Chapter 529 The High Priest Goes East, His Last Memories and the Mountaintop

The sun is dim and clouds cover the sky. There was a dead silence in the holy sanctuary, and you could almost hear the drop of a pin. The divine smoke continues to rise in the furnace, rendering the aura of the divine kingdom deeper. Invisible pressure fell on everyone's hearts, as if even the wind had stopped.

"Wow!"

A girl who served the "gods" looked frightened and shook her hand, accidentally dropping the pottery pot in her hand. There was only a sharp cracking sound, and the pottery pot fell to the ground and cracked, splashing honey water all over the ground. Even the clothes of the high priest and the priests and elders were wet with honey.

"How dare you be so offensive!"

Petel's face turned cold and he shouted angrily. He looked at the girl in the first sentence, but looked at the high priest in the second sentence. Then, the old priest leader showed murderous intent in his eyes and gave instructions with a gloomy expression.

"Kill her and make amends to the high priest! Right here, in front of the high priest!"

Two family warriors immediately stepped forward and grabbed the girl who was lying on the ground and begging softly. Then, a warrior pulled out an obsidian dagger, put it on the girl's neck, and slashed it without hesitation!

"Bah!"

Pure and bright red warmth spurted out from the young and beautiful body, instantly splashing all over the high priest and Peter. The sacrificial robes of the two theocratic leaders were stained with blood, and even their faces were splattered with blood. The girl trembled and struggled for a few seconds before turning into a blood-red flower and lying on the ground in front of the two of them.

"High Priest, are you satisfied with this apology?"

Petel was smiling, looking closely at the high priest, and his voice was cold. The request to sacrifice the priests and elders really touched his bottom line. Two family warriors were standing next to the high priest with sharp blades in their hands, looking vaguely threatening.

"oh?"

The high priest also had a smile on his face, and he seemed to have no fear, and even looked forward to it. He reached out his hand calmly, wiped the blood spots on his face with his sleeve, and replied calmly.

"Peter, you should know that the more sacred the blood is, the more it pleases the gods. And only the life of the divine elder can calm the wrath of the God of War!"

"you!"

Petel clenched the scepter in his hand and stared at him coldly. He stared, as if he was going to let the warriors take action in the next second. However, this anger only lasted for more than ten seconds before disappearing from the face of the priest leader. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and let it out in a long breath.

"Tug the body away and get down!"

The family warriors bowed their heads in salute, and then left with the limp body, leaving only the dazzling color. There was deathly silence in the sacred sanctuary, and the thick smoke of the gods was lingering, making it look more and more like the Kingdom of God.

"High Priest, the Holy City of Cholula sincerely submits to me, why are you so hard-pressed?"

After a while, the priest leader Petel leaned down and bowed again. The gloominess on his face had long since disappeared, and was filled with a look of humble entreaty.

"Dear High Priest, the city of Cholula is willing to hand over more land, gold, silver, gems, and albums of divine objects! Please be merciful and forgive me a little!"

The twelve priests and elders are the top of the Holy City's ruling class. In order to fulfill the king's request, everyone discussed for several days before reluctantly deciding on the person to be sacrificed, and promised that Yolowa would be the elder of the family and hereditary. If two more are sacrificed, the balance of power will be completely broken! There may be a split among the elders over this.

".A fox who cares about himself will not dare to take action after all."

Looking at Petel who lowered his posture, the high priest had inexplicable disappointment in his eyes. He raised the corners of his mouth, nodded slowly, and looked at the chief priest and the elders.

"Peter, since you said so, I will give you a chance! I will stay in Cholula City for two days. If you come up with a divine object or inheritance that is enough to seduce me, I can challenge the high priest. Tuan, give me an explanation! Otherwise.”

"Okay! The Holy City of Cholula will definitely satisfy you!"

Hearing this, Pettel was immediately happy. When it comes to divine objects and inheritance, there is no force in the world that can defeat Cholula, not even the Totonac people who are good at making cultural relics. He smiled, saluted, and agreed. The priests and elders also breathed a sigh of relief. They communicated visually with each other, while mentally calculating how much blood they would shed and what treasures they would take out from their ancestors.

