Buddhist disciples of the prehistoric

Chapter 8
Three months later, Yi looked at the tribe that had begun to take shape in front of him, and felt joyful, and said loudly: "There is a tribe of Yi!"

"You have a tribe! You have a tribe! You have a tribe!"

All the clansmen shouted in unison, and with the shouting of everyone, the luck of all people merged together, forming a cloud of luck with the size of tens of acres, which manifested in front of everyone's eyes.

And at the moment when the spirit cloud of luck manifested, the three people of the Suiren clan who were far away on the coast of the East China Sea suddenly had a feeling in their hearts, knowing that Yi was safe and sound, and even succeeded in building the Youyi tribe.

"As expected of Yi!" Suirenshi was very proud, as if he was praising himself.

At this moment, someone suddenly broke in and announced breathlessly, "Leader, there is an old man outside who said that he wants to come to our tribe to preach and teach our human race what morality is."

"Preach?" In one sentence, Suirenshi only noticed the word "preach". You must know that this word cannot be used indiscriminately, and those who can use this word are only those top-level powers in the whole prehistoric world.

"Hurry up, hurry up, go and bring him in, no, no, no, I'll go and greet him in person." It was the first time Suirenshi was so flustered, he hurried to the outside of the tribe, and saw an ordinary old man who couldn't be more ordinary.

But when Suiren raised his head and saw the purple aura above the old man's head, he was overjoyed and hurried forward and said, "The Suiren tribe would like to thank the sage for preaching to us."

"I'm not a saint, I'm just a preacher." The old man said with a slight smile.

Suiren didn't talk too much anymore, and directly welcomed the old man in, and asked, "Dare to ask when the sage preaches?"

"Leader, don't worry." After saying this, the old man walked towards the tribe.

Suirenshi looked at the old man's back, thought for a while, and said to the people beside him: "This matter should not be publicized."

As soon as the old man entered the tribe, Wahuangtian's master noticed something, and his holy eyes lowered slightly. Seeing the old man in the Suiren tribe, he murmured: "Eldest brother has already realized the opportunity to prove the Tao."

"The age of saints is coming soon!"

After a long time, the lingering sound dissipated, and Wahuangtian returned to silence.

In this way, the old man lived in the Suiren tribe for ten years.

At first, some people paid attention to the old man from time to time, but as time went by, people in the Suiren tribe seemed to have forgotten about this matter, and only regarded the old man as an ordinary old man.

Let him do what he can, give him food, give him water to drink, give him a house to live in, everything, just like the old people in the tribe.

"Old man, are you a fairy?" A naive child asked the old man curiously while holding a bowl of water.

The old man put down the wild vegetables he was picking, raised his head and asked, "Do you think I am?"

"I don't know, but I want to be a fairy." The boy shook his head and said, "So if you are a fairy, can you teach me?"

"why?"

"Because after I become a fairy, I can better protect my people."

"Okay, I can teach you, apprenticeship." The old man said suddenly.

The little boy was taken aback, then gave the old man the water in his hand, knelt on the ground with a plop, kowtowed three times, and said: "Disciple Xuan worships the teacher!"

After hearing the name, the old man was slightly taken aback, and asked, "Why are you called Xuan?"

"Leader Youyi once wrote down a word Xuan, and my mother thought it was very good, so she named me Xuan." Xuan rubbed his head and said.

"You Yi family?" The old man frowned slightly, and with a thought, he knew that this son had something to do with him.

"Chief Youyi is very powerful. He invented spears and wooden shields. It is precisely because of Chief Youyi that we can better defend against the attacks of wild animals." Xuan thought the teacher was curious about Chief Youyi, and quickly introduced .

The old man suppressed the distracting thoughts in his heart, and said with a smile: "Yes, he is a very powerful leader."

"Let's go, we are leaving Suirenshi." The old man stood up and walked slowly outside the tribe.

"Oh." Xuan put the stone bowl in his arms and hurriedly followed.

Although many people have forgotten the existence of the old man, Suiren did not forget that when the old man was about to leave the tribe, he ran over and asked, "Saint, what do you mean by preaching?"

"The way of the human race is broad and profound, and the Guangsui tribe cannot perfect it, so I need to go to all the tribes of the human race to spread the word to the human race." The old man said lightly.

"The saint is a great virtue." Suirenshi was silent, and after saluting, he turned sideways so that the old man and Xuan could leave.

When Xuan came to Suirenshi's side, he reached out and touched Xuan's head, and said softly, "Xuan, learn from the saint."

"Although the sage didn't preach, he took in a disciple. Presumably, there is already a cultivation method suitable for my human race. I hope Yi can fulfill his wish." Suirenshi thought silently in his heart.

Seeing the old and the young walking away, Suiren turned back to the tribe.

"Teacher, why did the Suiren leader call you a saint?"

"He called by mistake."

"Oh." After Xuan got the answer, he stopped asking.

In the next 30 years, the old man took Xuan to all the human tribes in the east, and traveled to every place of the human race.

There are stories of an old man in all tribes. Because he doesn't know his name, and he showed his face to others, he is respectfully called Laozi.

And Xuan Ye has grown from a child to a young man. Although he has not cultivated, he often listens to the teachings of saints, and his progress is rapid.

"It seems that we still have to go to the Youyi Tribe." Sensing that he was only a hair away from becoming a saint, Lao Tzu said helplessly.

Xuan asked curiously: "Teacher, don't you want to go to Youyi tribe?"

"Yeah, I don't want to go, it's too far away." Lao Tzu said.

Xuan knew that the teacher was lying to him, but since the teacher didn't want to tell, he didn't ask.

"Let's go." Lao Tzu shook his head, used Taoism for the first time, and brought Xuan Bianyan across hundreds of millions of miles to the Youyi tribe.

Yi, who has led the Youyi tribe to a population of 500 million, was wandering in the tribe when he suddenly saw the auspicious vision of purple air coming from the east. He was overjoyed and rushed to the tribe to wait for the saint to come.

Forty years have passed, and Yi's face still hasn't changed much, but he can feel that those elixir and fruit have little effect on him.

If this continues, he will slowly age within a hundred years, and after 300 years, he will turn into a pile of loess like other tribesmen.

Yi didn't wait long, and saw two people, one old and one young, coming towards Zi Qi, and quickly said: "The leader of the human race, You Yi, welcomes the saint."

Hearing this, Lao Tzu glanced at Yi indifferently, then withdrew his gaze.

On the contrary, Xuan stared at Yi for a long time, after all, his name can be said to be named by Yi.

Moreover, he followed Lao Tzu in various human tribes these years, and he would always hear rumors about the leader You Yi. Now that he meets him with his own eyes, he also wants to see with his own eyes whether Yi is as powerful as the rumors describe.

"You don't need to be polite, the leader. I will live in the tribe for ten years and preach to the human tribe after ten years. Please forgive me if I disturb you." Lao Tzu said very alienated.

Yi was taken aback, as if this was the first time he saw Lao Tzu, right?Why do I feel as if I have offended him?
"It's okay, I have a tribe that welcomes saints very much." Yi regained consciousness in an instant and said with a smile.

"En." After Laozi finished speaking, he led Xuan Yue over Yi's body and entered the Youyi tribe.

(End of this chapter)