Reborn as a Tree, I Became the Patron Saint of the Tribe

Fire flew from the sky and stars fell. Fires broke out, and the Qing tribe saw with their own eyes that their patron saint was killed by a meteor. In this wild world, without their patron saint, the Qing tribe is at a loss what to do. Until one day, the traveling witch brought back a small tree seed... ... Many years later. [Nutrition +1] [Power of Faith +1] [Current tribe prosperity: Wenchang and Wusheng] The giant tree in the sky stands silently in the settlement, and people bow their heads piously and worship. Zhang Yan moved the crown of the tree, feeling mixed. "Pilgrimage to worship, what does it mean to give me the title of Jianmu?" Hey, wait a minute, the two brothers over there with axes named Chong Li, why did you come over shouting "Jedi Tiantong"! I am the patron saint, not Jianmu!