and the statues of the gods are here." When he came to the front, the elder sacrificed to the elder said piously, and then he and the clan elder went through a dignified and mysterious ceremony outside the stone temple. The pious appearance seemed to combine the spirit and the soul. They are all pinned in the stone temple.

　　 Yang hardly glanced at Yirong, and didn't rush in, just waited quietly.

　　 After the ceremony of elders and sacrifices to the elders was completed, it was seen that the two gods of Yang Buyi did not enter, but were waiting for them, their expressions were a little more frightened and more respectful.

　　 "Two gods, please!" Their bodies bowed slightly, and they reached out their hands to indicate, their hearts became more respectful and recognized in front of the two gods.

　　 Yang Buyi nodded their heads, and then entered the stone temple.

　　 looked up and saw a tall stone statue of ordinary people on the stone platform. The stone statue was dark and slightly old, but it was clean and the outline of the face was clearly visible.

　　 That was a kind-looking old man, with a gentle smile on his face, and he looked approachable, gentle and kind.

　　 The stone statue is lifelike, one-third of the cut, Yang Buyi not only saw his smile, but also saw a faint melancholy between his eyebrows, as well as a faint relief.

　　 A stone statue with such a rich expression made Yang Buyi a little surprised.

　　 But when I saw the gown worn by the stone statue, I was shocked and excited.

　　Because he discovered that the stone statue was actually wearing the clothes of Dongfuzong many years ago. He had seen related illustrations in the book "The World of Common Cultivation".

　　 Yang couldn't easily take a deep breath, suppressed his excitement, and asked: "Two old men, how long has this statue of **** existed?"

　　 "The tribe is handed down from generation to generation. I heard from the previous generation of priests that this statue of the **** has existed for thousands of years." The old man said truthfully.

　　 "It's a thousand years?" There is not much difference between the time and the guess in his heart. Yang Buyi continued to ask, "Do you know the origin and whereabouts of this god?"

　　 "The origin of the gods is mysterious. I heard that the sacrificial ancestors of the previous generations said that they were encountered by the tribesmen when they went hunting in the mountains more than a thousand years ago. That time the gods rescued the entire hunter team and the tribe was able to survive."

　　 "So far, my Wood Spirit tribe has regarded him as a god, and the **** also lives in the tribe."

　　 "Although the gods often went out during that time, they would still return to the tribe after two or three years." Said the sacrificial old man.

　　 often go out? The brother who came to think about a thousand years ago must be looking for a way out.

　　 Yang Buyi was overjoyed, and continued to ask, "What happened after that? Where did the **** go?"

　　 Sacrifice to the old man does not know why the **** in front of him is so interested in that god, but this is not something he can figure out, and continues to say religiously:

　　 "It is said that the **** has been flexible for more than two hundred years, and when he is dying, he will turn into this idol, and will always bless my wooden spirit tribe!" The sacrificial old man took a pious look at the idol above.

"What? You said this stone statue was made of the god's spirit?" Yang Buyi's heart was shocked, "that senior brother from a thousand years ago actually sat here? So...that is to say, he Didn't find a way out?"

Yang Buyi suddenly raised his head and looked at the stone statue. He actually understood the melancholy between his eyebrows in an instant. For hundreds of years, he could not find a way out. He was sad and distressed. At the last moment of sitting down, he finally let go of his heart. When Shumei’s obsession, a hint of relief finally emerged.

　　 "Haven't found a way out for hundreds of years?" Yang Buyi couldn't help being disappointed. Yirong also noticed the look in his eyes. Under the sound transmission of his divine knowledge, she also understood everything, and her eyes dimmed even more.

　　 The two walked out of the stone temple and sat quietly on the grass in front of the tribe. Looking at this strange place, they couldn't help but feel a little confused.

　　 "You said, don't we never get out? We will all die here, right?" Yi Rong hugged his knees, trembling slightly.

　　 "Maybe, maybe not!" Yang Buyi slowly lay on the grass.

　　 "You said, I will never see my grandpa, right?"

Seeing Yirong suddenly embracing her knees and crying low, Yang Buyi was slightly startled, looking at her trembling back, hesitated to speak, hesitated for a while, and suddenly laughed: "We can't die if we fall into the devil's nest. Fortune and life are great, and falling into it should be a kind of chance and luck."

　　 "But... we can't get out... My grandpa doesn't have much medicine in his hands..." Yirong said, sobbing directly.

