"Why didn't the priest come to see us?" Wang Meng asked, this was his first question.

"The priests never leave the ancestral temple. Unless a major event occurs in the clan, the clan members rescued the three gods and sent them to the ancestral temple. Only the priests in the clan can cure their illnesses." Uncle Zulu said.

"Should we thank the priest?" Wang Meng said with his eyes and bared his white teeth.

Uncle Zulu still doesn’t understand what Wang Meng means?

"The priest said that the three of you can go to the Zushen at any time." Uncle Zulu said.

Feng Ling kept looking at Wang Meng's little white teeth and suddenly said, "Your little white teeth give me a very familiar feeling, but I just can't remember who you are?"

"Then I will call Mr. Bai from now on." Wang Meng smiled.

"My name is Bai Mi!" Feng Ling said.

"Ahem, how come you woman say such shameless words? My dad, don't you have to say it?" Wang Meng almost lying on the ground.

The wind chime's face turned red, and the purple-red scars were shiny.

"You are Mr. Bai, I am your wife, not your name. What is grandma's name? Otherwise, you change your name to Mr. Hei! My name is Hei. Milk." Feng Ling Bai said to Wang Meng.

thump!

Wang Meng sat on the ground.

"You two are the masters and one are the grandpa, what's my name?" Master Chuan was displeased.

"Master Bai!" Wang Meng and Feng Ling said almost at the same time, with a very tacit understanding.

After saying that, the two looked at each other and smiled.

"Hahaha! This name is good, I like it." Master Chuan laughed and was very happy.

Uncle Zulu rubbed his face straight.

"Is it short of fresh water here?" Wang Meng looked at Uncle Zulu.

Uncle Zulu's lips were chapped, which was obviously caused by lack of water.

Not only Uncle Zulu, but the people here are all dry.

"The sea is surrounded by all sides, and there is no fresh water except rain." Uncle Zulu said.

"It seems that our arrival has made your freshwater even more difficult." Wang Meng said, looking at the turbid freshwater in the shells of a bowl.

"We are all used to it." Uncle Zulu said with a smile. When the cracked lips burst out from his cracked lips.

"Actually, it's not difficult to get fresh water." Wang Meng said.

"What? Really?" Uncle Zulu was shocked and then ecstatic because he was in front of him, and he could do anything.

"You ask people to prepare a lot of shark skin and shark eyes, the more the better. Let them boil the shark skin into glue, then throw away the shark eyeballs, remove the things inside, and keep them dry. Make the shark glue into the shape of a hundred-meter pot and dry it. Then take out a hundred holes the size of shark eyes on each, fill it with a hundred and a half shark eyes, and glue it with glue. The more such a large pot, the more fresh water it produces." Wang Meng said.

"I'll go and prepare immediately." Uncle Zulu was confused when he heard this, but he believed in the gods. He quickly stood up, put his right hand in his heart to Wang Meng and the other two, and kowtowed.

"Note that the pot should be strong and transparent." Wang Meng reminded that he did not stop Uncle Zulu from kneeling because this is the custom here.

"Thank you, God." Uncle Zulu went down excitedly to make arrangements.

"Where did you get this technology? Is it easy to use?" Master Chuan looked at Wang Meng in confusion.

Wang Meng scratched his head: "I don't know, I thought of it suddenly. This seems to be something in my memory."

"Master Bai? I believe in you!" Feng Ling said lightly.

"How do we go back to heaven? What are we doing when we come down?" Wang Meng suddenly frowned and said, looking at the sky.

"What do you want to do that much? You will go back naturally when you can go back." Mr. Chui was not in a hurry.

"Master Bai is right." Feng Ling nodded: "However, Yitian Tribe and Simba Tribe have always been disagreement. I heard that because of our arrival, they have fought several battles. Simba Tribe wants to snatch us. If you study Tamsui, the two sides will fight even more." Feng Ling suddenly said.

"I am like this to alleviate their conflicts. With Danshui, what else can I fight?" Wang Meng said.

"The more you have, the more greedy you are!" Feng Ling said.

"Everything is done by destiny, we only do what we can do." Wang Meng disagreed.

The two tribes have been fighting and killing for so many years, don’t they all exist? This is destiny.

"The more capable we are, the more intense they will fight for the gods." Fengling said again.

"At worst, I can only divide them into one, Mr. Bai." Wang Meng said with a grin.

"I won't go! Look how kind the people in the Yitian tribe are? I guess the people in the Simba tribe are not very good!" Master Chuan quit at that time.

"We are gods, and we won't go if we can't go. What can they do? If we create tamasu for them and they still make trouble, just beat them until they are obedient." Wang Meng said.

"You have recovered now, but we have not recovered our combat power." Mr. Chuan said.

"Then you just watch me beat them!" Wang Meng looked excited, and even Zi Scar jumped in excitement.

At this moment, a noise suddenly broke out outside the tribe.

The adult man in the Yitian tribe held a sharp wooden gun and a bamboo gun and ran quickly towards the gate of the tribe's village.

Wang Meng and his friends live on the hillside of the island, and you can see the entire tribe.

At this time, a group of people came to the gate of Yitian Tribe, and they were all wearing fish skin clothes.

There seems to be nothing else here, fish skin is the only cloth, and even the wooden house is surrounded by fish skin.

"I'll go and have a look!" Wang Meng said, standing up and leaving.

"I'll go too!" Fengling shouted.

"You can see clearly here, you can't see clearly when you are close to you." Wang Meng said, walking away.

"Bastard!" Feng Ling gritted her teeth.

"I'll go and have a look!" Master Chuan limped away.

The wind chime was furious, but there was nothing she could do, she couldn't move now.

Wang Meng went down the mountain, and all the women, children and the elderly along the way visited.

Wang Meng walked by with a smile.

Wang Meng was very uncomfortable with this custom, but after saying it a few times, he could not change it, so he had to accept it.

Before Wang Meng could reach the tribe's door, he heard the quarrel between the two sides.

It was still the Simba tribe who wanted to invite the gods to their place, but the Yitian tribe disagreed.

Wang Meng arrived, and the men who were ready to fight in Yitian tribe all knelt down and shouted at the gods.

However, the people from the Simba tribe outside the door did not kneel and looked at the ugly god in amazement. The god was as beautiful as an angelic in their hearts, and Wang Meng was now even ugly than the ugliest of them.

"God of Heaven? Why are you coming down?" Uncle Zulu said anxiously. The God of Heaven's injuries had not healed, and he was afraid of hurting the God of Heaven.

"You all live on this small island. You should unite with each other and find ways to make the residents rich and happy. What is the meaning of fighting and killing?" Wang Meng walked to the door of the wood building and said to the Simba people.

"Are you a god?" A tall middle-aged man stood in front of the Simba tribe crowd. The man had brown curly hair, dark skin, and very strong. His pale blue eyes looked at Wang Meng.

This person is Simbado, the head of the Simba tribe.

"They all call me the god of heaven." Wang Meng said. How could he know if he was the god of heaven?

"Is the god so ugly?" Simbado looked at Wang Meng suspiciously.

wipe!

Wang Meng rolled his eyes, who stipulated that the gods must look good?
Chapter completed!