"Yin Huai Shang, you can move into our pottery jar, and we will take you away." I said to the giant's soul.

"The divine beast pattern on this clay pot is very similar to what we used at that time. Well, I believe you." After saying that, he indented the clay pot and lived with our deceased warriors.

Everyone and I arrived at the entrance of the cave, and the wind blew. Finally, we saw the light, which made people feel full comfort. I decided to go and take a look with Garcia and Inca.

We walked towards the top of the mountain with thick snow that was beyond our knees. Garcia Inca said slowly to me: "This Lake Titicaca was originally the birthplace of our Inca Empire, and our first generation of Sun Son was born here. This lake is our holy lake, with the largest sun temple of our Incas. It has been 500 years, and I don't know what it is now." I hesitated for a moment, remained silent for a while, and said: "Let's talk about it when it reaches the top of the mountain."

Finally reached the top of the mountain. 500 years later, the Incas saw Lake Titicaca again. From a distance, the blue sky was bluer than the sky. The white clouds in the sky rolled, the temple was long and the ancient charm, the sunlight that was close to the true nature of the sun, the snow-capped mountains that shone with the sun, the brown and purple lake shore meandered, and the "Cattail Island" floated around the lake, quiet and peaceful. The sun always gave us so magic. The sun, my father, we are back.

When we saw Lake Titicaca, our pace couldn't help but speed up. When we arrived at the lake, the sun was already west, and it seemed that it was afternoon. "I think we should go to the Puerta del Sol as soon as possible, which is the most sacred place of our Incas, where we might get the information we want." Garcia Inca said.

We were at a loss when we came to this place that was both dreamy but strange. While we were thinking of a solution, a small boat floated across the lake. "This may be the legendary 'Tortola', made of woven small boats with reeds and cattails. The two pointed ends are light and flexible, and are very suitable for traveling on waterways. In addition, according to our strange records, many people live here are woven with reeds and cattails. This is the ancient tradition of our Incas. Oh, it is the 'Cattail Island'!" Garcia Inca explained to me.

"Can you take us to Sun Island?" I asked.

"Of course." That was a very simple man, he could understand our language.

After getting on the boat, the man continued to speak to us: "We are the Quechuas, that is, a branch passed down from the ancient Incas. Where are you from, distinguished guests?"

But we didn't know how to answer, and of course we also figured out why he understood our words.

"Dear guests, look at your clothes, it looks very similar to the royal costumes of our ancestors Incas. I am very curious about you. Are you actors?" he continued.

"I said we came from a valley, do you believe it? It was a valley deep in the mountains and isolated from the world." I think that when the empire was extinct, there were still many descendants left behind, and this possibility was very high. In addition, if I say this, at most, it would be fine if he thought I was a mentally insane person.

"Sun, our father! I finally hoped that they would be completed, and our mission could finally be completed!" He suddenly squatted down and performed the great gift of our worship of the Sun God! Garcia Inca and I widened our eyes in surprise.

"I think I should take you two to see my grandfather first." After saying that, he quickly got up, rowed the boat with extreme excitement, and immersed in endless joy. He ignored Garcia Inca and me and I, and ignored it.

The boat was moving rapidly, and in a short while, we arrived at a "Cattail Island", which is a house woven by Cattails that can accommodate three or five people. Here we saw dozens of such buildings. "Dear guests, please come in!" The man greeted us warmly.

We entered the house. Except for some pottery containers, other furniture and facilities in the house were woven with cattails. It was amazing. "Grandpa!" The man shouted, and a skinny but energetic old man came out of the house. The man leaned into the old man's ear and whispered a few words, which made us feel inexplicably and incomprehensible.

The old man's eyes were also filled with joy and excitement when he listened. After listening, he gave us such a big gift, just like the young man.

"Our family has been waiting for 500 years, and finally came the unique Sapa Inca." After saying that, he slowly stood up, put the ignorant me to a high place, and sat on a lower grass stool. He continued: "When the Spanish defeated our Inca Empire, my ancestors were still a general of the empire. That year, after we were defeated, we fled to 'Machu Picchu' and lived there for a long time. The Spanish did not find us. Later, Viliaco Umu (the supreme priest) found my ancestors and said that a disaster was about to come to Machu Picchu, and asked my ancestors to lead some of their tribes back to Lake Titicaca, where many rivers flowed into it. It was said that hundreds of years later, the descendants of the royal family would search for light through this and let us guard here for generations until we complete our mission."

