Chapter 93 Questions and Answers and Destiny Part 1
After a brief disturbance, Avitt and Shulot disappeared into the hall. The warriors continued to return to their sculptures. Kechar stood with his hands bowed, smiling as usual, thinking quickly. Ugel was nervous and respectful, with a surprised look on his face.
Puzzled.
The elder still lowered his eyes, as if he was sleeping and waking up, not knowing where his thoughts were drifting. The hall fell silent again.
The breeze blew the curtains of the gods in the palace. The sound of the wind turned into the self-talk of the saints in the world. But no one could hear clearly the sacred whisper in the breeze. So, the incomprehensible whisper became the fate of mortals.
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After a long time, the elder opened his eyes and found that there was no wave in the ancient well.
"Kechar, what do you think a priest is?"
Kechar's eyes narrowed. He can grasp the thoughts of most people and easily influence their emotions, but it is always difficult to grasp the elders. Like the animals on the ground, due to the limited field of vision, they can never clearly see the sky above their heads. And the sky itself
, and there is no emotion that can be used.
"Dear elder." Kechar pondered slightly, "Priests are God's listeners. They listen to God's will, use rituals and thoughts to maintain God's kingdom and control God's people."
"But God's will is difficult to hear clearly. If you want to grasp it accurately, the priests can only rely on the truly great saint and obey the immortal sun, that is you!"
As for what will happen to the priests after the sun sets, or the saint no longer exists? Kechar did not mention it, and the elders did not need to ask.
After hearing what Kechar said, the elder couldn't comment. He didn't comment and just looked at Ugel.
"Ugel, what do you think a priest is?"
Hearing this, sweat oozed from Wugel's forehead. He replied carefully.
"Dear elder, my opinion is similar to that of the chief priest."
"Well. Ugel, what do you think a king is?"
Ugel's body trembled. He lowered his head nervously, and sweat flowed from his forehead across his cheeks, straight to his neck, and wet his loose clothes.
"Dear elder, from my humble understanding, the king is the most noble bloodline and the leader of all nobles. With the assistance of the priests, he is responsible for important matters of the alliance."
"Ugel, I am in charge of the priests now. If my opinion is different from that of the king, who will you listen to?"
The elder asked calmly.
"Of course I listen to you, elder." Wugel did not hesitate. He had simulated this test countless times in his mind, but it was only the first time he used it today.
"Well. What if I'm gone? Who will you listen to?" The elder's voice remained calm.
Wugel was inexplicably horrified. He knelt down on the ground with a plop, sweating like rain.
"This, this, this... I only follow my elders in everything I do, and I would never dare to think like this!"
The elder shook his head and did not let Ugel get up. He just looked at Kechar.
"Kechar, what do you think?"
"The king is the executor of the will of the gods. He uses law and force to manage the human kingdom for the gods and provide the sacrifices required by the gods. Between the king and you, you are naturally the greatest."
Kechar suppressed his smile and answered seriously without hesitation.
"What if I'm gone?" The old man looked at Kechar.
Hearing this, Kechar saluted respectfully and calmly faced the elder's gaze. He thought carefully and found that the elder has always been selfless in state affairs. So, he raised his head, looked at the elder, and replied calmly.
"Then it depends on whether the king is a wise man. The king who can implement the laws of the elders is the successor of the wise man, and can also become the leader of the priests. If the king is not wise, he needs the advice and teaching of the priests. And the priests themselves,
We must learn and master the will of the sages of previous generations, learn to use the gods rationally, and lead the alliance on the journey."
Kechar is confident and determined. After decades of study, he understands the elder's religious reform, understands the elder's governing philosophy, and is familiar with the elder's political skills. He considers himself the best successor.
The elder finally nodded and expressed his approval to the chief priest.
"Kechar, what do you think the future of the alliance will be like?" The elder asked about the school examination.
"The future of the alliance is the ever-strengthening divine power, ever-expanding territory, and ever-increasing number of city-states. The patron saint will become the main god of the entire world, and all city-states will obey him! Your will will be implemented in the world."
Kechar answered respectfully and passionately. He observed the elder's expression with his peripheral vision and found a smile of satisfaction, which made him feel at ease.
"Okay." The elder affirmed for the first time. "Ugel, what do you think?"
"Elder...I, my thoughts are the same as those of the chief priest." Ugel continued to kneel on the ground, nodding tremblingly. After only a moment of questioning, his clothes were already soaked.
"Ugel, get up. You still have time to study."
After saying this, the elder ignored Ugel who stood up tremblingly. He looked at Kechar again and asked calmly.
"Kechar, what do you think of the words the child said?"
An alarm bell suddenly sounded in Kechar's heart. He thought carefully and guessed the elder's thoughts. Then he smiled calmly and gave a cautious and short answer.
"If it is true as he said, it will certainly be a good thing for the alliance! However, this kind of writing is best left in the hands of priests and the royal family, and taught cautiously."
The elder nodded slightly. He no longer asked questions, but pondered again. The only sound in the hall was the sound of the wind blowing the curtains, stretching the gods that changed shapes. Until a burst of noise came from under the palace.
The elder looked out the window and vaguely saw the noisy warriors. His expression remained unchanged. After a while, a senior warrior came in a hurry.
