totem god system

Chapter 74
The latest major event of the Samsara Tribe is the election of a new chief.

Everyone can participate in the choice of the chief, and everyone has the opportunity to become a chief, but the person with the greatest chance is probably Li.

He was a hunting captain himself, he had prestige, and he was also very popular in the tribe, so there was a great call to become the next chief.

Xiaobai also asked the old chief what he meant, but the old man smiled and shook his head, seeing that he felt that it was impossible for him to become the new chief.

This is an internal matter of the tribe, Xiaobai does not intend to intervene, let them decide democratically.

Of course, when the new chief takes office, he must come to offer sacrifices and obtain the approval of his god, otherwise, his name will not be justified.

Is divine power higher than royal power?

Xiaobai stroked his chin and couldn't help smiling, feeling pretty good.

After all, there are gods and spirits in this world, and they really protect the people under their command, so what's wrong with divine power surpassing kingly power?

Li followed the trade caravan to Yishi Valley, so he didn't have to worry about the selection of the chief.

The old chief had recently moved out of the tribe's resident and lived in the Totem Hall.

Because of the presence of reincarnation priests, the totem hall changed spontaneously, forming a series of small partition rooms, which were a place for the old chief to rest and live.

The old chief got up very early every day. He had already woken up as soon as the sun came out. As usual, he went to pray in front of the totem pole, collected some power of faith, and went to the tribal camp after meeting Xiaobai.

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 solution of faith that has not yet condensed, but it can also be used to release divine spells.

Back in the tribe, the old chief found a stake and sat down, and the surrounding children gathered around him.

Since he became a reincarnation priest, he has already started to let go of the tribal affairs, no longer take care of them, and instead tell stories to the children of these tribes every day.

It is said to be a story, but it is actually his experience, from his childhood to his becoming a reincarnation priest.

I have told it over and over again, but the children still love to listen to it. After all, there is nothing interesting in primitive society, and it is enough to make them happy to have someone tell a story.

After being a chief for so many years, Sheng knows more and has more thoughts than other tribesmen.

While telling the story, he was constantly exaggerating the greatness of the god Xiaobai, how much benefit he had brought to the tribe, the fact that the children could eat enough because of the blessing of the god, and so on.

He is planting seeds, and when these children grow up, these seeds will slowly germinate, making them become Xiao Bai's most loyal believers.

The tribal people did not try to stop them, and even asked the 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 stake and looked at these children with a kind smile. Suddenly he was slightly taken aback, 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 all on weekdays, so he naturally knows who is coming and who is not.

The children looked at each other blankly, it was indeed 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 of face, his face changed immediately, and he stood up slowly.

In another world, children are not as delicate as Xiaobai's previous life. They were born to drink the milk of giant beasts. Their physical fitness is very good, and they will not get sick easily.

And once sick it means death.

Of course, the old chief would not just watch a life disappear like this. He pulled the little boy over and asked, "Are you sure you are really sick?"

The little boy nodded ignorantly: "Yes, he can't get up in bed."

He was seriously ill, the old chief said quickly: "Go, take me to his house."

A group of children shouted loudly, bouncing 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 doesn't know who his father is.

After all, the reincarnation 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, with no 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 dry on the bed.

There was a sudden shout outside the room, and Gen tried hard to turn his head to look.

The door was opened, and a figure came in from outside.

Looking at Gen's sallow complexion, the old chief knew something was wrong. He asked the other children to get water and dried meat, and then lit a fire to make broth, while he came and sat down beside Gen.

He gently touched Gen's forehead, it was hot, and asked gently: "Gen, do you recognize me, how do you feel now?"

Gen did recognize 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, fed him some water, saw that he had regained some energy, and then said: "Close your eyes and rest, I will heal your illness, and you will recover after you sleep. "

Root nodded hard, then closed his eyes.

The old chief stood up and became serious. He slowly stretched out his hands, floating 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 blowing into it stirred the calm.

The power of faith began to work, helping him release the first magic spell in his life-the magic spell of healing.

Those children stared blankly at the hands of the old chief, and his hands began to emit white light.

Not harsh, very mild.

And Gen, who was sleeping soundly, felt as if he was soaking in a hot spring, his whole body was warm, and the cold and weakness caused by illness were leaving him.

At this moment, Gen's mother came back, and she couldn't help covering her mouth when she saw this scene, not daring 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, stretched out his hand to touch Gen's forehead, and couldn't help showing a smile.

Has returned to normal body temperature.

Gen's mother immediately knew that he was treating her child, and hurried to the old chief's side, saying, "Thank you, thank you."

The old chief shook his head slightly, looked in the direction of the totem pole, and said softly: "This is all arranged by the gods, he doesn't want Gen to go to him, he wants Gen to live, so he sent me come over."

Gen's mother immediately fell to her knees and murmured reverently, "My God!"

System: "Faith+75+75+75"

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(End of this chapter)