"I am the Emperor of Heaven, and He Lei dares to add to me!"

A strange and majestic roar sounded, and words that did not belong to this time and space appeared, making the void quiet and the thunder faded away.

After all the visions disappeared, a pottery jar was left in place. A light cocoon was nurtured next to the pottery jar, echoing the sound of chanting scriptures, as if ancient ancestors were worshiping and worshiping.

"The navel is the ancestral palace, the inside is called Huangting, the heart is called Jianggong, the lung is called Huagai, the tongue is called Huachi, the soles of the feet are called Yongquan, and one inch and three minutes below the navel is called Fengdu. The eighteen plates of the mountains and rivers are called eighteen prisons.

The waterway is called the earthly gate, and the valleyway is called the pylorus."

"The human body is intimately in line with the way of birth of heaven and earth. The left teeth knock the eight sounds as the golden bell, the right teeth knock the eight sounds as the jade pendant, and the front teeth knock the eight sounds as the Dharma drum, the three eights have a total of twenty-four movements, which responds to the response of the 38th.

Twenty-four Qis.”

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[Therefore, it is said: the innate Tao body]

The light cocoon is extremely sacred, like an ancient god sitting upright, making the wild alien species in the mountains and forests tremble and dare not act rashly.

The sky covered the sun, and his eyes were like two wild birds with blood moons. He looked at Guangcoon, and his feathers trembled, as if he had seen a ghost, running for his life wildly.

Walking upright, astonishingly huge, gods and demons who were as tall as mountains saw this, hesitated for a moment and took a detour.

The golden light was shining, and the rock-sized alien insect centipede shivered, and immediately retreated thousands of miles, not daring to come to this place again.

In the early morning, the sun shines like broken gold. The cocoon meets the light and melts little by little like snow, revealing its true appearance.

This is a boy of sixteen or seventeen years old, with a beautiful face and black hair scattered like a waterfall. He was covered on the ground like a half fan, shining with a black luster, like a lotus blooming in the wilderness, like a breeze in the jungle.

But the body was covered with scars, blue and purple, like a rag doll that was being played with.

The people from Shicun discovered this young man. The simple mountain people wanted to rescue him, but were afraid of causing trouble, because the young man did not look like a child of the Great Wilderness Tribe, but more like a descendant of the Wanghou family.

Simple does not mean stupidity, no one wants to get into trouble for nothing.

The stone village is not very big. There are more than 300 people in men, women, young and old. The house is made of huge stones, simple and natural.

When I discovered something about outsiders, I passed through ten and ten to hundreds of people. Everyone ran to the end of the village to watch the boy.

"Everyone said whether to save it or not, and it cannot be delayed."

The next patriarch, Shi Linhu, the captain of the hunting team, scratched his head anxiously and shouted: "The hunting time is coming, we are going to set off."

In the Great Wilderness, food is very precious to them and cannot be wasted.

If you set out later today, you will miss the best time to hunt. If there is less prey, a family may endure hunger.

"This person's origin is unknown, so we should ignore him and avoid him. When he leaves, we will return to Shicun."

Some villagers suggested that they received support from many people.

"Uncle Hu, I don't think he is a bad guy."

A little guy shouted in a titty voice, attracting everyone's attention.

This is a very young child, only one or two years old. He has just learned to walk for a few months. His big eyes are spinning, and his whole body looks like a white porcelain doll, very cute.

Everyone laughed and eased the current nervous bullying. Shi Linhu also smiled honestly and asked, "Xiao Shihao, how do you know that he is not a bad person."

Xiao Shihao walked to the boy with a step, picked up the pottery jar, closed his eyes and sniffed it hard, and immediately smiled and said, "Uncle Tiger, Grandpa, you see this is a beast milk!"

"People who eat animal milk are like little ones and are very well-behaved."

Xiao Budian's worldview is very simple, thinking that people who drink animal milk are similar to those of him.

The people in Shicun suddenly looked strange and looked at the clay pot that was personally identified by the beast-breasted master Xiao Budian.

Could it be that this young man also grew up drinking animal milk?!

Otherwise, how could you carry a pot with you?

Several children rushed to take the pottery jar, sniffed it one after another, and shouted loudly: "It's really beast milk!"

"You little, you are so smart!"

Xiao Shihao smiled silly, his big black eyes narrowed into crescent-shaped shape, as if he had done something huge.

"Class leader, you old man, come up with an idea." A strong man from a hunting team said helplessly.

Shi Yunfeng, the old clan leader of Shicun, sighed and said, "I can't tell you, I have to ask God Liu."

Now it was immediately banned, and the God of Liu was the sacrifice spirit of Shi Village.

Sacrifice spirit, also known as "sacrifice spirit", is the abbreviation of a tribe's "sacrifice and offering spirit". It protects the village and shocks the ferocious beasts in the wilderness.
Chapter completed!