Yang Buyi and Yirong looked at each other and saw a glimmer of dawn. They immediately found the clan elder and the priest elder.

"Two old men, why do you call us gods?"

Yang Buyi asked lightly, the two of them had not shown their ability to fly before, and they had many associations when they called them like this.

"Because the two gods are wearing some similar clothes to the statues of gods worshipped by our tribe, we call them that. However, after seeing the abilities of the two gods, our guess is correct." The old priest said respectfully.

"Status of God?" Yang Buyi and his two eyes lit up, and they thought to themselves, and hurriedly said, "Can you take us to see the statue of that god?"

"Yes, please follow me, two gods!" The old priest stood up with a crutch and went forward to lead the way.

Through the neat stone house, the four of them came to the back of the tribe, where there was an independent and small stone temple.

"The two gods, the statue of the gods is here." When he came closer, the old priest said piously, and then he and the old clan had a dignified and mysterious ceremony outside the stone temple. His pious appearance seemed to place both the spirit and soul in the stone temple.

Yang Buyi and Yirong looked at each other, and did not rush to go in, just waiting quietly.

After the ceremony of the elder clan and the sacrificial elders, they saw that Yang Buyi and the other gods did not go in, but were waiting for them, with a slightly frightened expression and even more respectful expression.

"Two gods, please!" They bowed slightly, stretched out their hands to signal, and their hearts became more and more respectful and recognized the two gods in front of them.

Yang Buyi and the others nodded and then entered the stone temple.

Looking up, I saw a tall stone statue of an ordinary person on the stone platform. The stone statue was dark and slightly old, but it was very clean and the outline of the face was clearly visible.

He was a kind-looking old man with a warm smile on his face, looking approachable, gentle and kind.

The stone statue was lifelike and three points into the carving. Yang Buyi not only saw his smile, but also saw a faint sadness and a faint relief between his eyebrows.

A stone statue, containing such a rich expression, surprised Yang Buyi.

However, when I saw the long gown worn by the stone statue, I was shocked and excited.

Because he discovered that the stone statue was wearing a sect costume from the Dongfu Sect many years ago, he had seen relevant illustrations in the book "The World of Ordinary Cultivation".

Yang Buyi took a deep breath, suppressed his excitement, and asked, "Two old men, how long has this statue been there?"

"The tribe has been passed down from generation to generation. I heard from the previous generation of priests that this statue of god has existed for thousands of years." The old priest said truthfully.

"It's been thousands of years?" It's not much different from the time I guessed in my heart. Yang Buyi continued to ask, "Do you know where this god comes from and where he goes?"

"The origin of the gods is mysterious. I heard that the previous priests encountered it when the tribe members went to the mountains to hunt more than a thousand years ago. That time the gods rescued the entire hunter team and the tribe was able to continue."

"At this point, my Mu Ling tribe regarded him as a god, and the gods also lived in the tribe."

"During that period, although the gods often went out, they would return to the tribe in two or three years." said the old priest.

Do you often go out? I think that senior brother from a thousand years ago must be looking for a way out.

Yang Buyi was delighted and continued to ask, "What after that? Where did that god go?"

The old man sacrificed his life didn't know why the god in front of him was so interested in that god, but this was not something he could guess, so he continued to say devoutly:

"It is rumored that the god has been active for more than two hundred years. When he was old, he turned into this statue of god and will always protect my Wood Spirit Tribe!" The old priest looked at the statue above devoutly.

"What? Do you think this stone statue was made of the god?" Yang Buyi was shocked, "The senior brother who was a thousand years ago actually sat here? Then...that is to say, he did not find a way out?"

Yang Buyi suddenly looked up and looked at the stone statue. He instantly understood the sorrow between his eyebrows. For hundreds of years, he had no way out, and was depressed and bitter. At the last moment of sitting, he finally let go of his obsession in his heart. A trace of relief finally emerged when he relaxed his eyebrows.

"Have you found a way out for hundreds of years?" Yang Buyi couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. Yirong also noticed his eyes. With the transmission of spiritual sense, he also understood everything, and her eyes dimmed even more.

The two walked out of the stone temple and sat quietly on the grass in front of the tribe. Looking at this strange place, they couldn't help feeling a little confused.

"You said, are we going to never get out? We will all die here, right?" Yirong said with a slight trembling voice, holding his knees.

"Maybe, maybe not!" Yang Buyi slowly lay on the grass.

