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Chapter 33 The Lost Priest

Ali hid deep enough.

We have sold all the way before, and those faces of loyalty or greed for petty gain are telling us to relax our vigilance and wait for me here together.

Now I don't worry about my life at all.If Ali really wanted to kill me, I had plenty of opportunities when I was with Lao Zhang and Ah Tian, ​​and there was no need to go to these big fairies to seek bad luck.

The only possibility is that Ali and others initially aimed at 279 or the United Nations.I'm just unlucky, and it's easier to start with an order.

This group of people also understood that it is not appropriate to stay for a long time, and politely helped me out of the scope of the funeral temple.

Along the way, these people tried not to make a sound, but they could still hear footsteps.In addition to Ali and the person standing behind me "holding" me, there is another person.These people didn't even blindfold me.I don't know if it's because of convenience, I pay attention to the safety of my feet, or I don't think it's necessary at all.

Probably because he was afraid of my yelling, the person covering my mouth never let go, and stuck behind me in an awkward posture.

From this distance I could see the man's sleeve.It's not the abaya I usually see on construction sites, it looks like normal clothes.There is still no moonlight, and although I can't see the decorations on the sleeves clearly in the dark night, I can still see some things.

It was obviously a girl's arm.

I've never had a sense of crisis.After knowing that Ali would not kill me easily, the thought that popped up at the moment turned out to be "this pose really tests the muscles".

Sure enough, after a while, I could feel the trembling of this girl.Then the person holding me was replaced.

I sneered, and thought that this group of people is quite good at taking care of the little girl.

Taking my sneer as fear, Ali turned his head from the front and whispered, "Yu, don't worry, we won't hurt you."

I want to scold you for being a jerk.

But now this buddy is covering her up much tighter than that girl just now.But his posture is also very difficult to hold.On the one hand, they have to follow me and not let me make a sound, and on the other hand, they must not get too close to avoid breaking the rules set by the ancestors.

When people are tense, they feel that time passes quickly.

Even if I changed my mind from Ali to 279, it still couldn't change that I was being carried away by a group of dangerous elements.I reckoned that it took about 7 minutes to walk, but in fact it may have only been six or seven minutes. Ali slipped into a gap in a stone wall at the end of the path.

I stopped there.

The old man who contributed his sleeve awkwardly pointed forward with his free hand, motioning for me to follow in.I waved my two free hands, signaling that I would not go.

As if I realized that my hands can express my will at this moment, the movements of this old man and the girl just now froze.

Seeing no one followed for a long time, Ali got out from the crack of the rock again.

"Yu, come in with me." He is not as good-tempered now as he was at the beginning, and he is a little gangster-like.

But I was determined not to go there.

Just kidding, this is the Valley of the Kings.Is there something in the mountain that I don't know yet?If this goes in, they can open a coffin and confess to me without digging a hole.Kill me here if you have the ability.Otherwise, it's dead anyway, and I can't go into the grave by myself.

I convey this message very seriously with my eyes.

It's a pity that the light is really bad, and Ali didn't receive it.But the elder brother next to me understood it.He talked to Ali in Arabic so low and so fast that I couldn't make out.Then Ali stomped his feet and said to me softly: "Yu, you can go in with me. It's not a dragon's den or a tiger's lair, it's just an abandoned small temple. We can't hurt you. We invited you here just to let Those people will come here to find us soon. If we don’t hurry up now, we won’t be able to catch up. Don’t you want to see the sky that only happens once in 60 years?”

Hearing what Ali said, I know that if the stalemate continues, I won't be able to please.

If these Arabs also came for that celestial phenomenon, they might also be some desperadoes.If I really delay their plans, I'm afraid I have to go first.

One of the few advantages of me is that I don't suffer from immediate losses.

So he snorted, and ran to the mountain crevice with his neck held high.The fly in the ointment is that the cold snort was muffled by the sleeve, and I lost some momentum, and when I got to the crack in the stone, I still had to lower my head to get through.

If this place hadn't been brought here by someone, I would have really discovered it.

The more I go in, the more uncertain I get. I don't know if the 279 gang can find me in time.I don't know if these people will come to me between the 60-year celestial phenomenon and me.

