Let alone whether these backward and feudal women could understand what China is, what modern civilization is, or what a program is.

Even if she barely understood, she realized that she had deceived her two disciples for so long, hoping to use the power of her clan to protect herself.

In addition, since he is a man, they would never let him go based on that alone.

Then the enemy will have an entire Baija tribe, and the situation that was just one step away from winning the game will be completely reversed.

Ye Feng immediately dismissed the idea, because once he revealed his identity... he would be doomed.

Thinking of this, he sighed softly and could only bite the bullet and ask:

How does she want to test it?

Seeing that Ye Feng wasn't angry, Salla grinned and said:

“It’s very simple. The teacher said that fire is a sacred gift from God. As long as you can conjure fire with your bare hands, she will believe that you are a god.”

Salla had great confidence in Ye Feng because she had witnessed him using a lighter on several occasions during their time together.

Of course, she didn't think that the thing that could produce flames so easily was called a lighter; she just thought it was created by Ye Feng's divine power.

Hearing that he was to be watched start a fire, Ye Feng breathed a huge sigh of relief.

He thought he was being asked to conjure things out of thin air, or to fly in the sky.

Starting a fire is relatively simple.

"OK."

Ye Feng nodded readily and took out a lighter from his pocket.

Under the watchful eyes of the local people, he casually opened the lid with his thumb, turned the pulley, and the flame immediately ignited.

"oh!!!..."

The six natives, including Buyi, exclaimed in surprise, bringing their faces close to the flames and even reaching their hands towards the fire.

This intense heat is definitely from flames.

"Sister! I told you he is a god, you should apologize to Allah right now."

Bu Yi nudged Bu Da with his elbow, afraid that Ye Feng would get angry.

Buta frowned slightly, his face showing no surprise like the other tribesmen, as if he had seen through that this was not a flame generated by divine power.

She immediately turned to Salra and began to talk to her.

Ye Feng couldn't understand either, but seeing her like this, he panicked a little and started to have doubts...

"Oh no, could she have seen a lighter before? That shouldn't be possible. How could a primitive tribe that doesn't even recognize glasses have seen a flip lighter?"

Just as she was feeling uneasy, Salla timidly began translating Buta's words...

"Teacher Buta said that he had seen the Wendigos of the Shuar tribe use this method to start a fire."

To distinguish you from those demons, she wants you to start a fire in a different way.

"hiss!..."

Ye Feng looked troubled, his eyes darting nervously around.

To be honest, it was only now that he understood how painful it was to lie.

One lie leads to a hundred more. Although these natives have retreated, they are not all as easily fooled as Salla and Lia.

But I don't know magic tricks, so how can I start a fire with my bare hands?

Just as he was struggling with this, Liu Sisi noticed his predicament and quickly came over to whisper a suggestion:

"Brother Feng, don't you still have a tinderbox?"

If you do that, you'll be just like those charlatans in TV dramas, pretending to chant scriptures and spin around.

Or, like a Taoist priest's ritual, the more complicated the better; people with feudal superstitions are most susceptible to this.

"This...is this going to work?" Ye Feng asked, his face full of embarrassment, his expression still troubled.

He has mild social anxiety, and performing is torture for him.

"Oh dear." Liu Sisi was also extremely anxious as she looked at the group of people, including Bu Da, who were sizing up Ye Feng and whispering among themselves.

"If you don't hurry, you'll really be exposed. They're capable of killing men."

For everyone's safety, please hurry.

"Hey! Allah, can you do it or not?" Buta asked coldly, his voice clearly showing impatience.

Although Ye Feng didn't understand, he could guess the general meaning from the other person's facial expression.

Helpless, he could only slowly take out the tinderbox from his backpack and stand up under everyone's watchful eyes.

"Damn it, I'm going all in."

After thinking it over, he put his hands together, held the tinder made of human leg bone between his fingers, closed his eyes, and began to chant scriptures in a holy manner.

"Door gods, door gods, display your great power! Let the soul depart, let the funeral proceed properly! By the command of the Supreme Lord Laozi..."

This is a term used in Taoist practices, but Ye Feng's knowledge in this area is not extensive.

As he read this, he suddenly realized he had run out of words, so he had to incorporate the Buddhist culture he usually talked about with Zhan Pengwu.

However, he remained in a state of muttering, delirious chanting...

"May all things be born into the vastness of the universe, and may all worldly noise and chaos fade away. Namo Amitabha Buddha."

One begets two, two begets three, three begets all things; Buddha saves those with affinity, and those without are just...

After the Little New Year comes the Big New Year, after the Big New Year comes New Year's Eve, and after New Year's Eve comes work.

What the hell am I saying? Never mind, Mommy, Mommy!

As his last sentence rose in pitch, he started spinning in place, behaving exactly like a charlatan.

Upon seeing this scene, even the previously skeptical Buta knelt on the ground, watching Ye Feng spin around with a pious expression.

The indigenous people stared at them intently, not daring to even breathe loudly.

Salla and Lia looked at Ye Feng's figure with adoration, as if Ai Kun had seen Kun Kun, their eyes filled with worship.

On the other hand, Liu Sisi and her friends were all doubled over and covered their mouths, their cheeks turning red.

The laughter almost burst from his palm...

Ye Feng usually has a serious demeanor, so this lighthearted state of his was a stark contrast to their usual behavior, making it difficult for them to suppress their laughter.

Liu Sisi couldn't help but start hitting Fu Changxiong repeatedly, trying to vent the pain of suppressing her laughter.

Even the usually aloof Tang Weiwei couldn't help but puff out her cheeks like a frog, occasionally letting out a "poof" sound.

A few seconds later, Ye Feng was at a loss for words, and his mind was starting to spin.

Taking advantage of the moment he turned his back while spinning around, he quickly tore off the lid of the tinderbox.

Then he suddenly placed the tinderbox in front of the earth god, put two fingers of his right hand together, pointed hard at the burning wick of the tinderbox, and shouted!

"rise!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he blew hard again, and the small flame instantly leaped up...

"Ohhhhh!...."

The Central Plains people let out a huge gasp, with Buta's voice being the loudest.

This time, instead of going forward to inspect, they all knelt down and kowtowed, as if witnessing a miracle...

"Allah!"

"He must be Allah! His incantations are more numerous and mysterious than those of the High Priest."

"This is not a spell, it is divine language!"

"Allah has finally come! Our people are saved!"

"Allah, please accept the devout worship of your people."