May is the beginning of the rainy season, and the climate is unpredictable and unpredictable. Just a moment ago, it was covered with clouds, and in an instant, the sky is clear again. The sun sets in the west and falls into the eyes, only making people feel dizzy.
"Haha! If sweet fruits are eaten by people or birds, they will end up badly sooner or later! ...Sour fruits are not eaten by birds. Even if they are made into dried fruits, no one wants to eat them. Even if they are eaten, they will be spit out.
, turned into sour and bitter pomace!...This pomace is so good, I would rather be a pomace!”
Ugel's robes were open and he was sweating all over. He was angry sometimes and happy sometimes. He kept talking like crazy, and he didn't look like a priest or elder at all. Fortunately, although his mood fluctuated, his mouth was still full of emotions.
But it is solid, and the things that should not be said are not missed at all.
After a while, the fat priest and elder gasped and fell on the cotton blanket again. He vented for a while, and the pressure in his heart finally eased and was no longer overwhelming like a black cloud. Then he shook off his head.
With a wave of her hand, the maid brought a cup of warm honey tea, touched it gently, and carefully fed it into the elder's mouth. The sweet taste reverberated in his mouth, and then slowly slid into his throat, with the fragrance of scented tea.
Let him cheer up.
"Huh! It's still early today, so there's no rush."
Wugel shook his head with satisfaction and looked up at the sky. It was almost dusk, and the setting sun reflected the magnificent sunset, and drew a magnificent silhouette under the big temple. The fiery red and deep colors intertwined between the sky and the earth, and the beauty was breathtaking.
Like an immortal stream of light.
Such a scene fell in the eyes of the priests and elders, making him lose consciousness. And looking closely, it seemed like a sign of danger. He murmured to himself, feeling a little sad for a moment.
"It's so beautiful! It's like fire, but also like an abyss! I'm between the fire in the sky and the abyss of the earth. If I make a wrong step..."
"Ahem! Dear priests and elders, when Cholula's envoy came to visit this time, he also brought some valuable gifts."
Sipili coughed lightly and quickly asked for instructions. If he let the priests and elders continue talking like this, he didn't know what would come out. He also wanted to survive a few years of experience in peace, and then jump out of the whirlpool of the capital, go out and do something
A jovial regional officiant.
"Elder, what should I do with these expensive gifts?"
"Hmm? Expensive gift?"
Wugel's eyes suddenly lit up, and he turned over and sat up. Hearing this, he was no longer tired.
"What is it?"
"An ancient Toltec jade, a few top-quality sky-blue turquoise stones, and two bags of blended top-grade divine smoke."
"Ah! Ancient jade, top-grade turquoise, top-grade divine smoke!"
Ugel's eyes widened and his face showed joy. These were the ones he liked and could not be bought in the market.
"Huh! Priests of Cholula, they are really rich. This is just a door-to-door ceremony. If you really ask me to do something, then you can't..."
Thinking of this, Ugel felt a little itchy. He hesitated, thinking about whether to meet the other party.
What can happen to Cholula's envoy? It's just that he saw that the Eastern Expedition was gaining momentum and the alliance was at home, so he wanted to come to intercede with Cholula. As the priest and elder in charge of general affairs, couldn't he still be in the high priest group?
Here, by the way, would you like to mention a few words? No matter whether things are done or not, I will accept the things as soon as they are accepted, and there will be no return.
"Hmm...where do the priests of Cholula live?"
"Ah? Dear priests and elders, they live in an ordinary noble house in the southeast corner of the palace area."
"Why do you live so far away?"
Wugel raised his eyebrows. He stood up, took two steps, and then gave instructions.
"Send a messenger and ask them..."
Suddenly, Ugel's feet were fixed, and his open mouth closed tightly again. He lowered his head, raised his feet slightly, and stared at the crushed fruit residue under his feet... The priests and elders remained motionless, maintaining this posture, unaware.
What was he thinking? After a while, he took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.
"Pomace, pomace, it's sour and bitter, it's called pomace, it's called pomace when no one cares about it! At this critical moment, why are you trying to stand out and draw attention to yourself?...No, Qiaolu
You must not get involved in prostitution. It’s not worth it for a little money!..."
Sipili waited for a while, looking at Ugel as if he was under a restraining spell. The corners of his mouth twitched, and he lowered his head carefully and asked.
"Elder, do you want to send a messenger to invite the priests of Cholula to come and see you?"
"No! Missed! Missed them all! Leave them alone. If they come again, they will all be driven away!"
Ugel took a few steps, shook his head, then turned around and lay down on the carpet.
"Remember, put all their gifts in the warehouse. Once you have put them away, don't inform me again!"
"...As you command, elder."
"call!"
Wugel took a breath of the divine smoke and exhaled a cloud of smoke in a long breath. He knew that his ears were soft and his eyelids were shallow. If they really met, the other party would say some touching words or bring out some legendary artifacts.
, what kind of small request could I make... So, it’s better not to see you.
"The top priority right now is... hey! When this time gets over, I might as well leave the capital and go to the local archdiocese to become a sect priest!"
Ugel's mind was spinning, he thought for a while, and then shook his head. At his level, there were not many suitable positions in the place.
Needless to say, the Archdiocese of Mexica is directly under the jurisdiction of the High Priests. The Archdiocese of Tarasco is under the control of Xiulote, and the Archdiocese of Otomi is the territory of Ort. Although Ort is about to die,
It has been dragging on. Although the Archdiocese of Huastec is vacant, it only has an empty name and a small city-state of Metztitlan. As for this Eastern Expedition, after the four states of Tlaxcala are captured, a new one should be established.
Archdiocese...
"Huh? Then we still have to solve the problem of the Holy City of Cholula! It's troublesome, it's really troublesome!"
After much deliberation, Wugel couldn't find a suitable place. He laughed at himself and sighed.
"Hey! Power, power, when you reach this position, how can there be any vacant power? I'd better make a piece of rotten wood and put it in the high priest group of the capital!..."
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figure, and a silent head.
"Rotten wood cannot be carved, and rotten wood poses no threat... Rotten wood still has time, so just live happily!..."
Long memories flooded into his mind, causing Wugel's eyes to become divergent. He thought for a while, and suddenly felt a little proud and regained his strength.
"It's almost time! Sipili, prepare some clean towels and a small fan...come with me!"
"Ah? Elder, let's go..."
"Well, it's right to visit frequently and serve well. As for the ministerial affairs of the priesthood, they are not so important!"
"Obey you."
Soon, the two of them were ready. Ugel put on a simple robe, and Sipili carried a small bamboo basket. In the bamboo basket, there were some utensils for servants, and it was unknown who they were prepared for.
The setting sun gradually set, and shadows enveloped the earth. The last rays of light illuminated the two walking people, until they disappeared into the towering and dark palace.
Not far away from the darkness, there was another ancient priest's mansion. Candlelight was shining on the wall, and gods were dancing on the murals. Under the candlelight and murals, two people were sitting opposite each other, both wearing priest's vests.
Feather Crown, looking at each other silently.
The person at the top is dressed in rich clothes, with a face like a crown of jade, rich and handsome. The person at the bottom is wearing a black robe, with gray hair and a vicissitudes of expression.
After a while, the old man at the bottom sighed and asked calmly.
"Priest Elder Akap, are you really unable to mediate for us in the high priest group?"
This chapter has been completed!