On the way, I thought about it, maybe Lou Shiqi would send it here for free because of his friendship with the workers this month.As for the others.To be honest, no matter whether it is 279 or Arno, these people's enthusiasm for the unfounded celestial phenomenon that Sir Black said made me hardly expect it.

This road is getting darker and darker.From the moment I entered this mountain, no one covered me anymore, and it was not necessary to think about it.Even if I come to Qunying Heroes, no one can applaud me.

When he reached the open place, Ali melted in like a mudfish.I chased him two steps forward but failed to catch him.Looking back, I couldn't find the two people just now.

It was dark as far as the eye could see.

I didn't dare to touch around, for fear of bumping into something strange.Just when I stayed where I was and didn't dare to move easily, there was the sound of cloth rubbing not far away.I asked cautiously, "Ali?"

Ali's voice came from not far away, but at the same time I felt someone approaching from behind.

I turned around sharply.

The fire was lit just at that moment.

A little Arab guy was facing me with his arms outstretched.

"Fuck!" I cursed subconsciously.

Seeing me suddenly growl, the little brother was obviously taken aback, his mouth was slightly opened, showing a mouthful of small white teeth.The large, dodgy brown eyes in deep sockets blinked rapidly, and the eyelashes cast trembling shadows in the firelight.

My heart skipped a beat.

"Damn now I can even see the face, will I be killed here?"

It may be that my expression was too frightened, and that person was a little overwhelmed.He held back for a long time and said, "Hello, my name is Hassan. We met at the construction site."

I looked into his shy brown eyes and remembered that a guy with really long eyelashes had passed me the brush.

But you can't count on sanity online at this time.All I can think about now is "Will it be harder to live if I know his name?"

After staring at each other nervously for a while, Hassan couldn't hold it anymore, and called Ali in a low voice.Ali emerged from behind him.I gave the grandson a hard look.

By the light of the fire that gradually lit up, it was found that it was indeed a temple as Ali said.And it should be a temple of Osiris.

I can recognize it at a glance because the pharaohs of the Twelfth Dynasty used their imagination to build an empty tomb or a temple for Osiris, and the current shape of this temple is similar to that of the one in [Jerusalem-Abydos, Egypt] 】The empty tomb of Osiris is very similar.

Surprisingly, the air here is better than when walking in the mountains.Although it is still a bit stuffy, at least it is not dirty.It is estimated that there is a secret door leading to the outside.

The space of this Temple of Osiris does not seem large, but unexpectedly it takes a little effort to see the whole picture.The four walls of the temple are painted with bright murals, not to mention the content, at least the degree of preservation is so good that Egyptologists will be weak when they come in.

The light of the fire danced with the slight wind, making the journey of Osiris in the underworld and his resurrection ceremony in the mural sway, as if alive.

I looked around the four walls.

The god of rebirth in the mural finally walked to the top of the altar and offered a plate of sesame candies to a puzzling god.The left eye of His son Horus watched silently from above the ceremony.

Seeing this abstract god again, I secretly feel bad.

The ancient Egyptians were generally more straightforward, simply and rudely drawing the head of the god whatever they believed in, and even had a dung beetle god.

So when I saw this Chaos Idol, I wondered: Could it be that they have seen a mass of elements?Or is this another product of a brain hole?Or, the image of this god is too bizarre or sacred, so that the ancient Egyptians dare not paint it as it is?

But no matter what it is, there must be a reason.However, this is what confuses me.Was there really such an indescribable god who appeared in ancient Egypt and was so important that Thutmose III wanted to engrave him on murals again and again?
I didn't have time to think about why I felt that this temple was also created by Thutmose III, so I subconsciously walked towards the empty altar.

The statue of the god that was originally placed here disappeared without any accident, and everything was the same as the Temple of Horus seen underground at the archaeological team's construction site.I looked inside the pedestal where the idol was originally placed, and it was written in hieroglyphs as expected: [Sacrifice of Your Blood].

It's all just too weird.The similarities are so coincidental that it sends chills down the spine.

Ali stood quietly under the altar, and I could feel his gaze.

The Arab Hassan who had been undercover at the archaeological site, who had just startled me, threw himself into his work non-stop after making sure that Ali was watching me.

Only then did I forcefully suppress my surprise and focus on the living people in this space.

