Chapter 254: Inheriting the Slate, Reshaping Faith
The sky after the rain is clear. There is only one crimson sun, sinking low at the end of the sky, gazing at the human kingdom, like the lowered eyes of gods. The sky is reflected by the setting sun. The red clouds gradually spread until they turn into boundless
The color of blood enveloped the sky of Qin Cong Can City, like the unfurled cloak of the Sun God.
Shulot walked to the light-transmitting window and looked down at the capital city and the people under his rule.
The spectacular celestial phenomenon has attracted the attention of the people in the capital, and it has already reached the time of evening prayer. Continuous prayers rang out in the majestic capital. The young king listened carefully, and he heard Huitzilopochtli, the main god of Mexica.
The name of the god, the sound was high and passionate, accompanied by the chanting of the priests; he also heard the chant of Curricaveri, the sun god of Tarasco, with a low and humming sound, scattered in every corner of the capital. And more subtle things.
, he also heard the names of Kweravaperi, the goddess of the earth, and Haratana, the goddess of the moon.
"The old faith of Tarasco is still spread among the Prepecha people. The change of faith is by no means a temporary achievement. But once it is completely converted, it will be indelible."
Shulot's eyes were calm and deep, with the awe of a king and the patience of a priest. Jatiri listened silently for a moment before pointing to the seventh stone slab with a smile.
"Your Majesty, this last stone tablet tells the story behind the god Tarasco."
"Oh? What's behind the gods?"
Shulot asked with a smile.
"Nature is the one who gives meaning to the gods."
This is the answer given by the learned elders.
Hearing such words, Shulot was stunned. He looked at Jatiri for a moment, his expression serious.
"Chief, in a country that believes in gods, you don't seem to have qualified beliefs."
"Your Majesty, if you are like me and know enough ancient epics to understand how the ancient kings and sages have reshaped the belief in gods. Then the light of gods will no longer be able to shine into a mind full of knowledge.
"
There was still a smile on Jatiri's lips. He looked at the king's serious expression and bowed his head slightly in greeting, but his eyes had already seen through it.
"The gods of Prepecha...faith restored..."
Xiulote pondered for a moment. In his mind, the corridor murals of the chief palace emerged, as well as the process of the elders' transformation of the Mexica myth... The king nodded slowly. He waved his hand and asked his close friend
The guards retreated, leaving only the warrior commander.
"There is no one in the side room. Please speak freely, chief, and tell me in detail."
Jatiri's smile spread at the corners of his mouth. He walked to the last stone slab and raised his hand to point to the first group painting.
The brush strokes of the first painting are abstract and mysterious. In the center are two gods radiating light, one with a cold male face and the other with a gentle female smile. Behind the male gods is the bright sun, with gold powder as the pigment.
It shimmers with golden light. Behind the female deity is a thick mountain, based on copper powder, which has long been oxidized to black over time.
Under the two gods, there are two nobles in gorgeous clothes. They are a man and a woman, with their arms wrapped around each other. The man is wearing the hunting attire of the Nahua people, using cold and straight lines to outline the strength of the man. The woman is Prey.
The Pecha dress symbolizes the softness of women with rounded arcs. The man's feet are cacti on the plateau, and the women's feet are small islands in the lake. In the hands of the two of them, they are holding a baby together.
Shulot looked carefully and saw that behind the baby, there was a deep full moon. The full moon was colored with silver powder and was still bright. The young king thought for a moment and understood.
"The main god of the sun and the mother goddess of the earth, the Nahua people and the Ulishi people. The two tribes combined and the moon goddess was born... Is this the interconnection between gods and humans, and the gods reflect the world?"
"Indeed!"
Jatiri smiled faintly.
"Your Majesty, this painting was painted in the early days of the establishment of the kingdom. The most important issue in the kingdom at that time was to deal with the conflict between the two clans. The first king set his capital in a religious holy place and suppressed the power of the priests.
Reconstructing the kingdom's beliefs. He reinterpreted the gods of the two tribes to stabilize the rule of the royal family and strengthen the integration of the tribes migrating south to the original ethnic groups.
In this painting, the Nahua people who migrated south are descendants of the sun god Kulikaveri and are the gods of the heavens. The native Ulishi people are the descendants of the earth mother goddess Veravaperi and are the gods of the earth.
.The two gods got married, and the races of the two gods naturally followed the gods to marry each other. In the union of the gods, the new moon goddess Halatana was born. She is a god in the world and is also in charge of life.