"Dear elder, the Avitt family warriors have not seen him come out for a long time, and now they are making a noise at the instigation of several personal guards officers."
The elder nodded slightly. He stood up and walked slowly and steadily until he walked to the completely open balcony. His figure was bathed in the midday sun, shining as brightly as the sun.
The sculptural warrior captain followed closely behind. He took out a horn from the far north, which came from some kind of huge galloping beast. Then he blew it hard, and the rich horn sound resounded throughout the world.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! The two thousand family warriors under the palace heard the horn, raised their heads, and saw the white-haired old man who was like a god.
"It is the great Sivakwatl! Chief minister of fifty years! Our elder!"
The older nobles looked at each other, and then knelt down to salute without hesitation. This great figure accompanied them throughout their childhood, youth, youth, adulthood, and even old age, guiding every major event in the alliance. He has long become
A deified symbol became a symbol of omnipotent authority and was deeply engraved in the hearts of the Mexica people.
The big nobles knelt down first to salute, followed by the small nobles who had inheritance. The inheritance told them the greatness and majesty of their elders, and also told them the price of blood for disobeying their elders.
"It's the immortal sun! The sun still illuminates us!"
Then the older warriors reacted and immediately knelt down. This is the great elder they have obeyed since childhood, the sacred person in the world, who leads every great cause of alliance expansion.
The last ones to kneel were the young warriors. They had only seen the elder once during Montezuma's death ceremony twelve years ago. He was the sacred figure above the king, the mythical hero that everyone had revered since childhood.
Two thousand warriors knelt down and surrendered one after another, and the palace was full of praises. Only the young Stanley and the vicissitudes of Bertard were left. Stanley looked angry, and under the pull of the surrounding warriors, he knelt down unwillingly. Bertard
He let out a long sigh and knelt down silently.
The elder nodded slightly. "Tell them that the king will fast for a week and prepare to ascend the throne."
Kechar bowed his head and obeyed, and then announced loudly.
"Loyal warriors, your highness Avit will officially inherit the throne in a week. In order to dedicate his loyalty to the supreme patron saint Huitzilopochtli, he will fast for a week in the chief palace in exchange for the Lord God's love for Mexico.
Canada’s blessing!
Warriors, I commend you for your loyalty. You are also loved by the God of War, and you will surely be blessed by the God of War! Now, disperse, return to your families, and pray for the great new king!"
Two thousand family warriors cheered. They bowed their heads and knelt down, saluted the elder, and then dispersed under the leadership of the nobles. Akapu was also very excited, he finally saw the elder!
Bertard sighed again, grabbed the young priest, and hurried out of the city. Now, he could not believe anyone, except the high priest of Teotihuacan.
Looking at the dispersed crowd, the elder's eyes were calm. He turned back to the stone seat and gave the instructions without emotion.
"Kechar, go down and prepare for Avitt's enthronement ceremony in a week's time."
Kechar bowed his head respectfully and saluted. Then, he hesitated again and again, but his scruples about Shulot still got the upper hand. So he knelt down and paid homage.
"Follow your will, respected elder! Please allow me to ask, that child..."
The elder's gaze swept across, and Kechar immediately fell silent. He just prostrated his head on the ground and saluted without saying a word.
The elder was silent for a moment before speaking calmly.
"Little Shuter sent a messenger. I'm here to see the child off. This week, I'm going to ask him about the text. You just need to do the ceremony well, and you will get the reward you deserve. You go down."
Finally, the elder spoke with profound meaning.
"It's time for the two major priesthoods of the alliance to unite again."
Kechar was overjoyed. Once Shulot died, he would no longer have any worries. And when the two priesthoods reunited, the chief priesthood at the center of power in the capital would control the supreme divine power. There is no doubt that
, he will also be at the top of authority!
So Kechar put on a respectful smile, lowered his head and saluted to express his thanks. Ugel also trembled and saluted to say goodbye.
The two of them fell out of the hall and walked silently for a long time. Only then did Kechar sigh quietly.
Wugel wiped the sweat from his head and looked at Kechar with envy: "Old guy, you can speak well. You can still be reasonable and well-founded in front of the elders. You don't even look for a chance to remind me!"
Kechar glanced at Ugel lightly and chuckled: "Ugel, the elder said that you still have time to study. I just don't know what you can learn as a rotten wood that cannot be carved!"
The pressure of this Q&A was so great that Kechar couldn't help but make a few sarcastic remarks to vent his emotions.
Wugel's face turned red and he wanted to say something, but he didn't speak after all. A breeze blew by, taking away the sweat and heat, and he felt a chill all over. Yes, what can he learn?
Kechar sighed deeply in his heart: "Dear elder, at your age, you should go to the kingdom of God safely instead of clinging to power and worrying about trivial matters in the world. If it is not yours
Pharmacy is much better than mine, you have no way of guessing your thoughts, and your feelings are flawless... Your loyal servant has given you a ride a long time ago!"
He shook his head, put aside unnecessary thoughts, and strode away. He wanted to hold the new king's enthronement ceremony.
The wind was still blowing, and the curtains on the palace were still chanting in a low voice, but the figure of the elder was missing.