The latest big event in the Samsara Tribe is the election of a new chief.
Everyone can participate in the Chief's Choice and have a chance to become a Chief, but the person with the greatest chance is probably Li.
He is a hunting captain himself, has great prestige, and is very popular among the tribe. There is a strong demand to become the next chief.
Xiaobai also asked the old chief what he meant, but the old man smiled and shook his head, thinking that it meant that it was impossible for Sensation to become the new chief.
This is an internal matter of the tribe. Xiaobai has no intention of intervening and lets them make their own democratic decision.
Of course, when a new chief takes office, he must come to offer sacrifices and obtain the approval of his god, otherwise the name will not be justified.
Is divine power higher than royal power?
Xiaobai touched his chin and couldn't help but smile, it felt pretty good.
After all, there are indeed gods in this world, and they are really protecting the people under their command. So what's wrong with divine power surpassing royal power?
Li followed the trade caravan to the Yishi Valley, so he no longer had to worry about the selection of the chief.
The old chieftain has recently moved out of the tribe's headquarters and moved into the totem hall.
Because of the presence of reincarnation sacrifices, the totem hall spontaneously changed and formed a series of small partitioned rooms, which gave the old chief a place to rest and live.
The old chief got up very early every day. He had already woken up as soon as the sun appeared. As usual, he went to the totem pole to pray, gathered some power of faith, and then visited Xiaobai and strolled to the tribe's headquarters.
With the collection of prayers during this period, there is already an extremely thin layer of water mist in the crystal bottle. This is the faith solution that has not yet condensed, but it can also be used to release divine magic.
Back at the tribe, the old chief found a wooden post to sit on, and the children gathered around him.
Since he became the reincarnation priest, he has started to let go of tribal affairs, no longer take care of them, and instead tells stories to the children of these tribes every day.
It's said to be a story, but it's actually his experience, from when he was a child to when he became a reincarnation priest.
I have told it over and over again, but the children still love to listen to it. After all, there are no interesting things in primitive society. Having someone to tell stories is enough to make them happy.
After being a chief for so many years, Sheng knows more and has more thoughts than other tribesmen.
While telling the story, he continued to exaggerate the greatness of the god Xiaobai, how many benefits he had brought to the tribe, and how the children were able to eat well because of the blessing of the god, etc.
He is planting seeds. When these children grow up, these seeds will slowly sprout and become Xiaobai's most loyal followers.
The tribesmen would not stop him, and would even ask their children to listen carefully. They believed that the old chief did not tell lies, and what he said were all practical things. It would be good to listen more.
The old chief sat on the wooden stake and looked at these children with a kind smile. Suddenly he was slightly stunned and asked these children: "Why does it seem that there is one person missing?"
The number of children is limited, and the old chief has seen them every day, so he naturally knows who is coming and who is not.
The children looked at each other blankly, indeed they were missing a little friend.
A little boy with a runny nose came to Sheng and said, "Old chief, Gen is sick and can't come."
Get ill!
When the old chief heard this change, his expression suddenly changed and he slowly stood up.
In another world, children are not as delicate as Xiaobai's previous life. They drink the milk of giant beasts when they are born. Their physical fitness is very good and they will not get sick easily.
And once you get sick, it means death.
Of course the old chief would not watch a life disappear like this. He pulled the little boy and asked: "Are you sure Gen is sick?"
The little boy nodded ignorantly: "Yes, he was lying in bed and couldn't get up."
He was very ill. The old chief said quickly: "Let's go, take me to his house."
A group of children shouted loudly, jumping ahead and leading the way, while the old chief hurriedly followed behind.
Gen, like other children in the tribe, knows who his mother is but does not know who his father is.
After all, the Samsara Tribe has just started private ownership, and the human-creation movement is a bit... emmm... chaotic.
His mother was not at home, only Gen was lying on the bed alone, in a daze, without any strength in his body.
He hadn't eaten since last night. He was very hungry and wanted to get out of bed to find dried meat, but he didn't even have the strength to turn over, so he could only lie on the bed dryly.
There was a sudden shouting outside the house, and Gen turned around hard to look.
The door was opened, and a figure walked in from outside.
The old chief looked at Gen's sallow face and knew something was wrong. He asked the other children to get water and dried meat. He also lit a fire and prepared to make broth. He came to sit next to Gen.
He gently touched Gen's forehead, which was hot, and asked in a warm voice: "Gen, do you recognize me? How do you feel now?"
Gen actually recognized the old chief who often told stories. His lips moved but no sound came out.
The old chief went to the wooden cup from the side and fed him some water. After seeing that he had gained some energy, he said: "Close your eyes and rest. I will treat you right now. You will recover after you sleep."
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Gen nodded hard and closed his eyes.
The old chief stood up and became serious. He slowly stretched out his hands, floated above Gen's body, closed his eyes, and prayed quietly.
As he prayed, the power of faith in the crystal bottle surged, as if a breeze blew into it and disturbed the calm.
The power of faith came into play, helping him release the first divine spell to cure diseases in his life.
The children stared blankly at the old chief's hands, and his hands began to glow white.
Not irritating and very gentle.
Gen, who was sleeping soundly, felt as if he was soaking in a hot spring, his whole body was warm, and the coldness and weakness caused by illness were leaving him.
At this time, Gen's mother came back. She couldn't help but cover her mouth when she saw this scene, and did not dare to make any noise to disturb the old chief.
Although she didn't know what the old chief was doing, she knew that this man would not harm her children.
It wasn't until the light disappeared that the old chief slowly opened his eyes, reached out and touched Gen's forehead, and couldn't help but smile.
The body temperature has returned to normal.
Gen's mother immediately knew that he was treating her child, so she quickly came to the old chief and said, "Thank you, thank you."
The old chief shook his head gently, looked in the direction of the totem pole, and said softly: "This is all the arrangement of the gods. He does not want Gen to go to him. He hopes Gen can live, so he sent me
come over."
Gen's mother immediately fell to her knees and murmured piously: "My God!"