Chapter 635: The Second Kingdom Exploration, Mayas Myth of the Three Realms, and the Prelude to Destiny
Puap left, and he left in a hurry. Because he received the divine revelation of destiny, an extremely precious divine revelation. This divine revelation only had one sentence, and it was obtained with a whole bag of gems.
"...Mayan god descendants, the blood of the Serpent God can relieve the curse of the condor!"
Puap kept this divine revelation firmly in mind. His eyes were full of murderous intent, and his hand was pressed on the copper axe. He was full of murderous intent and rushed to find the Mayan merchant Tikalo. Among the entire expedition fleet, there was only one with a bald head.
Mayan merchants know the details of the Mayan city-state and where the descendant of the Serpent God is!
However, just after Puap left this busy place, Tikalo walked slowly and wandered here. Beside him, he was closely followed by Chihuaco, an old militiaman, and two people holding small statues.
of tow oil bottle.
The old witch doctor still spread out the white cloth, hugged the mysterious pottery plate, and sat cross-legged leisurely. But the eye-catching bag of gems was missing, and he didn't know where he put it. He squinted his eyes and glanced at the Mayan merchant in front of him,
He looked carefully at Chihuaco in militia uniform and the two teenagers behind him.
The old witch doctor was silent. After a moment, he cleared his throat and sang leisurely.
"I saw a turtle swimming in the horizon. His forehead was bare and he couldn't find his way home... I saw a native dog running in the forest. He looked old and didn't know where his home was!...
The prelude to fate, they all go to the east and suffer in the endless storm!..."
"Um?"
Hearing the old witch doctor's singing, Chihuaco and Tikalo turned around at the same time and looked at the mysterious old man wearing a feather coat and holding a pottery plate. Chihuaco looked at the old witch doctor, touched his chin, and said nothing.
Carlo glanced at the old militiaman, then stepped forward with a smile and asked.
"Old witch doctor, your ballad seems to have a meaning... Can you tell me a little bit about it?"
The old witch doctor smiled, touched the mysterious pottery plate in his arms, and shook his head with a smile.
"The gods have spirits and know the fate of mortals. Use my mouth to sing the song of meeting! However, meeting is also an arrangement of fate. Can mortals understand the unpredictable fate? It all depends on you and yourself.
I have nothing to do with it!"
"Well... the gods have spirits, and their fate is destined and unpredictable. What you said is not unreasonable."
Tikalo nodded. His eyes soon fell on the mysterious pottery plate in the arms of the old witch doctor. After just one glance, the Mayan merchant's eyes suddenly shrank. He turned his head and glanced
The old militiaman who had always paid attention to him smiled and said to the old witch doctor.
"Old priest, can you lend me the sacred object in your hand, the precious heritage sacrificial plate?"
"Oh, do you know this heritage offering plate?"
The old witch doctor raised the corners of his mouth and smiled.
"But, the divine thing said not to borrow it! She doesn't know you."
The old militiaman watched for a moment, carefully looked at the "sacred object" pottery plate, and asked doubtfully.
"Ti Carlo, there is such a big tree painted on this pottery plate... What does it mean?"
"Oh, Captain Qi, this is an extremely ancient divine picture. It is consistent with the myth of our corn people and shows the origin and reality of the world!"
Mayan businessman Tikalo stretched out his hand, touched the god's bald head, and explained with a smile.
"Look, this sacred disk is divided into three parts: upper, middle and lower. The upper part is the blue of the sky, with the sun, moon, stars, and various gods painted on it. That is the sky where the sun and stars are, and the upper world where the gods are.
!The will of the gods circulates in the upper world, using the sun, moon and stars to convey their oracles. And believers belonging to different gods will go to the upper world after dying in a sacred way, which is what the alliance calls
Kingdom of God.”
"The myth of the Mayans? In the upper world, there are the sun, moon, stars, and the kingdom of gods..."
Hearing this, Chihuaco was thoughtful. However, the simple old militiamen did not have much reaction to such a myth.
"Ahem! In the middle of the divine disk is the middle realm, which is the human world where we are. The human world is divided into four major areas, east, west, south, and twelve small areas. These represent different directions and different tribes in the world.
!The world is vast and infinite. What we know is only a small area...Priests in the human world built pyramid temples, eager to communicate with the gods in the upper world. However, the one who truly connects the upper, middle and lower worlds is
This is an extremely tall Kapok tree!"
As he spoke, Ticaro stretched out his finger and pointed at the center of the pottery plate. The huge sacred tree had details that were difficult to see clearly, attracting Chihuaco's attention.
"This is the one... that connects the three realms, the kapok sacred tree?"
"Yes! The kapok tree goes up to the sky and down to the earth. Its spire reaches to the divine world, its trunk remains in the human world, and its roots reach directly to the abyss! The souls of the dead in the world will pass through the kapok tree according to the way of death.
, going to the upper and lower worlds. And above the treetops, there is a sacred bird, which accepts the prayers of mortals and the will of the gods..."
Tikalo smiled and narrated, Chihuaco nodded and listened, and the old witch doctor closed his eyes and said nothing. The expressions of the three people were very calm. Because in their hearts, they all had their own opinions and views on the world from a certain perspective.
Deep understanding. They will not be changed by others at will.
