The lake breeze blew, and the wild people were crowded, but there was not much noise. Upon hearing the king's summons, the high priest Shuter nodded and followed the messenger.
The high priest's attire today is particularly grand. He wears a full set of equipment, a ruby crown on his head, a sun cloak on his shoulders, a gold and silver sun and moon robe, gold feather bracers on his wrists, and black wolf feather shoes on his feet. In his hands,
There is one more inherited religious artifact, which is the wand with feathers in the mural of the Sun God! The head of the wand bends downward, and at the end is a golden snake head.
The high priest walked slowly but firmly through the aisles separated by the "broken-haired warriors" and came to the terrifying "skeleton warriors".
Seeing this scene, Shulot felt inexplicably familiar. He did not have a deep awe of the divine power in his heart, but just remembered some of the action games he was passionate about before. However, when he turned around and looked around, he saw that no matter the priests, nobles, or
Warriors, everyone held their breath and lowered their eyes, not daring to disturb or even look directly at this sacred scene.
"Skeleton Warrior" Tisok stood up from the shoulder carriage, looking down from a high position, looking extraordinarily tall. He also spread the same sun cloak behind him, then picked up the Sun God's scepter around his waist and matched it with the scepter in the hand of the high priest.
Touch. This represents communication with God.
The two sacred suns completed a set of silent and complicated rituals, like a pantomime. Then, in the eyes of everyone in awe, they resumed human communication.
"This kind of theocracy in the city-state era is a bit like the Egyptian pharaohs in ancient times... They rely on myths to rule people's hearts, but once the myths are broken, people's hearts will be at a loss."
Shulot lowered his head and showed a respectful attitude, just thinking in his heart.
The human interaction between King Tisok and High Priest Shuter was very brief. The two of them just looked serious, said a few words briefly, and nodded to each other.
Soon, Shuttle was seen waving. Then, the burly Shusoke stepped forward, lowered his head and knelt down on one knee, letting the king grab his hair. The young Shulot had seen this scene on the mural and guessed that this
It should be a sign of swearing to give his life. Then, he took a peek at the king. Between the gaps in the bone helmet, bright patterns intertwined. He could not see the specific face, but he felt that he was about forty years old.
When it was Shulot's turn, the ceremony was relatively simple. The king just glanced at the young man, or rather his distant nephew, and nodded slightly. He waved and handed over an exquisite obsidian dagger with a gorgeous green inlay on the handle.
Songshi happened to know that Xiulote's old dagger had already been given away during the capture, so he conveniently put the dagger into his arms.
After meeting his relatives in the Holy City, the king summoned some high nobles and priests in turn and held some procedural allegiance ceremonies. Next, the high priest invited the king to enter the ancient city and enjoy a dinner together.
This dinner was the most sumptuous meal that Shulot had ever had since he was a child. The first was corn, pumpkin, and kidney beans in heavy pottery, which represented the three most important staple foods given to the world by the gods. However, this was a bit like a
As a matter of etiquette, no one will eat it on such occasions.
Then, there is a bowl of blood-red cocoa drink, in which chili pepper, honey, and allspice are added, deliberately making it the color of blood. This is a drink for warriors and nobles, and everyone must drink it with a serious and solemn expression, not even a drop of it.
Remaining.
After drinking it, Shulot's face completely changed color. It tasted bitter, spicy, sweet and cocoa.
The next food is very normal, boiled tomatoes, boiled turkey, boiled venison, boiled cactus, boiled papaya, boiled avocado, and tequila with insects or chili peppers, you can choose according to your preference.
The banquet was very solemn, and Shulot stopped after eating a little, as did everyone else. The tableware in his hand was a small obsidian dagger with a shallow dent in the middle, which could be used for cutting meat or as a spoon.
And a fork. But the obsidian is very sharp, so be careful not to scratch your mouth. In such a formal occasion, the wooden spoon that Shulot likes every day is difficult to hold on the countertop.
After drinking a few tequila drinks, the high priest Shuter waved his hand and motioned for everyone in his highness to dance.
Naturally, the first thing in line was the sacrificial dance. The brazier lit tobacco leaves and spices, and the mysterious aroma spread in the hall, making people feel trance-like, as if they were entering the kingdom of God. Then a group of priests wearing feathers, crowns, and jewelry came forward.
Dance or perform, and sing old and simple songs:
"My heart is a flower,
It blooms suddenly,
He is the king of the night,
Oh oh oh oh oh oh.
"
"The goddess returns from afar,
our mother earth,
Give all things to me,
Oh oh oh oh oh oh.
"
"I am the corn god, born in heaven,
Where flowers bloom.
The only flower that day,
Yantala, yantala, ahhhhh.
"
"I am the God of Corn, born in a land of rain and fog,
The embrace of human childhood.
Home of the Mountain God,
Yantala, yantala, ahhhhh.
"
"Dawn comes and there is a brilliant sunrise.
I use colorful spoons,
Drink honey from standing flowers,
Yantala, yantala, ahhhhh.
"
"On the earth,
Walking through the bustling market.
I, Quetzalcoatl, the Quetzalcoatl,
is the master of the world,
Yantala, yantala, ahhhhh.