"The brother accumulated blessings and virtues for us. As soon as we came in, we were saved by the people of the Wood Spirit Tribe. He searched for hundreds of years. Although he could not find the way in the end, he turned into a stone statue and stayed here. I hope we continue to look for it, and he will definitely bless us younger generations in the Spirit of Heaven."

　　 "Before the worst result, please don't give up. Keep looking, there is always hope."

　　 Yang Buyi suddenly smiled and stood up. Although there were concerns in his heart, there must be someone on the side of hope for the two of them. He raised his eyes and scanned this beautiful secret realm, and said with a smile, Xiang Yirong.

"In my hometown, old people used to say that more laughter will lead to more luck. Going out more can discover more opportunities. Maybe the way out is not far away, maybe we are stepping on it. Just stepped on it."

　　 He smiled slightly, squatted down, wiped away the tears for her, stood up and stretched out, "Come on, I'll take you for a walk!"

　　 also raised his head slightly, seeing his brilliant smile, hesitating, in a trance, as if seeing hope, inadvertently, slowly stretched out his slender white palm.

　　 Yang was not easy to grasp, and took her to the sky.

　　 Passing all the way, mountains, grasslands, rivers, you have a panoramic view.

　　 The flowers are blooming, the grass is fragrant, mixed with the smell of earth, and they are constantly pouring into the tip of the nose.

Below 　　 is a sea of ​​flowers plain, endless, colorful and exotic flowers make this plain full of life.

　　氤氲 aura, like a thin smoke, hovering among a hundred flowers, under the sunlight, it is as gorgeous as a colorful haze.

　　 Snow-white rabbits, cute ah ah mice, colorful deer, jumping between flowers and plants, full of spirituality.

　　 Yang Buyi, the two of them passed by, and no one spoke, so they flew quietly.

　　 Suddenly, a little golden light in front attracted Yang Buyi's attention. He immediately pulled Yirong to fly down, and came to the golden light, and found that it was actually a golden flower.

　　 "Look, I'll just say that there will be good luck if you walk around!" Yang Buyi marveled at this magical place. Is the panacea overflowing? One side also smiled to Yirong.

　　 "Golden Flame Flower?!" Yi Rong slowly returned to his senses, quite surprised, and recognized the flower in front of him.

　　 "Look, what is this?" Yang Buyi suddenly saw something and pulled up a piece of grass, and handed it to Yirong.

　　 "This is... Sword Grass!" Yirong's gloomy face finally had a slight change in expression, and he quickly reached out and grabbed it.

　　 "Look, this is luck and chance, what you need, just like this is held in your hand, believe me, we will definitely find a way out!" Yang Buyi smiled and took the opportunity to cheer her up.

　　 "Thank you!" Yirong suddenly raised his head and whispered to Yang Buyi.

　　 "Thank me, then give me the antidote!" Yang Buyi grinned suddenly.

　　 is also startled, UU reading www. uukanshu.com stared at him, don't know how, Xiu frowned, trying to take a step away, only to find that his hand was still being held by him, instantly like a frightened little rabbit, he hurriedly threw his hand away.

　　 After three steps, this frowned and said: "So you are to understand the medicine!"

Yang Buyi was stunned, shook his hand in embarrassment, and coughed lightly, no longer entangled in this topic, and said: "You see, we have encountered both the elixir and the sword grass, maybe the passage is hidden in this sea of ​​flowers. Uncertain, let's look for it."

　　 As he said, he found it, frowned and followed.

　　 "This is Seven Star Grass!"

　　 "Water-soluble flowers!"

　　 "Oxtail grass!"

　　 "Gallery!"

　　 A low whistle kept ringing.

　　 Along the way, Yang Buyi harvested many low-level elixir, and Yirong also found a lot of sword grass!

　　 They were quite surprised, what place is this, there are elixir everywhere, treasures everywhere?

　　 The two gained a great deal, and they also returned to the Wood Spirit tribe before dark.

　　 Under the moonlight, Yang Buyi took out the pill furnace he bought from Wanbaohang, sat on it, holding the alchemy handbook in his hand, and looked at it with relish.

　　 Such a rare treasure land, he has harvested so many elixir, he is a little excited!

　　 Since there is no way out, he wants to take this opportunity to take advantage of this precious opportunity to learn alchemy.

　　 Not far away, Yi Rong saw him, walked over slowly, and muttered: "We can't find a way out. You are still interested in reading."

　　 "We have gained so much today, this is a good sign, maybe tomorrow, maybe the day after tomorrow, we can find a way out, don't worry, we will definitely be able to go out." Yang Buyi smiled at her slightly.