"You said, I will never see my grandpa, right?"

Seeing Yirong suddenly hugging her knees and crying, Yang Buyi was slightly stunned. He looked at her trembling back and wanted to speak but stopped. After hesitating for a while, he suddenly said, "We can't die even if we fall into the demon's nest. We have great fortune and life. It should be an opportunity and luck to fall into it."

"But... we can't get out... My grandfather doesn't have much medicine to take in his hands..." Yirong said, sobbing directly.

"That senior brother has accumulated blessings and virtues for us. As soon as we came in, we were rescued by the people of the Mu Ling Tribe. He had been looking for a road for hundreds of years, but he finally couldn't find it, but he turned into a stone statue and stood here. I think he hoped that we would continue to look for it. His spirit in heaven will definitely bless us younger generations."

"Please don't give up before the worst result comes, and continue looking for it. There will always be hope."

Yang Buyi suddenly stood up with a smile. Although he was worried, there were always someone on the side of hope for the two of them. He raised his eyes and swept through this beautiful secret realm and said to Yirong,

"In my hometown, the old man used to say that more Xiaoxiao will bring more good luck. Only by going out for more walks can you find more opportunities. Maybe the passage to go out is not far away, maybe we step it out as we step on it."

He smiled slightly, squatted down, and in amazement, wiped away her tears, stood up and stretched out, "Come on, I'll take you for a walk!"

Yirong looked up slightly and saw his bright smile. In a trance, hesitated, as if he had seen hope, and inadvertently, he slowly stretched out his slender white palm to him.

Yang Buyi grabbed her and took her into the sky.

All the way, you can see the mountains, grasslands, and rivers.

The flowers are blooming, the grass is fragrant, mixed with the smell of soil, and it keeps pouring into the tip of the nose.

Below is a plain of flowers, endless, and the colorful strange flowers and plants make the plain full of vitality.

The misty spiritual energy is like thin smoke, lingering among the flowers, and under the sunlight, it is as gorgeous as a colorful cloud.

The snow-white rabbit, the cute ah ah rat, and the colorful deer jumped around among the flowers and plants, full of spirituality.

Yang Buyi and the other two passed by, without saying anything, just flying quietly.

Suddenly, a little golden light in front attracted Yang Buyi's attention. He immediately pulled Yirong and flew down, came to the vicinity of the golden light, and found that it was a golden flower.

"Look, I'll tell you that you will have good luck when you walk!" Yang Buyi was amazed at this magical place. Is there any spiritual medicine flooding? He also smiled at Yirong.

"Golden Flame Flower?" Yirong slowly came back to his senses, quite surprised, and recognized the flower in front of him.

"Look, what is that?" Yang Buyi saw something, suddenly lowered his head and pulled it up, handed it to Yirong.

"This is...Sword Grass!" Yi Rong's depressed face finally changed a little, and he hurriedly reached out to grab it.

"Look, this is luck and opportunity. What you need is just held in your hands. Believe me, we will definitely find a way out!" Yang Buyi smiled and took the opportunity to cheer her up.

"Thank you!" Yi Rong suddenly looked up and whispered to Yang Buyi.

"Let's go, let's look for it again!" Yang Buyi smiled slightly, and then started looking for it, Yirong Yi followed.

"This is the Seven Star Grass!"

"Water-soluble flowers!"

"Oxtail!"

"Ground courage!"

A low cry kept ringing.

Throughout the journey, Yang Buyi has harvested many low-level spiritual medicines, and Yirong has also found many sword grasses!

They were all quite surprised. Where is this? Spiritual medicines can be seen everywhere, and treasures are everywhere?

The two of them gained a lot and returned to the Mu Ling tribe before dark.

Under the moonlight, Yang Buyi took out the alchemy furnace he bought from Wanbaoxing, sat cross-legged on it, holding the alchemy note in his hand and looked at it with relish.

He was a little excited after harvesting so many spiritual medicines in such a rare treasure land!

Since he couldn't find a way out for the time being, he wanted to take this opportunity to learn how to refine alchemy with the help of this opportunity.

Not far away, Yirong saw him, walked slowly over, pouted and said, "We can't find the way out. You are still interested in reading."

"We have gained so much today, which is a good sign. Maybe tomorrow, maybe the day after tomorrow, we will find a way out. Don't worry, we will definitely be able to go out." Yang Buyi smiled at her.
Chapter completed!