Only a big brain can become a god

A small island near the waters of Yingzhou Island, Yurun Island.

Xiyuan Temple was an ordinary and extraordinary 17-year-old high school student throughout his life. What is ordinary is that he is busy with his studies like most high school students, going back and forth between his school and his home every week.Yurun Island where his family is located is just a small island, and their village is in the center of the island, where all the islanders live.But his school is in a county on Yingzhou Island, and every week he has to take a boat to and from his school and home, which adds some bumps and obstacles to the already hard learning journey.

However, Xiyuan Temple has a secret in his life, which makes him different from ordinary people.

This day was a rest day. Xiyuan Temple had just returned home, and saw dark clouds covering the sky and heavy rain, which made people feel frightened.At the same time, a simple and vicissitudes of life echoed in every corner of the island, and the words spoken were branded in the hearts of every resident of the island, including Xiyuan Temple of course.

When the sound disappeared, countless sycamore trees rose from the ground, surrounding the village in the center and blocking the connection between the village and the sea.People looked at the towering trees in front of them, feeling a little overwhelmed for a while.

Soon, a memory was implanted in everyone's minds. After people sorted out the rules, their eyes turned from fear to frenzy.The rewards given by the gods may include countless money and the ability to bring people back to life.

The islanders of Yurun Island looked at the rising sycamore tree, and the anticipation and greed in their eyes were not concealed at all.

Xiyuan Temple frowned slightly in his life. This incident is really weird. A mysterious person who suddenly appeared compared himself to the Royal Palace of Heaven, and set up so many checkpoints and rewards on the two islands. He said he would not die, but it was true. Is it not going to die?

Xiyuan Temple's pupils shrank slightly, experience won't kill people, what about the wrestling between people?Yurun Island is very small, and the islanders all know each other, but it also makes Xiyuanji feel strange at this moment, not to mention the countless people on the mainland on the other side of the sea.

"Xiaosheng, are you going?" Xiyuan Temple's mother, Xiyuan Temple Du, looked worriedly at Xiyuan Temple's life.His eyes were full of disapproval.

"Mother, this is an opportunity." Xiyuan Temple looked up at the giant sycamore tree in front, with firm eyes, "It may be time for our family to revive."

"My child, this will be very dangerous, have you thought about it?" Xiyuan Sidu was still worried.

"Don't worry, mother, I will be fine, please believe in the child's ability, please wait at home for my return."

After all, Xiyuan Temple walked out of the house in his lifetime, and walked to the sycamore forest in front of him without hesitation.

"Please come back safely." Xiyuan Sidu clenched his hands worriedly and prayed to the gods.

The sycamore forest is not far from the village, only about 100 meters away, but it is like a natural barrier, isolating the village on this small island.Looking from the sea, there is no trace of a village at all.

Originally, there were trees around the village, but at this time, it may be the opening time of the Kyushu Realm, and they all disappeared, leaving only the slightly gloomy giant phoenix forest.

It is really not an exaggeration to say that it is a giant forest.Each of these sycamore trees is more than 50 meters high and nearly 20 meters thick. Each tree is lush with branches and leaves, only scattered yellow palm leaves hanging on the tree, crumbling.

Walking into the giant forest is like walking into a maze. Every tree grows almost the same, and the gray-brown trunk reveals a simple and simple atmosphere.

Xiyuan Temple spent his whole life observing the sycamore forest while thinking. He was puzzled by some words in the rules. What does it mean that the experiences in each plant are different?
Saiyuanji was puzzled, because only one type of plant existed on the small island, so he couldn't compare it.What he is wondering now is, what exactly does the plant represent, the experience itself, or is it just a cover, in fact, the real experience is yet to come?
"What a bad guy." Xiyuan Temple said helplessly.

The six rules given at first glance are to explain the rules of the game for the participants, but except for the second and fourth rules that seem to be true, the other four bring people more doubts when they are carefully considered .

"No matter what, I can only watch while walking." Xiyuan Temple said to himself.

He looked up at the sky, and found that in this green ocean, there was no trace of blue at all.Huge sycamore trees cover the sky tightly.

Just as people looked around suspiciously, countless phoenix trees suddenly fell from the branches. After falling on the ground, they exploded immediately, and countless flying catkins fluttered in the air, bringing a sense of dream.

Of course, the people in it don't feel that way.

"My God, everyone, look quickly, these flying catkins are big and numerous, everyone be careful not to be buried." A voice sounded to remind everyone.

"Damn it, you didn't say it earlier, I think someone has already been buried." A villager said angrily.

These sycamore trees are tall and big. On the branches more than 50 meters high, there are countless fruits, and these fruits are big and numerous. A sense of terror.

Many people didn't react to the sudden burst of these phoenix seeds, and were directly buried in the long flying catkins.

The flying catkins of sycamore seeds contain countless fine fluffs, which will make people's breathing difficult when they enter the human respiratory tract. At the same time, many people are allergic to its flying catkins.And if people who are deeply buried in these flying catkins cannot get out of trouble in time, the consequences will be very serious.

"Everyone, quickly pull out those buried people." Xiyuan Temple was very responsive throughout his life. When he saw the fruit falling, he raised his vigilance. When the fruit burst, he immediately ran to the plane tree. When some people reacted When he came over, he had already climbed the trunk of the sycamore tree, like a sensitive monkey.

At this time, Xiyuan Temple was holding the trunk of the tree all his life, and he didn't dare to let go. He was thin and thin. If he fell, he would surely be buried alive.

"Okay, everyone, listen to this boy from Xiyuan Temple, and pull out these trapped people, otherwise they will be suffocated to death." A majestic-looking strong man said.

"Thank you, Mr. Yoshino." Xiyuan Temple thanked.

A few sturdy fishermen stood cautiously on the nearly two-meter-deep pile of flying catkins, carefully searching for the people buried inside.

"Look, there is movement there." A fisherman said excitedly when he saw the catkins shaking in front of him.

"Everyone, be careful and do your best." Mr. Yoshino urged worriedly.

People carefully pushed aside the pile of flying catkins, trying to pull out the people inside, but what they saw was a dead body that was already pale.

"Ahhh! Dead people are dead!"