Experiencing this fantastic and magnificent scene, this is probably the most beautiful thing I have ever seen in this land. For a moment, I was so mesmerized by it that I was completely mesmerized.

In the end, it was the young native who saw me staring blankly at one spot and concluded that even their gods were awestruck by this wondrous thing.

He came up to me, holding a glow stick and carrying a large, meaty leg. He smiled, poked my shoulder, and gestured that we needed to keep going and get back as soon as possible.

I was jolted back to my senses by the young native's prodding. This was a dangerous tropical jungle, not the kind of nighttime city I had been in before.

The longer we stayed in this pitch-black night, the greater the risk we would face. Putting aside my own anxieties, I joined the group ahead of us.

On the way back, I gestured as I walked, asking the young indigenous people if they weren't afraid of encountering wild beasts in the jungle while walking at night.

When the indigenous man saw me ask him this question, he chuckled, pointed to the place where we had encountered the dog earlier, and made a sleeping gesture. After a while, he shook his head, as if he didn't know how to express it to me with gestures.

This problem was later solved when we learned each other's languages ​​in order to facilitate efficient communication.

However, I learned something from this indigenous person: you can't travel like this at night if there are few people around, because the wild animals that come out at night are all very large.

On the contrary, most of the wild beasts that roam in packs during the day need to rest at night. This is why the young natives point at the upper dog and make a sleeping gesture.

However, that's not necessarily true; there are still groups of wild beasts that roam at night, which is why he later shook his head in denial.

As for why he wasn't afraid of the wild beasts that roam at night, the young native's answer was quite simple.

He said these wild beasts, like them, are children of the earth, and they would not easily harm them.

The gods would not punish them, and under their protection, these beasts and their people could live in harmony.

At the time, I didn't know what to say; it seemed like there was really no problem with doing it.

Just like how even when fierce beasts clash, they don't necessarily have to kill each other completely; there is a delicate balance between them.

The reason we are so afraid of these beasts is mainly because our thinking is too narrow.

Everything is done with the goal of maximizing one's own interests, which is why problems that could have been easily solved have become increasingly difficult to resolve.

This reminds me of a saying by Lao Tzu:

Yin is within Yang, but not opposite to Yang.

Yin and Yang can transform into each other under certain conditions.

When things develop to a certain stage, things that originally belonged to Yang can be transformed into Yin, and things that originally belonged to Yin can be transformed into Yang.

The balance between Yin and Yang is also an ideal state and the foundation for the stable development of things.

When Yin and Yang are in a state of balance, the development of things is harmonious and stable; if Yin and Yang are out of balance, it will lead to abnormal changes in things.

Isn't this world also governed by the law of Yin and Yang? If we only look at one aspect of things, what we see will inevitably be only one side of extreme Yin or extreme Yang.

This led to disagreements, and from this arose the origins of conflicts between people. Extreme emotions such as desire and obsession also found a suitable environment to flourish.

And so, the native and I exchanged our views and observations with gestures along the way.

I found myself learning some of the most primitive and pure things from these native people.

These things laid a solid spiritual foundation for my later life.

We were relatively lucky along the way and didn't encounter any more large wild animals. After another half hour, our group arrived at a jungle tribe.

Through the blue-green fluorescence, I could clearly see a three-meter-high earthen wall that surrounded the entire tribe like a sheep pen.

These earthen walls are also covered with climbing vines, a lush green expanse with small white flowers, making them look like an artificially planted green belt.

But I know that these climbing vines are not just for decoration; their main purpose is to protect the soil of the earthen wall from being washed away by heavy rain.

At this point, through a crack in a large gate, you can see that there are also many blue-green fluorescent lights inside the tribe; those are the houses built by the tribe for people to live in.

"Haru! Haru!"

The indigenous chieftain stood before the closed gate, calling out. There were many wild beasts here, and to avoid unnecessary trouble, the women and children inside would close the gate as soon as it got dark.

At that moment, upon hearing someone shouting outside, a rapid thud of straw sandals pounding the ground came from inside, and there was more than one such sound.

Their men had returned. The women were naturally overjoyed to see their people return, and immediately all the women of the tribe, with their children in tow, rushed towards the door.

Actually, this door is just a horizontal bar held in place by a bolt inside. One person could easily move that bar; there's no need for so many people.

But the entire tribe still came; they were all one big family. The women hoped their men would return safely, and the elders hoped their children would still be in the procession.

The gate was quickly opened from the inside, and the people in the tribe were already very happy to see everyone return safely.

When they saw that almost every one of us was carrying dozens of kilograms of meat, the entire tribe erupted in celebration, as if it were New Year's Day.

The women gasped in surprise at the sight of so much food, covering their mouths as they chattered amongst themselves with the men beside them.

The indigenous men had happy smiles on their faces, and after explaining themselves in their native tongues, they all turned their attention to me.

I reckon these indigenous men must have been telling the women that I was some kind of god who could control thunderbolts. At that moment, even the women, including Top, looked at me with deep admiration and gratitude.

Then these indigenous women lined up and the men next to them performed another kneeling ceremony for me, with their hands raised and prostrating themselves on the ground.

I'm not the kind of person who likes vanity, but seeing this scene made me so embarrassed that I wanted to clench my toes into the soles of my shoes.

I gestured for everyone to stand up, and then pointed to the meat around me, indicating that we should finish what we were doing first.

There's so much meat; it definitely needs to be handled properly. There's no refrigerator here, and one night is enough for it to spoil and stink.

Seeing how easygoing I was, the indigenous woman smiled and nodded at me. After exchanging a few words with the men, she called the children of the tribe to go back and make preparations.