The surrounding land was getting drier and drier, and the creatures in the forest were not so active.
After passing through several high mountains, they came to a hilly area.
Standing on the top of a small hill, Shao Xuan saw some houses in the distance, as well as large tracts of farmland. However, those farmlands didn't seem to grow well. Because of the lack of water, they not only grew slowly, but also had a high mortality rate.
As for further places, they couldn't see clearly, as if they were covered with layers of gauze. That was because there was too much dust in the air, which affected their vision. Because of the drought, when the wind blew, some dust would be brought up.
The further they went, the more cracks there were on the ground. Although there were some sparse fine grass, the dry ground occupied most of their vision.
"That's the Rain tribe." Huang Ye said to the young warriors who came here for the first time.
When they went to the Rain tribe, the elders would tell the young warriors some things about each tribe. Now that they saw the Rain tribe, they would naturally tell them about the customs of the Rain tribe.
Although Shao Xuan knew Yang Sui of the Rain tribe, he knew very little about this tribe. Therefore, when the middle-aged man was explaining to the young warriors of their tribe, Shao Xuan, like the others, also listened attentively. It was always good to know more.
"The people of the Rain tribe, their totem is like 'rain', and they worship water. Their belief in rain is far beyond your imagination. If their tribesmen went to other places and drowned in the river or were eaten by aquatic beasts in the water, most of the time, they wouldn't feel sad. On the contrary, they believed that those who drowned or were eaten by aquatic beasts must have some kind of mysterious power that surpassed others. That was why they could send themselves to the place where God was without the help of external forces … "
Shao Xuan and others: "…" What the hell!
In this case, the crocodiles of the Drumming tribe were simply the spokesmen of God.
It sounded ridiculous, but it was understandable. Every tribe had their own beliefs and worship. Many things that seemed extremely stupid in others' eyes were unswerving beliefs of some people. For this kind of belief, you couldn't change their minds even if you pried open their brains.
"It is said that the shamans of the Rain tribe who couldn't pray for rain were burned to death?" Someone asked.
"Not all of them. I heard that in the beginning, there were cases of people being burned to death. But later, they couldn't pray for rain, and it was impossible for the tribe to have no shamans, so they changed it. But in this way, the status of shamans in the Rain tribe gradually declined. It's said that the Rain Tribe's Shaman candidates have to travel outside, hoping to find a solution. "
"Then did you find him?" A young warrior of the Feather tribe couldn't help but ask.
The others looked at the warrior who asked the question as if he was an idiot. "It sounds like a lie. How can it be possible to get rain? Even the shamans of our tribe can't do it. How can the shamans of the Rain tribe do it? The people from these small tribes just love to mess around! "
"That's true." The others nodded. He felt that if his tribe couldn't do it, the people of such a small tribe wouldn't be able to do it either. Moreover, praying for rain sounded like a lie.
"How is God related to 'rain'? But there's one thing I agree with. The Divine Echo can definitely fly. Yeah, definitely, "said the Feather tribesman.
"Nonsense! How could a god have wings? It must have eight hands! "The people of Eight Limbs said.
"Bullshit! God certainly doesn't look like that! "
When it came to what God looked like, the tribal warriors of different beliefs quarreled because of different opinions.
The people of the Tian Shan tribe thought that God lived in the mountains, but the people of the Mang tribe vetoed that idea. They strongly believed that God should live in the woods, or the kind with bamboo forest.
The people of the Thousand Masks tribe didn't speak, but their faces were full of disapproval, telling everyone their opinions.
Shao Xuan thought about the Yanjiao tribe. As people who had been brainwashed by shamans since childhood, no, taught by shamans, they only believed in three things — fire, totem, and ancestors. What was God? Was it the fire? Was it the incarnation of the totem? Or was it the deceased ancestor? Or all three of them?
Listening to the discussions of the people around them, Lei and Tuo touched their heads at the same time, and began to outline the appearance of God in their minds. If there was a God, it should be … with horns on the head, right? Anyway, it was definitely not those who had wings and played with spiders, let alone rain.
Well, it must have horns on the head, and its strength was incomparable! Lei and Tuo discussed and nodded. They felt that others were simply talking nonsense.
Seeing that they were about to fight, the elders who had been staring at each other had to calm down and pull the excited young warriors apart.
"Hey? Who are those people? "Lei asked, pointing to a group of people passing by not far away.
Everyone stopped quarreling and looked over there.
Over there, there was a team of nine people. The people walking in front were wearing clothes woven with green rattan and yellow withered grass, with some wooden and bone ornaments. Each person held a pottery bowl in his hand, holding the bowl in one hand and dipping the other hand in the pottery bowl and swinging it vigorously to the side. They swung it every few steps. There should be water in the pottery bowl.
Those people had some wooden bells made of nuts similar to walnuts hanging around their waists. Every time they swung their arms vigorously, because of the movement of their bodies, the wooden bells hanging around their waists would also swing, making a clattering sound, which sounded like the sound of rain hitting the ground.