In addition to me, Ali, and Hassan the Infernal Affairs, there were the girl who approached me from behind and five other Arabs.

When I came in just now, I didn't feel that there were so many people in this small place.Either I was too nervous to spot them in time, or they just came in.

Since this temple actually only has a few stone pillars except for the murals, the whole space is even a bit empty by the nine of us.

There are two symmetrical hidden doors on the wall opposite the altar.We just walked in through one of the doors, and maybe the other five people came in the same way.

Since I didn't hear the door open, it's likely that the door has been well maintained, or has some fancy design that's still looking like new for thousands of years.

But if I just came in through one of the doors, what is the other door for?
Many temples have underground secret rooms, so there is no need to make a fuss about this.Unlike the fake doors that only exist in tombs, these secret rooms are often connected to other places through real doors.

Thinking of this, I walked down the altar, stopped in front of Ali and asked him, "Where do those two doors lead?" Ali didn't answer me, but just asked me to look up.

I looked up and saw the signs of the zodiac engraved on the ceiling.Different from the common zodiac signs in the Greek period, this one is completely the version of the Temple of Horus under our construction site.

The abnormal moon phase hangs above my head, coupled with the complex and mysterious starry sky around, I feel that I can't stand it after watching it for a while.

Suddenly there was a drumbeat.

I followed the drumbeat and watched.

Just a fucking Anubis playing drums by the altar? !
When my eyes were about to pop out, several white robes wearing ancient Egyptian priestly costumes walked towards the altar with the sound of drums.

The leader is a girl.Hassan and another similarly dressed man walked behind the girl.Just now I was busy changing clothes.

Behind Hassan and the others were people dressed similarly, but wearing the heads of Thoth and Horus.I subconsciously looked at Anubis again, and found that he was indeed wearing the clothes of an ancient Egyptian priest.

At this moment, I have recovered a little bit of reason from the initial shock. I remembered that in ancient Egypt, there were indeed priests who wore the headgear of the gods and dressed up as gods to perform rituals.

But the sound of the drum came so suddenly that I, who was already restless, almost thought I had bumped into Anubis just now, so I narrowly avoided meeting Max.

While I gritted my teeth with hatred, I looked at those Egyptians behaving strangely at the same time.

Except for Ali, who was serving as my prison boss, the remaining seven people were all dressed in the clothes of ancient Egyptian priests in the New Kingdom.Even that girl is no exception.Among these were Anubis, Thoth, and Horus.The strange thing is that Osiris, the protagonist of this temple or tomb, is not there, and the god with the chaotic head is not played by anyone.

But that's not the point.

Amid the increasingly dense drumbeats, these priest-like people took a stance.The more I look at it, the more I feel that I have seen this battle before.After looking at it for a while, I realized: these people are going to copy the resurrection ceremony of Osiris in the mural.

This time my eyeballs were really about to fall out, and I subconsciously interrupted them.Who knows what kind of things this group of people can come up with.But as soon as I moved, I was grabbed by Ali.

I glared at Ali.He let go of his hand, but he still stood in front of me, making it clear that he would not let me pass.

"What the hell is going on here?" I growled at him.

Although I am alone in this situation, I should endure as much as I can, and everything is to save the dog's life.And I'm not at all convinced that any ancient Egyptian ritual could make waves.But that's also going a little too far.

Seeing my tough attitude, Ali looked at the ceremony and said, "These are the people left by the gods in this land."

I think that sounds familiar too.Looking into the group of priests, sure enough, one of the people without a mask looked familiar.Isn't that the fucking Arab named Socrates who told me and Ah Tian Lao Zhang in the Kongsu Temple: "The gods never left Thebes"?
It turns out that these people have infiltrated around us a long time ago.

Ali pretended to accompany Ah Tian and Lao Zhang, that little white tooth Hassan was lurking on our construction site, and there was a caregiver who gave us spiritual hints and wore the name of an ancient Greek philosopher.Really good means.It is estimated that all our discussions about the excavation arrangements for the Temple of Horus were also heard.

Only then did I understand why Ali pointed out the replica of the Rosetta Stone in a sarcastic tone in the Cairo Museum, and dismissed those Westerners in the Valley of the Kings.

It turns out that there are still people who care about this civilization that I thought had been broken long ago.

