Shulot looked at the camp with interest. He only saw a shabby red crow flag and a low leader's longhouse. The rest of the place was full of traces left by migration. He looked at it for a while, and then looked towards
Chief Red Frog beside him.
"Coca, do you know this wilderness priest?"
Koka stared, looked at the flag of the camp, and nodded.
"It's Kakaro of the Red Crow Tribe. He is both the priest of the wasteland heritage and the chief of the Red Crow Tribe. The crow is an intelligent divine bird, so he is also a man of wisdom and magic. Great Chief, when you go north,
The Red Crow tribe was the first to sense danger and the first to escape!"
"The Red Crow Tribe, the first one to escape from the valley? Kakaro, Crow?"
Shulot chewed on this Nahua word. In Mesoamerican culture, the crow is indeed a sacred bird that can predict death and the future.
"Since you are the chief and priest of the Red Crow Tribe, why didn't you leave with the tribe?"
"Great Chief, the tribes in the wilderness are always migrating, and those who cannot keep up with the migration will leave forever. It is a custom in the wilderness to abandon the old and the weak who have only a few days to live, regardless of whether he is a distinguished priest or chief."
Koka shook his head and said calmly.
"Actually, because he is a priest of the wasteland, Kakaro has lived longer than most people."
"Um."
Xiuluo nodded. He had always been interested in the wasteland priest. The king pondered for a moment and then decided with a smile.
"Since he is a priest of the wilderness and a rare old man, let me go and meet him! Bertard, Cocker, you come with me."
The warrior commander nodded. He made a warning gesture, and several personal guards were fully armed and entered the leader's longhouse to inspect. After a while, the personal guards came out again, returned the normal gesture, and then went to the longhouse.
Guard around.
Only then did Shulot move. He lowered his head slightly and entered the long, low house. Sunlight penetrated through the gaps and illuminated the earthy ground. The ground was scattered with bones of various animals, wooden sculptures, and stones.
A wood panel painting. A scent of medicinal herbs fills the room. A gentle sniff makes people feel peaceful.
In the corner of the longhouse, there is a gray-haired priest. He is wearing priest's clothes, his face is gray and old, he is sitting on the ground weakly, holding a wooden board in his hand. If you look closely, you can see that there is a wooden board on the old priest's clothes.
Stained with blood, his eyes were slightly closed, and he seemed to have fallen asleep.
The king moved his eyes, looked at the sculptures of the moon and the wolf, and reached out to pick up a painting. On the small stone surface, dense graphics were carved, and in the center was a stone container with square flowing water and flames.
.On the left and right sides of the container, there are dense flowers and fruits; above and below the container, there are long grasses and root systems. Further outside, there are trees that look like human figures.
"Ahem...respected Chief Death. This is the inheritance panel of the wasteland priest..."
Kakaro spoke with difficulty. The guards had already informed him of the identity of the visitor.
"Oh, inherited panel painting? Dear Priest of the Wasteland, can you explain it to me?"
Shulot smiled gently, approached the old priest, and sat down cross-legged. Bertard held the bronze sword and guarded the king. Coca looked at the dying Kakalo with a complicated expression.
Kakaro opened his cloudy eyes, looked at the Death Chief in front of him, and was immediately surprised by the young man.
"Ahem...Chief Death, you are so young!...I have heard your name for a long time. It must be fate to meet you before I die..."
Kakaro sighed softly, then coughed again. Hulot took out a piece of cotton cloth from his arms and handed it to the old priest. The other party took it with difficulty, covered his mouth, and soon the cotton cloth was dyed red.
"Ahem! Don't worry, Mother Wasteland is calling me. She is always a little anxious."
The old priest smiled hard and looked at the painting in the king's hand.
"Chief Death, I am happy to tell you about the spirit of the wasteland, and I also beg you to treat the people of the wasteland well. The tribes who moved south did a lot of killing, but they did not kill for the sake of killing, just to survive. Survival is the eternity of all tribes in the wasteland.
The pursuit is also the kindness and cruelty of the wilderness mother."
Shulot lowered his eyes slightly and did not make any answer, but listened patiently.
"Ahem... We were born in the wilderness. We believe that all things are animistic. We love the sky and the earth, the sun and the moon. We believe in the balance and cycle of the world. The priests of the wilderness respect the way of nature and believe in the coexistence and balance of nature.
"
"Chief Death, please look at this painting. The side of the wilderness is the unity and derivation of all things, and the coexistence of nature! The stone container symbolizes the tolerance of the earth and the restraint of nature. Even flowing water and flames can
They coexist in a narrow container. The water flow brings life, the fire brings light and heat, and the earth breeds vitality... When water, fire, and earth blend together, dense grass can grow, take deep roots, and bloom brilliantly.
The flowers bear harvest fruits. Grass, roots, flowers and fruits are symbols of the flourishing life.”
