Chapter 426: Deep Scheme
Over the past twenty years, the four totems that have successfully advanced to the level of Ming Totems are Xue, Chuanmo, Yin, and Ma. They have all been collected by Diwuxuan in the Bagua space, and he forced them to worship him.
After the worship produced a thick mist phantom, they returned to the original totem stone, allowing these totem spirits to shuttle freely between the Bagua space and their own totem stones.
In this way, he firmly controlled the high-level totems in the tribe, and radiated them to many small tribes, forming a management method in the form of a fire tribe alliance. The supreme
fire totem, below it are many spirit tribes, and below them are ordinary tribes, progressive layer by layer, clear and simple, and easy to control.
The biggest problem facing the Fire Tribe now is the unformed private ownership system and the chaotic network of relationships built by illegal elements such as private salt dealers and blackwater dealers.
The former is caused by the Fifth Xuan's willful pursuit of private ownership under the condition of insufficient productivity, and his forced implementation of the currency policy.
The latter is also inseparable from the Fifth Xuan. Without his connivance, the Code Totem can eliminate all these corruptions and darkness, but that result is not what the Fifth Xuan wants to see.
The reason is that it is all caused by power.
The Fire Tribe Alliance was established, and as it slowly developed, the Fifth Xuan found that the so-called alliance situation was too loose. Whether it was to mobilize manpower or beliefs, it had to be enforced.
The most effective way to coerce people by force is in this era, but the Fifth Xuan does not think this is the real right.
Where there is oppression, there is resistance.
There is no resistance only because the oppression is not enough and the ability to resist is not enough.
Faced with this environment, the Fifth Xuan dug deep into the cause and found the core of the problem: faith.
Everyone believes in their own tribe, and the barriers between them are like a chasm. It is simply a fantasy to want to integrate.
Faced with this situation, the means used by the Fifth Xuan is private ownership.
When the public ownership of the tribe is overthrown, each family exists as an individual, and there will be friction of interests between each other, so that the power of the group under the totem belief can be slowly disintegrated.
This only disintegrates the power, but cannot disintegrate the faith, and the Fifth Xuan forcibly promotes currency in order to disintegrate the faith.
Nothing can corrupt a person's faith more than money, especially those black-hearted businessmen, who don't care whether the money they earn belongs to their own tribe or other tribes. As long as there is money to be made, they dare to sell their conscience.
When those tribesmen who believed in their own totems found that those black-hearted businessmen who changed their beliefs at will and put profit first lived better, some unsteady guys began to change and loosen up.
Taking this opportunity, the Fifth Xuan joined forces with the Eighth Generation of Witches to launch a witch hierarchy system, which further divided the rights of totems and witches and solved the difficulties in converting beliefs.
The role played by the Bull Totem was something the Fifth Xuan had not expected, because it could strengthen the body to fight against cold and hunger, and increase the ability to plant crops, allowing many poor people who made a living by farming to directly convert their beliefs.
The skill of the Fifth Xuan God's descent allows people to gain power from other tribes while gaining power from their own tribe, which invisibly disintegrates some of the shackles.
At this point, most people have accepted the change of faith, but there are still stubborn tribes and witches. The Fifth Xuan did not use force, but called their witches and leaders over and used their missionary ability directly.
With multiple measures, the gaps between tribes were filled by the Fifth Xuan at a visible speed, and the argument that the Eighth Generation of Witches had been advocating the supremacy of the God of Fire was gradually recognized.
A few years ago, the faith finally all belonged to the Fifth Xuan, and he distributed it to the totems. At this point, the Fifth Xuan truly mastered the power of the peak of the Fire Tribe Alliance.
It was also from that moment that the ignorant totems realized what the Fifth Xuan had done. Many totems wanted to resist, but it was too late.
When the strong power of faith converged on Diwu Xuan alone, everything was already a foregone conclusion.
With meticulous planning and careful control day and night, Diwu Xuan himself praised his own operation, and the benefits brought about so far were also obvious.
Not only did he hold the hilt of the sword of power tightly, but he also had substantial benefits in terms of ability.
A phantom map appeared in the thick fog, and according to the faith, the tribes were scattered on it in the form of stars.
The will of Diwu Xuan could descend into different totem stones at any time through it, and the thick fog could also descend at will within the range of the map by requesting the totem fire.
So far, Diwu Xuan had a thorough control over the Fire Tribe Alliance, and at the same time he also glimpsed the path to becoming a god.
Although the road is still murky and rugged, it is not completely clueless.
A group of totems have turned their eyes away from Ke, because he has completely absorbed the power and is meditating quietly to comprehend it. There will be no changes in a short time.
"Is this another way to use power?"
Mi Totem asked. He has an obsession with power that is no less than that of the greedy wolf.
"Yes, people who believe in animal totems should be able to obtain it more easily, but we haven't found a good way to teach it yet."
Transmitting power through initiation is only suitable for a few people. The Fifth Xuan cannot protect everyone.
"The people of the Ice Bear Tribe are very fierce. Do you want to meet them?"