"Below the god's plate is the lower realm, which is also a terrible abyss. It is divided into nine levels, with nine kinds of terrible disasters, and two rivers flowing with death and rebirth. If there is no sacred way of death, there is no connection from the gods.
The mortal soul will go to the lower world. After experiencing the terrible ordeal, it will wash away everything and move from death to new life again!..."
Tikalo talked about the terrifying lower world, and even his words became faint. He looked at Chihuaco, who was calm, and spoke with a meaningful smile.
"Captain Qi, all deep water sources will flow to the lower world. If we die in a storm in the eastern sea, our souls will sink into the sea with our bodies and suffer miserably in the lower world!"
"That's it! It turns out that there are so many meanings drawn in one picture, it's really amazing!"
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! The old militiaman thought for a while and nodded in admiration. However, there was no fear of the lower world on his face, only a hint of yearning.
"Hey! If after death, you can go to the lower world and suffer some pain, and then you can live again, that would be great!"
"Well..."
Hearing this, Ti Carlo's expression froze, and the old witch doctor's expression also froze. After a while, Ti Carlo smiled bitterly and shook his head with some admiration.
"Captain Qi, you are really as open-minded as an old turtle!..."
"Tsk, tsk! Divine objects have spirits. Those who don't believe in them cannot see them."
On the other side, the old witch doctor shook his head. He hid the pottery plate in his hand in his large feather coat, never letting the two of them see it again.
"It seems that this fateful encounter ends here!"
"Ah! Stop it, old priest."
There was a hint of disappointment on the face of Mayan businessman Ti Carlo. He glanced at Chihuaco with some complaints and stepped forward and said.
"I believe this pottery plate is an ancient sacred object... I just wanted to ask you, how is the way forward?"
"I don't know, I don't know. The fate has already been determined. As long as the time comes, mortals will see it."
The old witch doctor hid the pottery plate and just shook his head. Ticaro was a little anxious and took out a pebble-sized lake gem from his arms and placed it on the white cloth of the old witch doctor.
"Dear old priest, this is a precious gem from the lake! It is of high quality and is better than all the gems produced by the Corn People's Tuturxiu city-state!"
"Oh? The gem in the lake is better than the one that built the city in Tutur?"
The old witch doctor smiled half-heartedly and repeated it again.
Tikalo glanced at the calm Chihuaco and said decisively.
"It's true!"
"Is this one better than all the gems in Tuturxiu?"
The old witch doctor raised his brows, emphasized the word "all", and asked again.
"It's true!"
"Ha! I don't want it!"
The old witch doctor laughed and waved his hand freely. He took out the pottery plate in his arms, shook it, attracted the old militiaman's attention, and said leisurely.
"Fate is not destined! If it is destined, even white sand can be exchanged for divine enlightenment. And if it is not destined, even if it is green gem, I cannot reveal a word."
Hearing this, Ti Carlo shrank. He took a few breaths and murmured.
"Even if it's sand? White sand?!..."
"Yes! Even white sand can bring divine enlightenment!"
"Huh! Dear old priest, I can pay other prices..."
Tikalo calmed down and took a long breath. He glanced at the old militiaman whose attention had shifted and said in a deep voice.
"Whether it's gold, silver, bronze, or obsidian... anything will work!"
"The fate has not been revealed, and there is nothing I can do about it!"
The old witch doctor shook his head and answered with a smile.
"Foreign merchant, let's go! The answer you are pursuing will soon appear in front of you. But this is your own destiny, and you have to control it yourself. Fate is always difficult and difficult to change easily!
Even if there are powerful foreign warriors to help..."
"..."
Tikalo lowered his eyes and was silent for a moment. Then, he lowered his head and sincerely saluted the old witch doctor in front of him.
The old witch doctor smiled and waved his hand. Then he put away the mysterious pottery plate, closed his eyes, and never said a word again.
Ti Carlo turned his head and met the concerned eyes of the old militiaman. He suddenly relaxed, smiled gently, and spoke leisurely.
"Captain Qi, let's go back to the ship!"
"Ah? Let's go now?"
The old militiaman opened his eyes wide and looked at the Mayan businessman who never left his sight, looking suspicious.
"Ha! It's you who strongly invited us to go ashore to look for divine objects in the market. Now, it's you who want to go back early... Tikalo, you cunning guy, what are you planning?"
"Hey! Captain Qi, what other ideas can I have?"
Tikalo smiled bitterly, sighed, and pointed to the pottery plate hidden in the old witch doctor's arms.
"We have all seen the divine objects, but we are destined to miss the divine objects... What a pity! In this case, it is better to return to the ship as soon as possible to have peace of mind!"
"Father?...Destiny?..."
Chihuaco pondered for a while, but couldn't think of a reason. He looked at Tikalo's calm expression again, then looked at the old witch doctor's closed eyes, and finally nodded.
"Okay then, let's leave now!"
The divine smoke drifted away and flew to the distant upper world. The fleet of people left and quickly disappeared on the edge of the market. But in this lush world, fame and wealth are still entangled, grudges are fighting, and there is no peace at all.
"Hey! The world is so miserable, who can completely let go of the past?"
The old witch doctor held the pottery plate, looked at Ti Carlo's disappearing back, and sighed leisurely. Then, he skillfully rolled up the white cloth, held the black and purple pottery plate, and carried the bag of gems, swinging
He walked into the crowd and suddenly disappeared.