Life and death. And the moon goddess also symbolizes the reborn Prepecha people after the fusion!"
The knowledgeable elder paused. He looked at the king and said with profound meaning.
"Your Majesty, gods and humans are indeed connected to each other. However, it is the human world that reflects the gods!"
Shulot's eyes flashed and he nodded slowly. He didn't speak, and just continued to look at the second group of paintings.
The second group of paintings seems to be a continuation of the first painting, but it has many differences. The Nava nobles and the Urich nobles combined with each other and gave birth to a sparkling baby. The blessed baby then grew into a head-wearing
The king in the eagle helmet is holding a scepter and a spear. And behind the eagle king is a golden sun!
"Your Majesty, this second painting was painted after the death of the first generation of ancestors. At that time, the integration of the two races had been initially completed. The second generation of ancestors began to revise myths and beliefs, on the one hand, to unify the formed country, and on the other hand, to endow the royal family with
sacred status.
In this painting, the first ancestor Talia Kuri is described as the descendant of the Nahua people and the Ulishi people. He is also the descendant chosen by the sun god! He has innate authority and divinity.
, to rule all the people in the lake. During this period, the sun god was also upgraded from the god of the south-migrating ethnic group to the protector god of all the people in the lake!"
Hearing this, Xiuluo nodded and commented affirmatively.
"Similar to the alliance. The main god was promoted and the former king was deified... This is a sign of the unity of the kingdom's will."
"Your Majesty is wise!"
Hearing this, Jatiri's wrinkles trembled and he smiled deeply, with all the time in his smile.
He then pointed to the third group of paintings. Above the painting is a striking sun, shining on the towering pyramids on the ground. And a king with a condor helmet is in the center of the painting. He connects the sun and the pyramids, like heaven and earth.
, the bridge between God and man, the Kingdom of God and the mortal world!
"The third painting was painted by the third generation of ancestors. It describes the scene of the new king ascending to the top of the pyramid to offer sacrifices to the gods when he ascended the throne. During this period, after the efforts of the second generation of ancestors, the condor
The family has gained divinity in the hearts of the people. The Lake Patzcuaro area has become the mythical source that maintains the movement of the world; and the pyramid of Qincongcan City is the true center of the universe!
The king's power is granted and guaranteed by the gods. The king's power is destined to be passed down in the royal bloodline of the gods and passed down through sacred rituals. Through the sacrificial rituals of the pyramid, each king will establish a sacred relationship with the gods that exceeds people's understanding.
connect!"
"Sacrifice to heaven and earth, God grants kingship."
Shulot muttered to himself, and many scenes in his memory flashed before his eyes. After a while, the young king first nodded, and then sighed softly.
He looked at the last vast picture. The picture still showed the King of the Condor. The King had been promoted and transformed into the God-King of the ethnic group. He stood between the heaven and the earth, emitting light like a god. His feet were spread apart, and a
One foot stands on land and the other foot stands on water. Surrounding the God King are countless people prostrate in worship. And at the bottom of the picture, there are a series of mysterious graphic inscriptions engraved, like the conclusion of a mythological epic.
"Chief, is this the epic of the gods?"
The young king traced the inscription with his finger and looked at the knowledgeable elder in front of him.
Jatiri nodded. He cleared his throat and recited the last kingdom epic in an ancient and distant accent.
"The sun shines on the heaven and earth, and the ancestors rule the four directions! Praise you, Talia Kuri, you are the descendant of the sun, you are the incarnation of the condor, you are destined to rule the sky, the earth and the lakes!
People from all over the world, we worship the divine kingdom of our ancestors at the same time. One of His feet stands on the land and one foot stands on the water. He has the supreme power and uses his divine hands to create a new world.
Repecha people...
And we are the descendants of the God King! We are the sacred Prepecha people and will become a great ethnic group! We breed and grow, reproduce and die in the land of the lake... And the great Tarasco
The kingdom will continue for generations to come and stand erect for thousands of years under the rule of the supreme condor royal family!..."
The deep chanting echoed in the vicissitudes of the stone palace, as if it had some strange magic power, arousing the king's mood. It wiped away the dust of history, opened the sealed memories, and re-sung the lost epic and turned it into a song.
There was no sound. And the setting sun on the horizon finally disappeared completely into the earth, leaving only the deep darkness and the candlelight in the stone hall.
The candlelight flickered, leaving behind an elongated figure. Shulot stared at the inheritance slate that could no longer be distinguished in the shadow. At this moment, his thoughts were ups and downs, and he was lost in thought for a long time.