Now I believe Ali's statement that he himself is wanted is probably true.

But I didn't feel any awe, I was full of worries about "they will sacrifice my blood if the ceremony is really restored" and the inexplicable anger of being dragged into the water by these lunatics.

Religion can drive people crazy.

I was irritated by their show operation, and I expressed my emotions in two states, and asked Ali with a smile: "Then what do I need to do now?"

Ali looked at me unexpectedly.

At this time the Arab performance has begun.So he shrugged and said bluntly, "You need to bring them here."

"Bring them here?"

"Your companions," Ali said matter-of-factly.

I laughed dryly.

Just when Ali said sternly that he would use me as a bait, the Egyptian mythology that was used to scare Lao Zhang suddenly appeared.For a moment I thought they were going to use me to lure Kongsu to eat people.

In fact, I don't think they need to arrest me at all.Just hit the drums directly and they'll always want to come and see when they hear the sound 279.

Ali had been watching the ceremony.

Although I don't think this kind of nagging thing can really make a name for itself, I am still a little flustered.I asked Ali again who they were.

Ali now answers all questions, saying that these are the descendants of the priests.

But it's the same as saying nothing.Where does this follow.Our archaeological team could not dig up these individuals from the grave.

I asked Ali again why he didn't also go to dance the Great God.

Ali shook his head: "That's not my fate".

I said to myself, this is not my fucking destiny.But I suppressed the fire and continued to ask, "Then why are you here?"

Ali was silent.He hadn't looked away from the ceremony when he'd just spoken to me.I found that what he was watching was not the ceremony itself, but one of the "priests" who was obviously of high status, as if he wanted to replace him with his body.

That's the girl who got involved with cheating on me with Ali and Hassan.

She is stunningly beautiful.Amber's eyes, honey-colored face, thick black curly hair, wearing an emerald in her hair, like a priest walking down from a mural.

I started to observe.She doesn't look like the singing and dancing priestess vmoyt that is often seen on murals, but a prophet-like existence.That Hassan also has similar attributes.The other ones without masks were obviously priests of a lower rank than the two of them.

But this still can't piece together the big scene of ancient Egyptian sacrifices.And what are they going to take as a sacrifice?

Before the New Kingdom of Ancient Egypt, there were no professional priests, and most of them were served by members of the royal family.After arriving in the New Kingdom, there were full-time priests.The way I see it, that girl and Hassan are probably the "First Prophet" or something.

The status of this kind of priest is so high that it can redistribute the sacrifices in the temple if it is small, and it can even influence the abolition of the royal family if it is large.

Thutmose III returned to the position of pharaoh with the support of the priest of Amon.In "The Chronicle of Thutmose III", Thutmose III stated that his purpose of recording all the battles was to show that his victories were brought by Amon, and he donated money to the Temple of Amon. Lots of loot and land.It can be seen how great the influence and power of the priests were during the New Kingdom.And as the highest-ranking priest among them, the energy he possessed was self-evident.

However, it is now more than 3000 years later, and ancient Egypt has long since perished.Even if there are remnants of descendants of priests who still believe in the gods, what can they do in this world?
Ali watched the sacrifice taking place.

“I said I’ve seen things that lead me to believe in prehistoric civilizations. I’m not lying.”

He was still staring at the girl intently.

I asked Ali, "So you're doing it for that girl?"

Ali didn't admit or deny it, just said: "Her name is Leila".

Leila.It's a girl whose name is night.

There is no starry sky under the ground, but Ali watched his night with a good look.

The ceremony didn't last long, and the Arab priests finally posed around the altar.With Laila standing in the middle, Hassan and the others lined up one by one.That Anubis stood at the foot of the stone steps in front of the altar, with the big drum in front of him.

Ali motioned for me to follow him.At this time, I had no choice but to walk up to the altar together.Standing behind these Arabs in the costumes of ancient Egyptian priests.

The drumming continued.

In the silent mountain, the sound of drums became gloomy.

Standing behind the altar without the statue, I only felt a gust of wind coming from behind.

Looking back quietly, it turns out that on the wall behind which Osiris, the Nameless God and the Eye of Horus are painted, there is a door slightly opened.

Just then, the drumming stopped abruptly.

Then I heard the sound of a heavy stone door opening.

(End of this chapter)