"They are the people of the Rain tribe." Huang Ye said.
"Is that a sacrifice?" Someone asked.
"I don't know, it may be related to their sacrifice."
"Anyway, let's find a place to rest now."
"Yes, yes, the Rain tribe will provide houses for travelers to live in. We can just rest there," said someone who had traveled far.
The team of the Rain tribe didn't walk fast. When Shao Xuan and his team arrived, they just passed by them.
These people of the Rain tribe had totem patterns painted on their faces with paint, so their faces couldn't be seen clearly. But Shao Xuan still recognized Yang Sui, who was walking in the front.
Yang Sui's clothes were a little different from the other eight people behind him. They were more complicated, and the pottery bowl in his hand was not a simple one. It was a little higher, and there were some stripes and dots on the outside of the bowl, like running water and rainwater.
Yang Sui also saw Shao Xuan. He was stunned and wanted to say something, but realized that it was not a good time to say hello and talk about the old days. Then he saw the people around Shao Xuan and thought of something. His eyes quickly moved to the tribe.
He wanted Shao Xuan to go there first, and then he would talk to Shao Xuan after he finished here.
The Rain tribe built a row of wooden houses on the edge of the tribe for travelers to live in. They only needed to pay a certain "accommodation fee".
Other people wouldn't pay for people who didn't belong to their tribe. Fortunately, Shao Xuan had a lot of "money" with him. He gave some shell coins to the guards of the Rain tribe to exchange for a wooden house for three people.
The wooden house was very simple, but in such a place where trees were hard to see, they had to make do with it.
They exchanged some dry food with the people of the Rain tribe. It was a kind of hard flatbread. Shao Xuan and the other two people were not used to it, especially Tuo and Lei. They hunted ferocious beasts to fill their stomachs. It was the first time for them to eat such food in such a place.
"I think our tribe is really good." Lei said.
Tuo felt the same. Biting the hard flatbread, he asked Shao Xuan, "How long do we have to stay here? Will we encounter places that are even worse than this in the future? "
"How long we stay depends on the elders. As for the future … you'd better be mentally prepared." Shao Xuan gave them a "you know" look.
The expectant look on Lei and Tuo's faces suddenly collapsed. It was worse than this … They would rather go to the Ferocious Beast Mountain Forest alone for ten days or a hundred days than stay in such a place where even a beast was hard to see.
No wonder they said before that this trip would be more difficult.
After a short break, a young girl who brought in water smiled at Shao Xuan and gave Shao Xuan a leaf.
After the girl left, Lei and Tuo winked and joked, "Xuan, is it the custom of the Rain tribe to give leaves?"
"Is there anything written on the leaf? Let me see! "
Shao Xuan avoided the two, quickly glanced at the words on the leaf, and then ground the leaf.
Lei and Tuo's faces were disappointed.
"I'll go out for a while. If there is anything urgent on the team, blow the whistle." After a pause, Shao Xuan said again, "Guard against the people of Tianshan Mountain."
"I know, I know. Go ahead, elder." Tuo waved his hand.
Before leaving the cabin, Shao Xuan saw people looking at him from the window of another house. Over there, the people of the Tianshan tribe lived. Someone at the window was holding a bow, and the arrow was aimed at Shao Xuan. He did not shoot, but just kept the posture of aiming.
Seeing Shao Xuan look at him, the man smiled, which made people feel very uncomfortable.
The people of the Tianshan tribe were hostile to Shao Xuan and the other two. Was it because of the Dishan tribe? Or was it because of other reasons?
In any case, this kind of hostility made Shao Xuan always guard against them.
No longer paying attention to the people over there, Shao Xuan knew that they did not dare to do anything blatantly. After leaving the cabin, Shao Xuan went in one direction, where there was a small hill. There were some cabins on the hill, which did not belong to the Rain tribe. Shao Xuan would not be stopped.
These cabins were much more dilapidated than the place where they had temporarily rested. Looking at the straw rope hanging on one of the cabins, Shao Xuan walked over.
The door panel was half closed, and Shao Xuan saw the people in the room. One was the young girl who gave him water and leaves, and the other person sitting on the ground was Yang Sui.
At this moment, Yang Sui was holding an oxtail, gazing at it affectionately.
Before the young girl gave him water, Shao Xuan had seen her once. She followed Yang Sui, but at that time it was difficult to recognize her because of the pattern on her face and her clothes.
When Shao Xuan came, the girl was talking in a low voice. Hearing the noise, she stopped and looked up at Shao Xuan.
"You're here?" Yang Sui did not look very good. After washing the pattern on his face, there were dark circles around his eyes.
"You don't seem to be doing well. Did you fail to become a shaman? "Shao Xuan asked.
"No, I'm a shaman now, but I'm about to fail." Yang Sui sighed.
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