"What about after receiving us?" At this time, I had experienced so many magical things along the way, and in my opinion, this matter was already calm.

"Send you to the Pluto Sun, where there is another group of guardians, and they have their mission." After the old man said, he stopped talking.

After saying goodbye to the old man, we continued to take a boat and head towards the Sun Island. Along the way, we encountered many such cattail houses, some where children go to school, some where goods are for sale, and some where injuries are treated. Of course, this is what the man told us. In the water, we occasionally see trout jumping out of the water, the "Copo" ducks soaring into the sky, and even giant frogs as big as our heads. Creation is magical and beautiful. It is so beautiful along the way, and my heart is also drunk.

With the company of beautiful scenery, this time is very comfortable. Gradually, sleepiness comes. When I open my eyes again, it is already the morning of the next day and the sun has risen.

"The ancient city of Tijuanako is ahead, where the most mysterious Puerta del Sol of our Incas is there." The man said to us. "Tijuanako" means "creation center" in the Inca language, and its name is highly consistent with its status in our hearts. From a distance, the ancient city of Tijuanako is extremely majestic, with the complex buildings of the sun gods, paintings and carvings, and the highly developed Inca civilization are fully reflected here. The air here is very thin and the oxygen is scarce. For ordinary people, even slight physical activities will make him unbearable. But even so, we Incas still create miracles here.

"Hello, friends, dear travelers! I am the Indian tour guide for everyone's trip. My name is Donna Angelina. This is already located in the plateau area of ​​Bolivia, with an altitude of more than 4,000 meters. In front is the gate of the ancient city of Tijuanaco. It is named after the relief on the lintel with the image of the sun god. In the middle of the lintel is an statue of a god holding a scepter in one hand and wearing a coat decorated with prisoners of war heads, and its head is full of radial shapes.

The lines and the images of eagles symbolizing the sun at both ends of the scepter are decorated with the image of an eagle symbolizing the sun, so the god is the sun god. There are three rows of mysterious animals on both sides, wearing conical corolla and holding scepters in their hands; the heads arranged at the top and bottom, with wide eyes open, and some hold vultures in their hands towards the sun god..." A crisp sound came, and I was stunned, staring at her, and since I heard her name Donna Angelina, I hadn't heard what he said clearly.

"Malinali..." I murmured.

Although I don’t know what the tour guide is, this person is Marinaly alive. How could I recognize the wrong person? She and I have known each other for 17 years. Did she be resurrected so soon? Is this the meeting we agreed to meet? Thanks to the Sun God, I can’t wait. "Is it you? Marinaly?" When she passed by me, I couldn’t help but tremble and asked.

"Sir, although I don't know who Marinaly you are talking about, please wait for me, okay?" She turned around and left me with a sunny smile.

After a long time, she came back and looked at the man beside me and said, "Carlos Rimachi, is this the person we are going to wait for?" She was wearing primitive and wild national costumes, smiling and frowning, and talking, and looking so much like Marinaly. The man nodded.

"You..." Before I could speak, she interrupted me in a low voice: "This is not a place to speak, please follow me." Then she turned to the man and said, "Villico Umu (Supreme priest), please return with Carlos Rimachi and take the remaining people here. It takes many boats. Time is very tight. Be sure to return here before dawn comes."

"Why are you..." As before, I couldn't stand talking, so she took my hand and said, "Follow me!"

Along the way, she pulled me on the road for a long time and it was already dark. When she arrived at a lake shore, she said, "Close your eyes." Before she could react, she had already pulled up my arm, and the wind blew in her ears - we actually flew up, yes, it was so unbelievable.

"Where are we going?" I asked.

"Sun Island, the cave that our ancestors walked out of."

I looked at her with increasingly doubtful eyes. Marinaly didn't have such special skills. Soon we arrived at the entrance of the cave.

"My unique king!" After saying that, she had already hugged me deeply, and her two hot lips had already blocked.

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Chapter completed!