"
The priest's song was long and deep, and the ring jingled, and a vicissitude of charm disappeared with the wind. King Tisoke was completely fascinated by the song, and he nodded his head gently in tune with the rhythm. After the song ended, he thought about it for a long time, and finally
He came back to his senses and asked with concern.
"High Priest, what kind of divine song is this? I've never heard it before."
"Honored King, this is the song of Quetzalcoatl."
Shuttle smiled and nodded, with a smile on his face.
"Over the years, the priests of the Holy City have studied the murals of the ancestors of the ancient city. There are many myths in them, which are different from those we have spread. This one tells that Quetzalcoatl was once the master of the world!"
Hearing this, Tisok looked solemn and nodded.
"When the banquet is over, please ask the high priest to tell me the myths of our ancestors. After a long time, we descendants of gods on earth will always return to the kingdom of God."
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Next is the song of the nobility. Some aristocratic girls wear gorgeous cloaks, wearing passionate singles, shaking gem bracelets, singing joyful and joyful songs
Aristocratic Song:
"I like the colors of the world,
Brilliant flowers and feathers.
In the season that makes your heart beat,
Light up the intoxicating smoke.
"
"Dance with us,
Let your bitterness escape,
Decorate yourself with them,
That beautiful golden cocoa flower.
"
"Then kiss under the flowers,
Share your fun with me,
Sing beautifully here.
the songs of birds and parrots,
Echoing by the tinkling spring water.
"
"You are like a cup of cocoa,
Having it makes my heart happy,
My heart is flying,
My heart is flying.
"
The girl's singing voice was sweet and cheerful, like a lark in the sky. Her cloak flew, revealing her graceful body, with a hint of charm and temptation. The passionate dance finally ended, and her clothes were soaked with sweat. The girls gasped slightly and used moisturizing
His eyes were looking forward to the king on the stage.
Perhaps because he understood the intensity hidden in the singing, or perhaps because he smelled the fragrance of the girls so close to him, the young Shulot felt a rush of blood rush to his head, and soon his face turned red.
Others in front of the palace remained calm. Obviously, this level of singing and dancing was just a small scene for the nobles present.
Tisoke touched his hands and praised softly, his expression calm.
"The singing and dancing are good. Although it is not as grand as the capital city, it has a pure feeling."
Hearing this, High Priest Shuter nodded with a smile and asked softly.
"Did the king have any intention of singing and dancing in this?"
The meaning of this sentence was naturally to ask if he wanted to choose a girl to sleep with. Tisok thought for a moment and shook his head. His expression did not change and he refused.
"On the march, let's not rush into the joy of singing for the time being."
Upon hearing this, the high priest waved his hand and asked the beautiful girls to retreat.
Finally, there was the warrior dance. The best warriors in the city-state walked into the hall, led by the jaguar Orosh. The warriors were all decorated with bright flowers, holding ancient shields and wooden sticks without obsidian flakes. Then
, they struck each other with shields and sticks, their movements were vigorous and powerful, and they sang the song of warriors and flowers:
“A soldier’s life flies by like a flower,
All glory will eventually leave,
All the dazzling glory returns to dust.
Is there a brightest moment?
"
"Let the flower die in bloom,
Leave an unforgettable song!
Let my heart be dedicated to the earth,
This world is just in a hurry~
"
The dance of the warriors was soothing and calm at first, then sonorous, and finally everything returned to solemn calm. Finally, the leader Orosh walked up to the front of the hall, knelt down on one knee, and presented Tisok with a bouquet of flowers that symbolized the warriors.
.
Tisoke just nodded slightly, maintaining a distant attitude, saying nothing, and did not take the flowers.
Seeing this, Shuttle raised his eyebrows. He waved his hand to ask the dissatisfied warriors to retreat. Then, he asked with a smile.
"King, what do you think of the Samurai Dance?"
"Alright."
Tisok answered simply, obviously not very interested in the warriors.
"High Priest, since the singing and dancing have ended..."
Tisoke turned slightly sideways, with some expectation in his tone,
"Tell me more about the myths of the ancestors. When this expedition is over, I can carve the myths and battles into a new sacrificial disc beside the sun stone sacrificial disc in the temple to record my dedication to the gods.
!”
"Dear King, I am willing to serve you!"
The long dinner was finally over, and the excited king chatted for a long time before saying goodbye and leaving. Everyone in the palace dispersed, and the three of them, their grandfather and grandson, were finally able to get together and discuss today's dinner.
After looking around and seeing no one around, Shusok asked softly.
"Father, you specially arranged three kinds of songs and dances. Can you tell what the new king's temperament is like?"
"He is an excellent divine descendant, a qualified nobleman, and an incompetent commander."
High Priest Shuter thought for a moment and affirmed the sermon. The old wrinkles on his face did not affect the sharp look in his eyes.
"I'm afraid it will be difficult to win this expedition, but it will only be a small defeat!"
The young man Shulot was stunned for a moment, and then he understood something. This dinner party was a test in itself! In this Warring States period where wars were frequent and there were numerous states, the leaders of all the city-states retained their own opinions and judgments.
"In today's world, not only does the king choose his ministers, but the ministers also choose their king..."
The young man Shulot was thoughtful and whispered to himself. He looked at his grandfather's face that had gone through many vicissitudes of life and was convinced!
