Chapter 1 I am a totem

. Heavy rain poured down in the dense jungle. The Fifth Xuan was standing upright on a pile of stones. The primitive people who worshipped him were sparsely hiding under the dense leaves around him.

"Woo woo."

"Woo woo woo."

Two savages were communicating beside him in the heavy rain, and he could only watch helplessly.

Now he has no body. His soul lives in a roughly carved stone statue, wandering with these fleeing savages.

At the beginning of the journey, he didn't know what he was at all. With constant guessing during the bumpy journey, he realized that he had become a totem.

A totem with a flat bottom and a round top, with a piece knocked off the lower right corner, worshipped by a group of primitive people who were driven out of their homes.

Can fate be more dramatic?

It would be fine if he was not Sun Wukong when he traveled through a stone, but he turned out to be a totem? And he was followed by a group of primitive people who were expelled from the tribe?

He could no longer find words to describe his misfortune, but fortunately, these twenty or so primitive people did not abandon him and let him really become a stone.

"Woo,

woo, woo." "Woo, woo, woo, woo."

The quarrel between the two primitive people in front of him became more and more intense. One of them was big and the other was small. Diwu Xuan named them Big Guy and Small Guy in his mind.

Big Guy was the force leader of this expelled team, equivalent to the leader.

Small Guy was the intellectual leader of this expelled team, a bit like the witch in the legend.

The conflict between the two mainly focused on whether to set up an altar here and form a tribe.

Diwu Xuan had experienced this once before. When the altar was set up, he felt the power of existence in the dark. That feeling was good, but the ending was not so good.

The location of the altar was very good that time, but unfortunately there was a primitive tribe stronger than them nearby.

The team of more than 30 people was invaded on the night of the altar. Not only did more than ten people die, but he also had a horn knocked off. It was a really uncomfortable feeling, like a piece of his soul was torn apart.

If the little guy hadn't tried his best to protect him, he might have been directly beaten to death by the enemy with a thick wooden stick. I don't know if that means death.

Diwu Xuan could also guess the reason for the dispute between the two.

This is a mountain top, very cold, with dense forests, but not many edible wild fruits. The chief thought this was not a good place for survival.

The small witch held a different opinion. This place was not suitable for the survival of the tribe, but it was suitable for protecting totems and building altars, because such a place was not liked by powerful tribes and would not be attacked.

The Fifth Xuan looked around the terrain without boredom, not caring about the dispute between the two.

In the dispute between the big leader and the small witch, the winner has always belonged to the latter, and he is accustomed to such results.

Primitive people have simple thinking, and strength determines everything. He has already confirmed this in the conflict between the big leader and other primitive people.

But this only exists between ordinary primitive people. Once the matter involves witches, then victory has nothing to do with strength.

It is only about faith.

The big leader needs to show strength to convince others, but the small witch only needs to argue.

As long as the witch persists, he will definitely win in the end.

The result was not unexpected. When the small witch called for all the primitive people, the balance of victory had already tilted towards him, and the big guy was finally defeated helplessly.

Reality will defeat ideals, but when the ideals are strong enough, persistence will always bring the final victory, even if it is the last carnival before death.

More than 20 primitive people began to dance a sacrificial dance in front of the Fifth Xuan. Their movements were full of power. There were movements of chopping with sticks and picking fruits in the dance.

This was to pray to the totem to give them food and strength.

The priest found some wet branches and piled them in front of the totem, and then found stones to surround the branches. Then he knelt in front of it devoutly, muttering something as if praying.

Diwu Xuan felt the power in the dark, which came from the sacrificial dance of more than 20 primitive people and the prayers of the little witch.

The power was weak but hot, making his soul excited.

A fiery red light emanated from the totem, and Diwu Xuan knew that it was time for him to perform.

"Fire."

Diwu Xuan looked at the wet branches in front of him, thinking about the shape and appearance of fire in his heart, and then a scene that violated physics appeared.

First, sparks jumped out from the wet plants, then smoke, and finally flames slowly burst out.

The flames were small, but the heavy rain could not put them out. This was the tribe's totem fire, created by the sacrifice and the totem.

A layer of transparent film covered the altar, blocking the heavy rain and creating a dry world for more than 20 primitive people.

Diwu Xuan also said goodbye to the dampness and coldness. The warmth from the totem made him feel much more comfortable.

"Woo~~~Woo woo woo woo woo..."

In the excited shouting, more than 20 primitive people ended their sacrificial dance.

Next, they hid beside the dry altar and waited quietly for the heavy rain to stop.

However, as the big head leader guessed, this place seemed really unsuitable for primitive people to survive. For five whole sunsets and sunrises, the heavy rain still did not stop.

Fortunately, the primitive people who ventured out brought back fruits, and more than 20 primitive people finally did not die of hunger.

At sunrise on the sixth day, the heavy rain finally stopped. The air was still wet and the weather was still cold, but the damn heavy rain finally stopped. The primitive people could not help but shout happily.

"Roar..."

A roar interrupted their shouting. A spotted tiger came out to look for food after the rain stopped and was attracted by their shouting.

"You idiots, the heavy rain has stopped, is it necessary to be so happy?"

Diwu Xuan was very unhappy, because this meant that he needed to contribute his meager strength again.

As soon as he finished his thought, the little witch began to organize everyone to hide near the altar and dance the sacrificial dance again.

The same dance steps brought the same power, and the hot fiery red power emerged from the totem. The primitive people prayed for the performance of their totem Diwu Xuan.

"You don't burn incense on weekdays, but you rush to pray to Buddha. Can you not be so realistic?"

Although Diwu Xuan was dissatisfied, he had to contribute, otherwise he might be completely reduced to a useless stone and abandoned on the top of the mountain.

"I don't know if I can break the stone and turn into a stone monkey after thousands of years of wind and rain."

He complained about himself, and imagined the fire again, making the totem fire more vigorous, and even spraying fire to scare the tiger.

"Roar~~"

Under the threat of the fire, the tiger retreated step by step, and finally disappeared completely from everyone's sight.

"Wuwuwu~~~"

The primitive people celebrated again without knowing whether to live or die, and the fifth Xuan wished he could grow hands and feet to beat them one by one. It's

tiring to use this kind of power, okay? It's not you who are doing the work with your emotions, right?