Chapter 695 Overcome It!

One hundred thousand years ago, Panwang.

Standing on the hilltop of Palm Tree Slope, breathing the cool air, the earth is fresh at this time.

The vegetation is luxuriant and the leaves are all over the ground. Judging from this season, it should be autumn.

"This situation and this scene are the most cordial." Buxu lightly twisted his beard and sighed.

Presumably, this is the case for these old men. They should have lived in this world a hundred thousand years ago, and it is really strange to them a hundred thousand years later.

"I don't know how long it's been." Sleeping Kuang shook his head beside him. Every time he went back to the ancient times, he couldn't help feeling a little emotional, "Is there a Bear Clan now? Do you know where the Bear Clan is?"

Su Hang spread his hands, expressing that he didn't know. The place names on the map of the earth 100,000 years ago were completely unfamiliar to Su Hang. Although Tai Ao said that he had the Bear Clan, he didn't know where the Bear Clan was. .

When he was in the Dragon Palace, he heard from Su Jin that the Youxiong clan is the largest clan in the world, so they should have a good reputation. However, that happened 60,000 years ago, that is, 40,000 years after this time. There is a bit of energy in the Bear Clan. For this familiar and unfamiliar world, Suhang is unknown.

"You can do whatever you want, I'll go find my apprentice first."

At this time, Tang Ao smiled sassyly, and went down the mountain swaggeringly. Amitabha was even more impatient, without saying a word, and quickly ran away with Tang Ao, as if he was afraid of being robbed by Tang Ao.

The three of Su Hang looked at each other, but had no choice but to follow. After all, they had to find someone to ask for directions.

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Castle Peak Village.

One hundred thousand years ago, Suxi had such an ordinary name. There lived one or two hundred households, with a population of five or six hundred. It was only a village under the jurisdiction of the Can clan, and it could be considered a medium-sized village. .

The simple houses are built with adobe, thatch and wood. Such houses must be considered luxurious in the land of China at this time. There are high fences around the village to resist the wild beasts coming out of the mountains. Outside the village is a large piece of fertile land, full of crops, but Su Hang can't tell what is being grown in this field.

It is said that thousands of years ago, on this land, a sage came out, who passed down the technique of raising silkworms and weaving, so that people only had clothes to cover their bodies.

This sage is honored as Luo Zu by later generations. Luo Zu is a woman who held the highest status in the matrilineal society thousands of years ago and was enshrined as an ancestor by many clans on this land. At the same time, she There is also the ancestor of Can's family.

You Can's technique of mulberry silkworm was inherited from Luo Zu. Up to now, You Can also claims to be the orthodox descendant of Luo Zu, a direct blood relative.

Although I don't know how reliable it is, the Youcan clan is now one of the three major clans in central Sichuan by relying on its unique silkworm technique, and among the three major clans, it can be regarded as the richest.

The Can clan controlled the art of silkworms, and the woven cloth was sold to various places in central Sichuan. The clothing materials of all ethnic groups in Central Sichuan were basically provided by the Can clan.

Of course, this kind of wealth is only relative wealth. Compared with later generations, this is simply so poor that people want to cry.

The village was very quiet, and few people could be seen. In the middle of the village, there was a burst of fire, thick smoke billowing, and a faint and noisy sound came from the fire.

In the very center of the village, there is a square half the size of a football field, which should be used for gatherings by the villagers. At this time, a large number of people gathered on this square.

Judging by the attire, they are all villagers from the village, men, women, old and children, with hundreds of people, surrounding the entire square several times.

In the middle of the square, there is a tall fire, and a huge wild boar is tied to the fire. The flames below are steaming, and the wild boar is roasted continuously, and the oil drips on the firewood, emitting There was a sound of puff puff puff, the flames danced, and the smell of barbecue spread in all directions.

The villagers sang and danced around the fire, talking and laughing, and some people were busy walking around, as if they were celebrating some festival, which was very joyful.

At this time, the sky had already darkened a little. Under the fire, there were two children, one big and one small, sitting silently looking at the roasted pig on the fire. Their saliva was like the fat on the roasted pig. Like oil, it keeps dripping down.

"Oh, lame, your head is getting brighter and brighter!"

A villager passed by with a clay basin, reached out and knocked on the head of the older child.

One sound, that is called a pain.

The child groaned, immediately covered his head, and turned to look at the young man bitterly, "Stinky, how many times have I told you to call me Tathagata."

"Tathagata? What an ugly name, it's better to be called Laizi."

The young man chuckled, reached out and knocked on the child's head without hesitation, "Stop playing here, stay away, the sacrifice is about to start, let the village chief see you here, But I will be scolded again."

After finishing speaking, the young man left directly.

The child rubbed his bald head and watched the young man go away angrily. The younger child next to him tugged at the hem of his clothes, "Brother Lame, I want to eat meat. There is wild boar there."

As he spoke, the child licked his drooling lips.

"Don't call me lame." The little bald man repeated very seriously.

"Oh, good leprosy... oh, Brother Tathagata." The child quickly changed his words.

After hearing this, the little bald-headed boy looked better. Hearing that the child said that he was going to eat meat, he subconsciously licked his lips, obviously very moved.

However, the little bald man soon closed his eyes, clasped his hands together, and looked pious, "Monks are not allowed to touch meat."

Look at that expression, it really looks like that.

"Brother Tathagata." The little boy couldn't take it anymore when he heard that, pointed to the wild boar roasting on the fire, swallowed his saliva, and said, "Look at that wild boar, if it dies, it will still suffer from the fire." , if we eat it, it can get rid of its pain, the sooner we eat it, the sooner it can get rid of the sea of ​​suffering, so we don’t eat meat, we want to get rid of it.”

"Exceed it?"

The little bald man's eyes lit up, and he took a look at the roasted shiny wild boar, his eyeballs were about to shine, "Brother Cong, you really have the roots of wisdom, why didn't I think of it? Let's go, let's go!" Go over it now."

After finishing speaking, the little bald head slapped his butt and stood up from the ground. Without saying a word, he took the child and ran directly to the fire with a look of impatience. Buddha, I haven't touched meat for a long time .

"Hey, what are you doing?"

As soon as he walked to the fire, the little bald man took out a short knife and wanted to cut the meat of the roast pig, but was stopped immediately.