The sun sets in the west, reflecting the fiery red glow, dyeing the Great Pyramid magnificently. In the sacred place, the smoke mixed with the smell of blood spread in the nostrils of everyone, like a sacrifice being held.

"Well. It's getting late, so let's end today's talks!"

The high priest nodded, looked at the sky, and stood up. The robe on his body was dyed red, making it look even brighter.

"Obey you! High Priest."

The old fox Petel spoke enthusiastically with a smile on his face.

"Tonight, you can rest in my palace! I have the best divine smoke there, which can allow people to communicate with the goddess of life and temporarily restore youth. If you taste it in a quiet room, and let a few girls serve and sing, it can be said that Bliss on earth!”

"Oh? Temporarily restored youth. The girl serves and sings joyfully?"

The high priest was startled when he heard this. He looked at Petel in surprise. He seemed to be the same age as himself, already in his early sixties.

"Old fox, you are already this age, how can you still"

"If it's normal, it's natural that you have no intention. But if you receive the gift of the goddess of life, you can enjoy it for a while."

Peter's expression did not change and he smiled calmly.

"It's just that this magical smoke is a secret recipe from the Toltec era. Various herbs need to be processed to minimize the weakness afterwards. It is extremely expensive and extremely difficult to configure. It is far more precious than gems! If not Even I am reluctant to use it when distinguished guests arrive.”

".The holy city of Cholula has a long-lasting heritage, which is really admirable!"

The high priest smiled and nodded. Since you will feel weak after using it, it is because the herbs are overdrafting the vitality in the body. This kind of ultimate enjoyment that is greedy for pleasure and does not care about life has always been rejected by wise people. However, his life is coming to an end. If he dies in joy

"No! The decline and fall of life is a natural cycle. Going against the grain and enjoying youth for a while is nothing but burning firewood, which will only burn faster."

The high priest shook his head and flatly refused. He would not leave his grandson to such a death.

"Peter, I will stay in the outer city tonight and rest under the guard of Mexica warriors."

".obey you."

Petel raised his brows, suppressed his emotions, and nodded respectfully.

"Then, I'll take you to the outer city!"

After that, the two of them stained their sacrificial robes with blood, left the banquet together, walked down the Great Pyramid, passed through the gate of the inner city, and arrived at the bustling outer city. Along the way, the priests they met bowed their heads in greeting, the warriors bowed to the ground and saluted, and the civilians prostrated themselves. The two of them talked loudly and laughed, as if they were close friends and returned home enjoying themselves.

Based on the experience and experience of the old fox, if you serve respectfully and be careful to please, your words will definitely fall into people's hearts and make them nod with satisfaction, as if they are taking a shower of spring breeze.

"Haha! Petel, as you said before, the Quetzalcoatl Island is located in the Great Lake of the East. The people on the island are tall, gentle, and worship the gods. They make a living by fishing and planting, and they can make cassava cakes, but they don't even grind them. The whole corn is cooked. It’s quite strange!”

The high priest smiled brightly, looking at Petel who bowed slightly, the murderous intention in his heart became stronger. After the elder and his death, if there is such a cunning old fox holding real power and serving the king or his grandson, it will definitely cause endless harm.

"Haha! High Priest, this world is far bigger than you and I can imagine! In the great eastern lake, there are island people. And deep in the southeastern rain forest, there are also people in the mountain rain forest. They believe in the feathered serpent and are rich in emeralds and gems. The most precious jadeite in the holy city of Cholula is translucent and about the size of a human head. It comes from the rainforest thousands of miles southeast! During the Toltec era, this giant jadeite was processed by the top craftsmen and carved into feathers. The lifelike head of the snake statue is a sacred object that has been passed down for hundreds of years!”

Peter said with a smile on his face and a gentle expression.

"High Priest, if you are interested, I will bring the jade statue tomorrow as a token of the sincerity of the priests and elders of Cholula City!"

"The head of an emerald statue? It's completely transparent and the size of a human head?"

Hearing this, the high priest exclaimed in surprise and looked happy.

"There is such a magical thing? It's very good. I must bring it tomorrow so I can observe it!"

"Okay! It's a deal!"

Peter smiled and nodded. He looked ahead and saw that the noble house arranged for the high priest was already dozens of meters away and was being guarded by Mexica warriors. From here, it is only a few hundred meters away from the outer city.