From these silent stone slabs, he heard the myths of the four eras converged into a unified story; he witnessed the collapse of the old kingdom and the rise of the new kingdom; he thought about the intermarriage of the fused ethnic groups and looked forward to it.
With the enfeoffment of the world in mind...
In the new feudal state, it is necessary to reconstruct the three-level structure and deal with different classes; it is necessary to strengthen the centralization of power, and to control the wealth of the feudal state; it is also necessary to give birth to a completely new god in a long period of time.
, evolving a belief that continues to strengthen!
Countless sparks of thought flickered in the king's heart, and then converged into a blazing flame in his chest. There was silence in the stone palace, and everyone was waiting quietly, like a picture frozen in history. Until a gentle smile appeared on the king's face.
, only then did time flow in the hall again.
"Listening to the sage telling the epic today really benefited me a lot and saved me ten years of hard work."
Shulot smiled and held Jatiri's hands.
"Chief, you are my wings to fly in the sky. The future governance of the kingdom cannot be separated from wise men like you; the new government of the feudal country also needs more good birds that are good at flying. If you know any wise men
, please don’t be stingy and definitely recommend them to me! I will select and appoint talents based on their character and talents, regardless of ethnicity or proximity!”
Hearing this, joy flashed across the face of the knowledgeable elder. He bowed his head solemnly and repeated what he had said before.
"Your Majesty, the turtles, fish and waterfowl in the land of the lake are all willing to serve the true eagle!"
Hearing this, Shulot laughed loudly and nodded with satisfaction. He looked around, and finally took a look around the wide stone chamber, and was about to leave. Suddenly, in the corner of the stone chamber, a black-gray short knife flashed with cold light, reflecting
Enter the eyes of the king.
"A black and gray dagger?"
The young king was startled. He walked a few steps, picked up the short knife, and examined it carefully. Then, he reached out and touched the smooth edge that was still sharp, feeling the unique hard touch of metal, but it was not the common obsidian material.
"Dark gray metal...this is...an iron knife!"
Surprise appeared on Shulot's face. He looked at Jatiri beside him and asked urgently.
"Chief, where does this weapon come from?"
The knowledgeable elder glanced at the special-shaped dagger and smiled knowingly.
"Your Majesty, this is an ancient weapon captured by the Kingdom many years ago when it conquered the Tekos tribe in the southwestern Colima state. There are several similar daggers, all stored in a nearby trophy cabin. These weapons are very sharp, but slightly less powerful.
Compared with the sharp pieces of obsidian, it is far superior in toughness and wear resistance, even stronger than the latest bronze!
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! The royal family once sent people to carefully search for the black-gray metal that can forge such a short sword in the complex Colima Mountains, but found nothing.
In the end, we can only classify them as weapons given by the gods as the elders of the Tekos tribe said. The Condor Royal Family claims to be descendants of the gods, so they also chose the strongest short sword and put it in this inherited stone temple."
"The Colima Mountains...well, that's what it is."
Xiuluo nodded, feeling a little disappointed. He recalled the experience Ezpan once told, and he sighed quietly. Then, the young king looked solemn. He pondered for a while and looked at the most trusted warrior captain.
"Bertard, has copper mining resumed in the south? What is the current situation of the craftsman camp? What is the output of longbows? Has the production of the bronze farming tools I ordered started? And the small bronze cannon I mentioned in particular, the latest
How is the progress?"
"Your Highness, I have summoned thousands of miners and initially resumed copper mining in the south. The priests have settled in the craftsman camp and taught the craftsmen. More than two thousand craftsmen have all been organized and have begun to assume their previous functions.
If there is sufficient wood, the production of longbows can be maintained at more than a hundred per day. The losses of the Longbow Corps have been replenished...
Expensive bronze agricultural tools are not difficult to make, and have been trial-produced. However, although bronze agricultural tools can facilitate farming, the cost is too high. Their output is limited by the copper mined in the southern part of the feudal country, and more need to be imported from the southern alliance.
Plenty of tin ore. As for the copper cannon you requested..."
At this point, Bertard hesitated. He thought for a moment and replied cautiously.
"The craftsmen have just made a trial production, but they encountered some problems and cannot be used yet... Please go and check it in person."
After hearing this, Xiulote thought for a moment and solemnly gave the order.
"Okay! You go down and get ready. August will be almost over when I finish the government affairs in hand. The time is set in September before the autumn harvest. I will take the trained guards and inspect the craftsman camp first.