Having said this, Kakaro paused, trying hard to suppress the fishy smell rising in his throat. Then he continued to speak.
"When life is extremely lush, there are trees and people, as well as surrounding animals and wind. People are the beloved of Mother Earth and should live like trees, welcoming the wind, rain and sunshine from high places. Water, fire, earth, grass roots, flowers and fruits,
Trees, animals, wind and people. All things come from the same source and coexist with each other! They all have strengths and weaknesses, so they depend on each other..."
Hearing this, Shulot's eyes flashed. Water, fire, earth, wind, flowers, plants, trees, animals and people... It sounded like "two are born, three are born, and three are all things".
Kakaro looked into Xilot's eyes, pondered for a while, and then pointed to another panel on the pile of bones.
"Chief Death, please look at this painting."
Shulot looked up and was shocked.
In the middle of the painting, there is a huge round hollow ball nest. There is a gap in the hollow ball nest, and the inside is the shape of the combination of petals and ovary. On the inner wall of the ovary, there are human heads and bodies. These heads
Combined with the body, a new canine is formed, holding a bow and arrow, and walks out of the gap in the ball nest. The old canine will return to the ball nest, integrate into the inner wall, put down everything, and transform into scattered bodies again.
In the center of the ball nest, the newborns and the dying are talking, greeting and saying goodbye to each other. At the gap of the ball nest, the priests of the wasteland are presiding over the ceremony, welcoming the new life and praising death. On the outside of the ball nest, there are busy canine descendants,
spend their youth.
"Chief Death, the side of the wilderness is the cycle of rebirth and death, the balance of nature! Mother Earth is a hollow cactus ball. She breeds new life and accepts old death. Life is in a constant cycle,
He walked out of his mother's womb, young and healthy. He traveled through the wilderness, planting, hunting, reproducing, and singing. He returned to the nest where he was born, old and weak. He returned his life to the earth, his body decomposed, and he was peaceful.
Death... The spirit of the wilderness tells us that laughter is the answer to birth, and silence is the answer to death. Rebirth and death are both part of nature, the end and the starting point, and there is no need for gods to control it!...Ahem!"
Hearing this, Shulot looked solemn. This kind of natural thought contains the philosophy of life, but it is the enemy of the divine religion. The king looked at the old priest and said calmly.
"Dear Priest of the Wasteland, what you said is very good! I like the inheritance of the wasteland very much, and I also respect the spirit of nature. However, in the entire world, including this boundless wasteland, rebirth and death must be the supreme authority of the gods and given by the gods.
A gift from man! My name is Shulot, and I am the incarnation of the god of rebirth and death!"
"Ahem!..."
Kakaro coughed, a look of pain appeared on his face. He stretched out his hand with difficulty and said to Xilot.
"Chief Death, the wasteland priests have no intention of challenging your authority... The inheritance of the wasteland can be modified, as long as it can be continued... I beg you, please show mercy... cough cough!"
The old priest coughed violently, and blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, unable to stop it. His whole body trembled, his hand loosened, and the wooden board he was holding rolled down and fell at the king's feet.
Shulot glanced at the wooden board, his heart beat rapidly and his pupils shrank sharply. On the wooden board, he saw a black wolf head symbolizing death, and three neat square Chinese characters: "Xulot".
Bertard followed His Highness' gaze and his expression suddenly changed. He pulled out his bronze sword, stepped forward suddenly, and held Carkaro's chest.
"Tell me! Who taught you these three words!"
"Ahem...three words?"
"It's the wolf's head and words carved on the wooden board! Those are His Highness's emblem and real name, and they will never be known to outsiders!"
Bertard looked murderous and put a bronze sword on Carkaro's neck.
"Say it!"
"Ahem, the real name of Chief Death?!"
Kakaro looked shocked. He remembered the origin of the wolf head and the words, couldn't help laughing hoarsely, and even forgot to cough.
"That's it! That's it! Haha!..."
"Are you using witchcraft to spy on His Highness?!"
Bertard clenched the bronze sword angrily and almost killed Carkaro on the spot.
"Bertard, let him finish."
Shulot's heart was filled with ups and downs, but his face was as calm as a calm lake. The warrior commander then let go of his hand and backed away slightly.
Kakaro's wrinkles trembled and he showed a strange smile. He stretched out his hand and pointed at Shulot, but his body was facing the east.
"Haha! Life is a rotating circle, and many destinies intersect in the cycle!...The shadow of death comes from the south, but it actually contains the hope of life, but it is not known to mortals...The hardships and challenges are
In the East, it is a difficult journey and a node of destiny!...Alan, the soul you have been looking for is in the place you try to stay away from, and it is destined to be impossible to see! Cough...cough...uh
!”
After saying these mysterious words, the old priest coughed violently again. Then, he suddenly fell to the ground, and a large ball of blood flowed from his mouth. Soon, his body trembled twice for the last time, and everyone was shocked.