"Haha. Shuter, this old immortal, is really cautious. But how can everyone in our Holy City harm you at this moment? Even Kuio's family, in order to inherit the position of priest and elder, will not harm you at this moment. Let’s attack you!”

Complex thoughts flashed through the old fox's mind. He pondered for a moment, gritted his teeth, reached out from his arms, and took out two top-grade divine smokes and a joy potion.

"Dear High Priest, these two top-grade sacred smokes have been processed by me personally and have been treasured for a long time. Please be sure to taste one or two! And this happy potion was prepared by the elders of the Holy City with reference to the holy water of the capital city in the lake. Come out. Please give it a try and give me some advice!”

"Oh? The top-grade divine smoke handled by one's own hands, the joy potion prepared by the elders?"

Seeing this, a sincere smile appeared on the high priest's face. He looked deeply at the old fox and nodded in response.

"God bless you! Then I'll accept it and enjoy it tonight! I've worked hard today, but let's discuss other things tomorrow!"

"Okay! The Lord God bless you! High Priest, please rest and enjoy yourself tonight. I will bring the divine artifacts and come visit you again tomorrow!"

Petel left the gift, bowed, and turned to leave. He walked hurriedly, taking about a hundred steps, with a smile on his face.

"Stay a few more days, get used to the sacred smoke and potions of the Holy City, and feel the pleasure that goes deep into your bones. I'm afraid you will never be able to leave."

Hundreds of steps away, the high priest looked at the potion in his hand and nodded with satisfaction. He looked at the old fox's leaving figure in the distance, smiling silently as he whispered.

"Peter, my old acquaintance. Have a good journey, let's hit the road together!"

The sunset has lost its last rays, and darkness envelopes the inside and outside of the Holy City. In the gorgeous mansion, the high priest was alone in a quiet room, lit a candle, and placed it flat on the mahogany table. On the table were two magical cigarettes, a potion, and a glass of tequila.

The candles gradually burned brighter, and the room flickered with light, revealing the shadows of night. A shadow wearing a black cloak walked out of the shadows silently. He took out a jar of potion with a yellow ceramic lid and placed it gently on the table. Then, he knelt on the ground and bowed deeply to the high priest.

Everything is like a silent silhouette or a black and white mime, everything has already been written. The high priest nodded slightly, and the figure stood up again, quietly left the quiet room, and gently closed the door.

The high priest looked calm, drank all the water and wine, and lit a sacred smoke. A pleasant atmosphere spreads in the quiet room, carrying the aura of the Kingdom of God, which is several times stronger than the divine smoke in the daytime.

He took a deep breath, his expression suddenly relaxed, and the intoxicating feeling came to his heart, causing his thoughts to wander. He seemed to be rising gradually, rising into the sky. And the memories of the past floated in like floating clouds, gathering into faces buried deep in my heart, and drifted away with smiles, leaving only familiar and unfamiliar greetings.

"Little Shuter, you must remember that you are a descendant of Acama Pictelli, the royal family of the Mexica people! You must inherit the glory of your ancestors and pass on our family!"

The middle-aged father, wearing a battle uniform, stood in front of the temple enshrining the relics of his ancestors and lectured loudly. The young Shuter looked serious and nodded carefully.

"Father, I will never forget the glory of my ancestors!"

"good!"

The middle-aged father smiled slightly, and then suddenly changed into the appearance he had when he died in battle. He took a deep look at Shuter and walked into the boundless forest to go to the family's sacred tree.

"Little Shuttle, you go to the holy city of Teotihuacan and serve as a low-level priest. Do it well! Remember, you are a branch of the royal family. I am behind you!"

The old lord Montezuma wore royal robes and held a ruby ​​scepter. His eyes sparkled with strong ambition and an arrogance that no one could defy.

"Yes, respected Great Tratoani! I will believe in the Lord God and devote my life to him!"

"Um."

The old Montezuma nodded. Then, there were many warriors beside him, surrounding the supreme king, heading towards the endless rain forest. One of the young warriors looked sideways and smiled at him, but it was the chief commander, Totec, who committed suicide.

"Master Priest, she gave birth to a boy. What should I do with it?"

