Chapter One Thousand Two Hundred and Seventeen: A volume of poetry, a secret letter, and a divination
Shadow Dagger Chiwami lowered his eyes, quietly put down the loaded hand crossbow, and covered the dagger on his waist. No trace of danger could be seen. Then, wearing a black robe, he quietly emerged from the corner.
He walked out and came to the center of the big tent. When the secret guard on the other side saw him, he nodded slightly and signaled with his eyes.
The two of them kept quiet and looked at the God King Avitt who seemed to be sleeping soundly. They were silent for a moment, and seemed to have waited patiently for a while before Shadow Dagger spoke.
"Blessed by our ancestors, this is a peaceful night! Send His Highness Shulot to the king's tent next to you to rest... Be gentle and don't disturb His Highness's sweet dreams!..."
The secret guard nodded, but did not move. Shadow Dagger Chiwami also stopped, and only heard the snoring of the two kings. For a moment, the two standing people looked at each other, and then cautiously stepped forward, walking lightly.
Lifting Shulot, he walked to the edge of the bonfire and into the dark night outside the tent.
The night was silent, and the moonlight fell from the top of the tent. It was indeed a quiet and beautiful night. After a while, in the pale moonlight, Avitt sat up silently, stared at the deep darkness outside the tent door, and sighed quietly.
"Xulot, my student...you are inspired by the gods! If you are respectful and polite, know how to advance and retreat, and never make mistakes, you can indeed maintain this divinity..."
The God King murmured a few words in the moonlight, his face full of complicated and changing expressions. But at some point, Shadow Dagger Wami had returned alone and knelt down in front of the God King.
"His Majesty the Divine King, His Highness has already retired to his tent to rest."
Avitt nodded slightly and lowered his eyes without speaking. Shadow Daggerwami remained in a kneeling position, waiting for the next order.
Time seemed to be frozen at this moment, silent in the calm moonlit night, everything was waiting. Avitt poured himself another glass of green plum wine, tasted the sour taste, and then stood up leisurely. His steps were shaky.
, he walked to the corner of the tent, picked up a book and opened it. Then, holding the wine in one hand and the book in the other, he danced and chanted like a sacrificial dance.
"How long can one live while drinking and singing?... Fifty years of life are like dreams and bubbles, coming to an end in the blink of an eye!...Who in this world can see the first moon? In this world,
Oh, bright moon, where will it shine?...I see you, but I can't hear your voice. I wish to have the divinity of the moon to illuminate your heart!..."
"My departed ancestor! He and I were born from the same roots. The cooked beans are indeed delicious, but I can't bear to eat them! ... He is the rising sun, watching towards noon. I am the noon sun, eventually going to
Dusk...This world is mine at the moment, but it is also his, but in the final analysis, it belongs to my descendants and future generations!..."
Avitt was singing and dancing, reciting popular poems in the capital. At this moment, he looked like a high-ranking priest dancing during a ceremony, or like an elder of the family reciting poems during a festival. It took a full half-quarter of an hour for him to turn red.
Drunk-faced, smelling of alcohol, he sat down in front of the desk with his legs crossed. He threw the poetry album in his hand on the desk, and suddenly a note sandwiched in the book fell out. And the poetry album revealed
The name is clearly "The Poems of Xiu Suoke".
"Xiusoke's poems... Who wrote these strange poems that are full of life experiences, have different characters, and have completely different styles?... This poem expresses your thoughts, or it comes from your god.
Qi? How much of them are true and how much of them are false, and who is right and who is wrong?..."
Avitt caressed the book of poems and opened his sober drunken eyes, as if he was asking others, but also as if he was asking himself. At this moment, he was so conflicted in his heart, so murderous, but it was rare in his life.
Feeling fear, fear of a divine being whose life and death are in his hands!
"O Lord God! This is the true divinity...a divinity that is real and can predict the future!..."
Avitt murmured to himself and reached out to pick up the fallen note. He silently stared at the words on the note, even though he had read it many times last night and this morning. But every time he saw it,
But it still shocked his heart, like turbulent waves, and he was so horrified that he could hardly speak! This was a true divine prophecy. What happened at this moment was predicted as early as four years ago!…
"Secret guard urgent report: A fleet came to Jinwan City from the land of Maya. The ship brought the head of an evil demon with white skin, long beard, and a ferocious face. It has never been seen before. The whole city of Jinwan City was in an uproar, and people's hearts were shocked.
.Priests, nobles and warriors all chant the name of His Highness Shulot, shout prophecies and miracles, and believe in gods!…”
Avitt silently clenched his palms, even breaking the letter paper, and his nails were deeply embedded in his flesh. A faint blood seeped out, dyeing the note red. The secret letter that arrived last night was lurking in Jinwan.
The alliance secret guards in the city crossed the narrow path of the inland mountains and forests, and were brought directly from Jinwan City, five hundred miles away, to the siege camp of Shenshi City. In order for this letter to arrive as soon as possible, people changed their names along the way.
It only took eight days to get four batches of messengers who were good at running...
"Xulot's prophecy, the white-skinned evil demon, actually appeared in the distant East China Sea! ... This kind of unprecedented divination miracle actually came true four years later! If we wait for the evil demon's head
Pass it back to the alliance capital, and then spread it south to the main camp of Shenshi City...The new sun, a young elder, is about to rise in people's hearts!"
After a long silence, Avitt's heart was violently agitated, and his face was rarely lost. The news came, even more shocking than the roaring artillery, making him tremble in his heart and making him tremble all over.
Goosebumps!