Sun Totem repeated the previous topic.
In the Bagua space, he is the second in command and the one with the heaviest sense of responsibility, considering the future of the entire alliance.
"What is the eighth generation witch doing?"
Diwu Xuan looked at the Chuan Tapir Totem, which is an image of a tapir.
"He is still writing and drawing in the temple. He is quite neurotic."
Chuan Tapir Totem is also the best learner among all the totems. He can use many words that Diwu Xuan has only said once, which other totems cannot do.
"Let him come out to see the envoy of the Ice Bear Tribe."
Diwu Xuan said, looking up at the sky.
His eyes can see through the wind and snow, and see a white cloud above the sky, which belongs to the Chuan Tribe.
Chuanwu has been here for many years. Diwu Xuan didn't know what she was doing. Maybe she was observing the changes of the Fire Tribe, or maybe she was just recording.
But no matter what the reason was, this cloud made Diwu Xuan a little unhappy. He always felt like something was weighing on his head day and night, and he was very uncomfortable. Whenever he saw the Chuan Tapir Totem, he would think of this cloud.
Chuan Tapir Totem went to pass on the message. Diwu Xuan drove away the crowd and walked to the large map of faith in front of the altar. He sat down cross-legged and slowly listened to the voice of faith.
The map of faith in front of him was formed by eight totem pillars, each of which emitted a beam of light. It looked a bit like a three-dimensional projection, with countless light spots flashing on it, and each light spot represented a totem stone.
Around those flickering light spots, some dimmed light spots will flicker from time to time, which means someone is praying.
These voices come from every real tribesman and are their pious prayers. The Fifth Mystic Society will fulfill some people's wishes without breaking the laws, which will make their faith even more fervent.
The same method could be achieved by preaching, but the power of faith gave Wu Xuan an impure feeling, so he abandoned it.
This is how he strengthens his faith and is what takes up most of his time every day.
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The Tapir Temple is the first temple of the Fire Tribe Alliance. It is responsible for preserving and recording the history of the Fire Tribe Alliance. It was built by the late second-generation Tapir Shaman.
When the second-generation tapir shaman was dying, he lit up the last two totem pillars for the fifth Xuan. Now
all eight totem pillars have totem spirits. The fifth Xuan believed that the appearance of the faith map was related to this, so he took good care of the new generation of tapir shamans.
The one who manages the temple now is the third-generation tapir shaman, a young man who is careful with his words and deeds. He has expanded the team of the tapir tribe, but only keeps enough to maintain the operation of the temple.
The third-generation tapir shaman rarely goes out. In the three years since he took over, he has spent more time in the temple reading the texts left by the previous generation of tapir shamans.
He once said that he would not leave the temple until he had finished reading those texts.
This is a man of his word, so the eighth-generation shaman who needs his help can only work in the temple.
The Tapir Totem passed the message to the Tapir Shaman, who then stood up and headed for the Eighth Shaman's room in the temple.
It was a room facing south. When the Tapir Shaman pushed open the door and walked in, light shone from the south window onto the graying head of the Eighth Shaman, who was sitting with his back to him and writing something.
The Eighth Shaman, who was about forty years old, should have been in his prime, but his hair was covered with gray hair because of all the hard work over the years.
"Eighth Shaman, a message came from the Bagua Space, asking you to deal with the problem of the Ice Bear Tribe's envoy."
The Tapir Shaman's voice was muffled, echoing in this empty room.
The Eighth Shaman's right hand paused for a moment, he slowly raised his head, twisted his neck, and made a crackling sound.
Extending his right hand to hold the staff, he slowly turned his head and looked at the tapir shaman.
"The will of the God of Fire?"
There were not too many wrinkles on his face, and his voice was full of confidence.
"Yes."
The tapir shaman replied.
The eighth generation shaman nodded, thanked him, turned his head, and looked at the square through the south window. He could directly see the messengers of the Ice Bear Tribe who were shouting in the square.
"A bunch of barbarians."
He sighed, and slowly stood up with his right hand leaning on the staff to support his body. He had been sitting for too long, his body was stiff, and his legs were a little numb. He needed to slow down.
After waiting for a while, he walked towards the temple hall. There was no door leading directly to the outside of the temple in his room, only a door facing the temple hall.
"Get more exposure to sunlight, it will be good for you."
When passing by the Tapir Shaman, the Eighth Generation Shaman put on an elder face and said.
The Tapir Shaman quickly agreed.
"See if there are any loopholes in what I wrote, and we will discuss it when we come back."
"Yes."
The Tapir Shaman replied again.
After saying these two sentences, the Eighth Generation Shaman's body had almost stretched out, the staff no longer bore the weight of his body, and his steps were much lighter.
"The Ice Bear Tribe always looks at people with old eyes, but they don't know that the Fire Tribe Alliance is no longer the previous Fire Tribe."
He murmured, walked out of the temple quickly, stood on the steps of the temple, and looked at the Ice Bear Tribe messenger below.