Chapter 519: Fruit Residue Is Not Sweet, but Rotten Wood Is Immortal

May is the beginning of the rainy season, and the climate is unpredictable, as unpredictable as a god. Just now it was covered with dark clouds, and in an instant it was clear again. The setting sun fell into my eyes, making people feel dizzy.

"Haha! Sweet fruits are eaten by people and birds, and sooner or later they will not have a good end! As for sour fruits, birds will not eat them. Even if they are made into dried fruits, no one wants to eat them. Even if they are eaten, they will spit them out and become sour and bitter pomace! This pomace is good, I would rather be pomace!"

Uger opened his robe, sweating all over, angry and happy. He kept muttering in his mouth, just like a madman, not looking like a priest elder at all. Fortunately, although his emotions fluctuated, his mouth was reliable, and he didn't say anything that he shouldn't say.

After a while, the slightly fat priest elder panted and fell on the cotton blanket with his head raised. He vented for a while, and the pressure in his heart was finally relieved, no longer pressing like a black cloud. Then, he waved his hand, and the maid brought a cup of warm honey tea, and gently fed it to the elder's mouth. The sweet taste echoed in his mouth, and then slowly slid into his throat, with the fragrance of flower tea, which refreshed him.

"Huh! It's still early in the day, so there's no rush."

Uger shook his head with satisfaction and looked up at the sky. As the sun approached dusk, the setting sun reflected the magnificent sunset and drew a magnificent silhouette under the great temple. The fiery red and deep intertwined between heaven and earth, the beauty was breathtaking, like an immortal streamer.

Such a scene, in the eyes of the priest elder, made him lose his mind. But if you look closely, it seems like a sign of danger. He murmured to himself, and was a little sad for a while.

"It's so beautiful! Like fire, and like the abyss! I'm between the sky fire and the earth abyss. If I take a wrong step."

"Ahem! Respected elder priest, the envoys from Cholula brought some valuable gifts when they came to pay their respects this time."

Sipili coughed lightly and asked for instructions quickly. If the elder priest continued to talk like this, he didn't know what he would say. He also wanted to spend a few years of experience in peace, then jump out of the vortex of the capital, be sent out, and be a happy regional chief priest.

"Elder, how should we deal with these valuable gifts?"

"Hmm? Valuable gifts?"

Uger's eyes lit up and he turned over and sat up. Hearing this, he was no longer tired.

"What is it?"

"An ancient jade artifact of the Toltecs, several sky-blue top-quality turquoises, and two bags of top-grade divine cigarettes that have been blended."

"Ah! Ancient jade artifacts, top-grade turquoise, top-grade divine cigarettes!"

Uger's eyes widened and his face showed joy. These are all his favorites, and they are not available in the market.

"Wow! The priests of Cholula are really generous. This is just a gift for coming to the door. If they really want me to do something, that's impossible."

Thinking of this, Ugel felt a little itchy. He hesitated, wondering whether to meet with the other party.

What could the envoy of Cholula do? It's nothing more than seeing that the Eastern Expedition is strong and the alliance is at the doorstep, so he wants to come to Cholula to plead for mercy. As the elder priest in charge of general affairs, can't he also mention it in the high priest group? At that time, no matter whether the matter is successful or not, the things will be accepted and they will not be returned.

"Well, where do the priests of Cholula live?"

"Ah? Respected elder priests, they live in the southeast corner of the palace area, an ordinary noble house."

"Why do they live so far away?"

Ugel raised his eyebrows. He stood up, took two steps, and gave orders.

"Send a messenger, let them."

Suddenly, Ugel's feet were still, and his open mouth closed tightly again. He lowered his head, raised his feet slightly, and stared at the pomace priest elder who was crushed under his feet. He kept this posture, and didn't know what he was thinking. After a long while, he took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.

"Pomace, pomace, pomace is sour and bitter, and it is called pomace when no one cares! At this critical moment, why are you standing out and attracting attention for no reason? No, you must not get involved in Cholula's affairs. It's not worth it for a little money!"

Sipili waited for a while, looking at Ugel as if he was in a fixed body 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 them?"

"No! No! No! No! Don't care about them. If they come again, drive them all away!"

Ugel paced two steps, shook his head, and turned around and lay on the carpet again.

"Remember, put all their gifts in the warehouse. Keep them, and don't report to me again!"

".Yes, elder."

"Huh!"

Uger took a puff of the magic cigarette and exhaled a long puff of smoke. He knew that he was soft-hearted and superficial. If they really met, the other party might agree to it if he said something moving, took out some divine objects handed down from generation to generation, and made some small requests. So, it's better not to meet.

"The top priority at the moment is still to do it! After this time, I will just jump out of the capital and go to the local archdiocese to be a chief priest!"

Uger's thoughts turned, and after thinking for a long time, he shook his head again. At his level, there are not many suitable positions in the local area.

The Archdiocese of Mexica is directly under the jurisdiction of the High Priests, needless to say. The Archdiocese of Tarasco is under the jurisdiction of Xiuluot, and the Archdiocese of Otomi is the territory of Ort. Although Ort is about to die, he has been dragging his feet. Although the Archdiocese of Huastec is vacant, it is only an empty title and a small city-state of Metztitlan. As for this Eastern Expedition, after conquering the four states of Tlaxcala, a new archdiocese should be established.

"Well? Then we still have to solve the problem of the holy city of Cholula! Trouble, it's really troublesome!"

After thinking about it, Uger couldn't find a suitable place. He laughed at himself and sighed.

"Alas! Power, power, where can there be vacant power at this position? I'd better be a piece of rotten wood and put it in the High Priests of the capital!"

The elder priest looked up and looked at the gradually dimming sunset. Darkness is about to come, can the rotten wood be immortal? Inexplicably, he remembered a figure he had not remembered for a long time, and a quiet and silent head.

"Dead wood cannot be carved, dead wood poses no threat, dead wood still has time, just live happily!"

Long memories flooded into his heart, making Uger's eyes become scattered. He thought blankly for a while, and suddenly felt a little proud, and regained his strength.

"It's almost time! Sipili, prepare some clean towels and bring a small fan. Come with me!"

"Ah? Elder, let's go."

"Well. It's always right to visit frequently and serve well. As for the mundane affairs of the priest group, how can they be as important as this!"

"As you say."

Soon, the two were ready. Uger changed into a simple robe, and Sipili carried a small bamboo basket. In the bamboo basket, there were some utensils for servants to serve, and I don't know who they were prepared for.

The sunset gradually fell, and the shadow covered the earth. The last glow illuminated the two people walking until they disappeared in the towering and dark palace.

Not far away from the darkness, in another ancient priest's house. Candlelight flickered on the wall, and gods danced on the murals. Under the candlelight and murals, two people were sitting opposite each other, both wearing priests' feather crowns, looking at each other silently.

The one at the top was wearing gorgeous clothes, with a handsome face and a handsome spirit. The one at the bottom was wearing a black robe, with gray hair and a vicissitudes of life.

After a while, the old man at the bottom sighed and asked calmly.

"Priest Acap, can you really not mediate for us in the high priest group?"