Because artillery is only a weapon for siege, Avitt can see with his own eyes how the artillery is cast, how the gunpowder is made, and how the stone bullets are fired. But the mysterious divination is true.
His divinity is the realm of the gods that he can never touch! This is the "divinity" that truly shocked the Mexica people and made the king of gods eclipse him!
"O Lord God! If an ordinary priest of the Lord God can predict the wind, rain, and solar eclipse in a few days, he can already make countless tribesmen kneel down, and even make warriors bow their heads and serve the priest devoutly. And a well-known priest
The Divine Enlightener, now predicting a full four years later, predicted unprecedented changes, and finally came true like a miracle!…”
Avit clutched the letter, as if talking to himself, or venting his emotions. Shadow Daggerwami stood behind him, listening silently, like a real shadow. They all knew that as Mexica,
The mysterious activities that people value most, sacred prophecies and divination, have meaning in the hearts of the Alliance people! In fact, this is just like the people of the Shang Dynasty, facing the truly efficacious divination...
Once the head of the evil demon arrives, Xiulote's name will not only have the same divine prestige as an elder in the seaside land, but also in the hearts of the Mexica people, and he will be directly canonized as a god! This kind of terrifying
His prestige is greater the more he is at the bottom of the ignorant, among the tribesmen and warriors, and can rival or even surpass the God-King! ... And when that time comes, if Avitt wants to take action against Shulot, he will have to pay a lot of effort.
The political cost will be too high, and even if he is not careful, he will subvert himself... Even if he kills Shulot, the power left by Shulot, coupled with the great nobles from various places, will make the ambitious people in the royal family
All branches can use the murder of the "divine elder" as a call to action and join forces to stab him in the back...
"At that point...the situation becomes uncontrollable...Government lies in the human heart...the human heart influenced by divinity..."
In the long silent night, Avitt just sat in front of the table, with his head hanging down, like a frozen and breathing sculpture. Shadow Daggerwami waited for a long time, until the moon was setting in the west, and the tent became more and more groggy.
The deepest darkness before dawn... He then spoke softly and asked for instructions in a low voice.
"His Majesty the God King?..."
"..."
Avitt didn't speak, and raised his eyes to look at Shadow Dagger for a while. He knew what Shadow Dagger wanted to ask, but he didn't want to answer, and he didn't even have the strength to answer. After a long time, he gently shook his head and waved his hand.
"Go down!..."
"...yes!…"
Shadow Dagger Chewami paused, lowered his head and bowed, and then quietly exited the tent. Avitt's expression in the tent was gloomy, as if he had aged a lot in an instant, and seemed to have made a difficult decision.
"Xulot, my student... I really envy you! I envy your wisdom and divine enlightenment, I envy your youth and fertility... I believe in your oath even more, even if you don't believe me... But I know that you are capable
I believe it! As long as you stay connected... Even if I betray the world, as long as you don’t betray me, I won’t betray you! ...After all, for the future of the royal family, for Alyssa and Xiuhua..."
"Praise the Lord God Huitzilopochitli! Great-grandfather Huitzilvittle bless you! You are my great-grandfather and Hulot's great-great-grandfather. May you witness it!..."
Avitt whispered to himself, looked into the deep darkness, and recited the names of the main gods and ancestors. At this moment, he recalled the oath he made with Shulot, and his expression was rare piety.
After all, in this era like the Shang, Zhou, Spring and Autumn Period, and in the history of the Mexican people, no one has ever farted in Luoshui. Even wars are "wars of flowers" with an agreed time and place. Sacred oaths and blood,
Just like in spring and autumn, it blooms with its final glory...
The first ray of dawn rose from the east and fell into the king's tent not far away. Shulot stood up suddenly on the straw bed, his pupils reflected the light. He held the dagger at his waist tightly, with sweat on his back, and opened his eyes
There was doubt and vigilance in his eyes. How could all this long sleepless time pass so peacefully? But what exactly happened yesterday? Avitt had said so much, tested danger so many times, and what on earth was his idea?
…
The young king was silent for a moment, then quietly stood up and walked to the Bagua flag and the altar. He silently lit the sacred smoke, inhaled the relaxing breath, and held the fifty sunflower seeds that symbolized the number of days. Then he whispered in his mouth
Chanting, reciting the name of the Lord God, and also using thoughts to place the Pyramid of the Moon where everything started.
"God bless you! The Pyramid of the Moon is above... Please let me divine the way forward and know your future!..."
Shulot looked pious and once again divined the complete six lines. At this moment, he could only seek guidance from the gods, no matter whether it was efficacious or not, no matter where the gods were.
"The first line is Shaoyin, the second line is Shaoyin, the third line is Shaoyang, the fourth line is Shaoyin, the fifth line is Shaoyin, and the sixth line is Laoyin...Old Yin changes into Yao and becomes Shaoyang..."
At this point in the long and complicated divination, Shulot was stunned, staring at the familiar hexagrams, which seemed to be connected with the last divination. He looked confused and didn't know what to say for a while. After a while, he finally said
In the rising sun, I whispered to myself, asking the gods who would not answer, and looking at the will of heaven that had already answered.
"The original hexagram goes up the soil and goes down the mountain, but it's still the same Qian hexagram as last time?...And the changed hexagram, the top and bottom are mountains, which is the hexagram Gen? What does the hexagram Gen symbolize? Is it good or bad? Ah, I don't remember.
Okay… What does this mean when you go from the Qian hexagram to the Gen hexagram?…"
After being silent for a long time, Shulot shook his head. He stood at the door of the tent and looked at the sun in the east. He only saw the sunlight breaking through the darkness, and the heaven and earth shining brightly.
