Travel to a Primitive Tribe and Become a Priest

"Young man, please, please stay and be the priest of our tribe! I won't live much longer at my old age. The priest of the tribe cannot have no successor!" The white hair is like the frost that accumulates on the branches at the end of the year. I really can't bear to hear the mourning. "Old man, you are tired after talking so much. Why don't you sit down and have a rest and drink some water?" "..." "Um... Put down the spear in your hand by the way, okay?" When heaven entrusts a person with a great responsibility, he must first strain his mind, strain his muscles and bones, and starve his body and skin before he can pass through. The big responsibility has been reduced, but I always feel that something is not quite right...