The middle-aged Etalik knelt on the ground and respectfully reported back to him. It was an accident, an accident that should not happen to a pious middle-level priest.

"Boy? Boy hoo!"

The middle-aged high priest lowered his eyes, thought for a long time, and finally suppressed the murderous intention in his heart. According to religious law, as a middle-level priest of the main god, he should not get married, nor should he have children.

". Arrange for the child to be raised in a civilian area of ​​the Holy City. The boy's name will be... Shusoke!"

A hazy female figure condensed in the wind, but her face could no longer be seen clearly, but she vaguely remembered that she was beautiful. She glanced at the high priest, with a smile on her lips, which disappeared again in the wind. If you have no identity or bloodline, you will not enter the sacred tree.

The divine smoke is burning, and a light wind blows from the ceiling, like a lover's touch. The high priest pursed his lips and shook his head to dispel the inexplicable sadness. Then, he lit the sacred smoke again and wandered in the distant dreamland.

"Xusok, kill this sacrifice, don't be too weak! You must remember that you are a descendant of Akamapi Chitli, and you must inherit the glory of the family! Kill him!"

The high priest in his prime was wearing sacrificial robes and had a stern look on his face. In the gloomy underground prison, there is a sacrifice stone for practicing sacrifices. A strong Tlaxcala warrior is tied to it, and a young Shusok stands next to it. Then, with an expressionless face, he put the dagger into Shusok's hand and waited calmly.

Young Shusok's hands and feet were trembling, and his face turned pale. He looked in awe at his father, whom he rarely saw, and slowly raised the dagger. Then, he gritted his teeth, shouted suddenly, and dropped his arm!

"good!"

Splashed with bright red, the high priest's face showed approval and full of expectation. The young Shusuoke fell on the ground, threw away the blood-stained stone dagger, and started crying. Everything moved away in the cry, not knowing where to go.

". Orosh, you are the bravest warrior in the city-state. From today on, you and Shusok will study together inside and outside the Holy City!"

The high priest is still in his prime, but his sacrificial robes are becoming more noble. In front of him, kneeling was the young man Orosh and the same young man Shusoke. The two teenagers knelt on the ground and looked at each other with unconvincing expressions on their faces. They quickly agreed that they would have a good test later to see who was more powerful.

The shouts of the young men competing gradually faded away, and in a blink of an eye there was silence again. The middle-aged Shusok knelt down in the family temple, with the high priest in high-level sacrificial robes above him. With fire in his eyes, he looked at his son below and asked angrily.

"Xiusoke! When did you get together with that commoner woman? Which city-state nobleman induced you?"

"Father, no one induced me, I did it willingly!"

Shusoke straightened his back. Although there was anxiety on his face, there was also a bit of persistence. not to mention

"She's pregnant!"

".The continuation of the family."

The high priest's expression froze, as if he had been hit in a weak spot. After a long time, he lowered his eyes, sighed, and spoke slowly.

"Forget it! Let's wait until the child is born before we talk!"

Further back, the sun sets in the sunset, and shooting stars streak across the sky. The great ancestor Montezuma passed away, and a new life fell to the ground in a strange sign!

"Xulot, my direct grandson."

The corners of the high priest's mouth raised a smile, like the most brilliant bloom of the sunset. He opened Petel's potion and drank it in two gulps. The sweet breath echoed in his throat, making people feel comfortable. Then, without hesitation, he opened the last bottle of the elder's potion and drank it all in one gulp!

"The family continues, and the glory is in front of me. With such a grandson, I will have no regrets in my life! And today, let the old friend bow his head, enjoy the holy water of the sacred smoke, and go to the kingdom of God with a smile! "

The high priest's smile became more and more dazzling, his eyes lit up like morning stars, but his pupils began to diverge. In front of him, the last sunset appeared, and a figure wearing an obsidian crown stood on the glacier at the top of the sacred mountain. Then, the figure slowly turned his head, revealing a solemn and young face.

".Xuluot, my child, you are destined to shine in the world and become the God King of the Mexica people! "

"And I, it's time to go"

A soft sigh, with infinite satisfaction and reluctance. Life was extinguished like a candle, turning into the last smoke. Then, a skinny figure fell diagonally in front of the table. On his face was a bright and old smile. The morning star fell~