After the harvest ceremony, the 71 tribes sent people to the temple to learn how to farm and raise livestock came from all over the country one after another. The pen "Fun" Pavilion cut down a lot of trees around the ant tribe www.biquge.info all of them were transported back to the temple to build a post house, and these people who came to study handed over the things needed for eating and drinking in the post house, and these things naturally had to be handed over more to provide for the daily expenses of the post house.

The land of the ant tribe was deeply turned, led by the Jieren tribe, and several scattered remnants of the northern tribe formed a new tribe, named the Tea Tribe, which was specifically responsible for the cultivation of tea.

The ruins left behind by the cannibal forest could not grow anything, this once cursed land had no grass and no water, and the fish-man tribe was fed by a waterfall in the high mountains to the south, and under the waterfall there was a large rushing river, which in turn formed a large number of small tributaries, and the fish-man tribes lived on the water, forming the current tribal alliance.

The water for the temple is pumped from the underground river by a waterwheel in the mezzanine, and each floor has a special water outlet, which has both the function of cooling and taking water. This watermill has also been passed down from generation to generation, and no one knows when it began.

All the tributaries invariably bypassed the cannibal forest, as if there was something terrible there. Wei Youqing set up an altar in the ruins of the cannibal forest, called the sacrifice to the gods, in fact, to worship the dead ancestors of the fox tribe, to tell the ancestors, the souls of the enemies have left, the past is gone, the descendants of the future generations are ready to open a canal to divert water here, please give the descendants of the future generations a way to live.

Wei Youqing didn't know if this sacrifice had any effect, but looking at the eyes of the fish people full of piety and hope under the altar, the priest Qiu Qing bathed and changed clothes, wearing holy robes, and presided over this solemn special sacrifice.

Wei Youqing specially chose a day covered with clouds to hold such a sacrificial ceremony, and this day was chosen by the three ghosts after observing the celestial phenomena for a long time. The skill of the three ghosts is really profound, and on the day of the sacrifice, the clouds are black and pressed to the ground, and the sea is also stormy, as if the heavy rain is about to come. Many merchant ships did not dare to go any further and docked on the west coast of the Pearl Island.

This is exactly what Wei Youqing wants, he is going to build a workshop here, but the cannibals on Pearl Island discourage many merchant ships. He wanted the merchants to see for themselves that cannibalism was a thing of the past.

Although the wind was whining outside, as soon as people walked into this cannibal forest, they felt the heat rushing to their faces, and in the blink of an eye, sweat soaked their clothes. What's even more terrifying is that there is no life here, although the blackened ground has been turned over, there are no living creatures in the ground that can be turned out, not even a single earthworm or small worm.

Wei Youqing's fish-shaped dagger was nowhere to be found, and not even a single fragment was found.

Dressed in a white robe with long waist-length hair, Wei Youqing stood on a high altar. The night pearl in front of his forehead exudes a faint brilliance, and a pair of obsidian-like eyes look up at the dim sky. The people under the altar whispered, and in their eyes, a hazy, pearly halo shrouded the demon-like child.

With the sound of the ancient horn, Wei Youqing knelt down, he did not continue the rituals of the previous sacrifice ceremony, the story of his previous life made him full of awe of the heavens.

The young priest was so speechless that the audience could not hear what he was saying, and the people prayed as they imagined the priest. Until the priest stopped whispering and bowed down to heaven and earth, the people in the audience also knelt down and followed the priest to bow down sincerely.

At first, only the fishmen knelt down, and then the merchants who came to take shelter from the rain and wind to watch the excitement were also shocked by this piety and solemnity, and they knelt down together and followed the movements of the fishmen to kneel and worship reverently, expressing their awe of the heavens.

The dim canopy of heaven seemed to be torn open by people's piety, and a trace of wind penetrated in, and everyone felt a chill. The crowd stirred, the people prayed more sincerely and loudly, the wind grew stronger and stronger, and at last, the invisible canopy that blocked the Netherworld over the Netherworld seemed to be opened, and the wind was mixed with the torrential rain, howling.

People continued to kneel in the rain, letting their hair and clothes wet with the rain, and the parched land greedily sucked the rain, puffs of green smoke rose and the smell of the earth came to their faces.

On the altar, the young priest stood up, his hands raised, his long wet hair and robes whipped and fluttered in his face and body, and the rain ran down his cheeks and joined a small stream at the tip of his nose and chin.

Wei Youqing raised his arms and let out a long and thick howl, the sky was lightning and thunder, and the roar of the waves came from the distant seaside.

Suddenly, a white lightning bolt pierced the sky and hit Wei Youqing standing on the stage. Wei Rong, who had been standing on the side of the altar, was stunned, and before he could even scream, there was a thunderclap, and the night pearl on Wei Youqing's forehead shattered in response to the sound, and turned into ashes in an instant.

Wei Youqing only felt trembling all over his body, a strange, penetrating feeling spread throughout his body, through the layers of rain and mist, Wei Youqing heard a girl's call: "Snow beaver!" Beaver! Come back soon......

Wei Youqing's tears flowed all over his face with the rain, and he felt dizzy and could barely stand. He opened his eyes, and through the layers of rain and mist, he could see that all the people of the Fish-Man tribe were looking at him. Wei Youqing shook off the water on his face, and announced the end of the sacrificial ceremony with his unique low and pleasant and unusually clear voice.

As Wei Youqing left the altar, the rain became lighter and lighter, and finally it cleared completely. Wei Rong looked at Wei Youqing, who calmly walked off the altar, and asked worriedly, "Little Chief, ......"

Wei Youqing shook his head tiredly, trying not to let himself faint. If the priest fainted after the ceremony, wouldn't that make this netherworld even more strange and ominous?

Slave tribe, Wei Youqing was sitting in the bathtub, Wa Cricket and Slave were helping him bathe and wash his hair, Wei Youqing looked at himself in the big bronze mirror. A snow-white, fluffy white fox was clearly reflected inside, which startled Wei Youqing, and when he looked at it again, it was still the little boy with a pair of big sparkling eyes.

Wei Youqing felt extremely sleepy, he sent away the crickets and slaves, let Wei Rong accompany him, and lay down with confidence, in his sleep, a snow-capped crystal world appeared in front of him, and laughter like silver bells echoed everywhere. The beautiful white fox turned into a handsome boy for a while, and then turned back into the prototype. A happy voice echoed in his ears: "Little fox, you are really lazy, how long has it been?" Why can't you stabilize the human form? Is it because you don't work hard enough in your cultivation? Watch me tell the green fox fairy and spank you! ”

Wei Youqing woke up excitedly, and the voice that appeared in the dream was Wu Kongyang.