Aztec Eternals

The Alaska coast in July is the lush green of long grass, the pink of new branches of light trees, and the sea of ​​colorful summer flowers. Colorful birds are flying freely in the sky and distant mountains. Herds of deer and prairie dogs, large and small, are jumping around in the pine forests and mountains. And the densely packed salmon and herring gather between the estuaries and lakes, working hard to migrate upriver...

From the sky to the mountains and forests to the offshore sea, there are lush grass and trees, blooming flowers, and birds, animals and fish that are full of vitality and reproduce and play to their heart's content. And when the kingdom's ocean-covering ship sailed past the icebergs that had not melted for thousands of years, and arrived at the coast of Alaska in midsummer, they saw such a moving scene of vitality and all things competing, which is unforgettable.

"Blessed by the Lord God! Summer is a gift from the Lord God. He descends from the towering Ancestral Peak of the God of Heaven and gives abundant food to tens of thousands of tribes. He also hangs the sun that never sets high in the sky! …”

The midday sun fell on the deck of the shelter boat, and the sacred Changbai Mountain in the northern sky also appeared clearly in front of everyone's eyes. Seeing this 2,500-meter high mountain on the seaside, the kingdom warriors and tribal sailors on the ship all crawled on the deck and prayed to the sacred mountain in the north.

"Praise the supreme God! Praise the sacred white mountain ice peak!..."

"Ugh!... Praise the Lord of the East China Sea... Praise that... Great Baektu Mountain!..."

Seeing the people prostrate and praying, sailmaker Pu Shunfan and shipwright Jin Sunshu looked at each other, and then obediently lay on the deck and prayed towards the icebergs in the north. These strange Jiaoman tribes seem to particularly worship mountains. And this towering iceberg was already the third "white sacred mountain" they encountered after leaving Shendadi Port.

According to the priests, these three thousand-meter-high white sacred mountains from west to east represent the guidance of the Lord God. They are called "Shengaobai Mountain", "Shentaibai Mountain" and "Shenchangbai Mountain" respectively. And to the east of these three sacred mountains, there is a real sacred peak looming behind the mountains. It is the place where the Lord God descended from the highest sacred mountain. It is called the "God Ancestral Peak"... And the height of that sacred mountain can be You can vaguely see it from a thousand miles away! …

"Lord God! The Jiao people really worship the white mountains. They are very similar to the Jurchens in the northern barbarians... This towering white sacred mountain seems to be about the same height as Bukakbaeksan Mountain in North Hamgyong Province... As for the ancestors of the gods The great Baektu Mountain can be seen from a thousand miles away? It sounds like it’s an amazing place!…”

Thinking of this, sailmaker Pu Shunfan scratched his head. He had never seen a six or seven thousand meter high mountain on the sea, so he could not imagine how majestic and tall that "big Baektu Mountain of the ancestors of the gods" was!

Although North Korea during the Lee Dynasty also had a tradition of worshiping sacred mountains, its scale and audience were not very influential. The "North Mountain White Mountain" officially canonized by the Li Dynasty was the second highest peak in Korea in later generations, Guanmao Peak with an altitude of more than 2,500 meters.

And even when they saw a Chinese name like "Changbai Mountain", the hearts of the two Korean craftsmen were not touched at all. Because Changbai Mountain, the "holy mountain" of Korea in later generations, was only a dangerous and wild place where Jurchen barbarians lived in this era. It was not within the borders of the Lee Dynasty's Joseon Kingdom at all, and it had never existed in the Korean legends passed down from ancient times.

On the contrary, the name "Changbai Mountain" comes from the names of the Jurchen tribes in the Jin Dynasty. In the mythology of the Jurchen tribes, this is a revered "sacred mountain". The sacred mountain houses the powerful Changbai Mountain God...

"Oh! Lord Asama! What a towering immortal white mountain!... Hey! This mountain can still emit smoke. Is it a living volcano?... Ah! This is really extremely majestic and beautiful! Just like... Just like Asama The same as the three immortal peaks in the Taisha Mandala painting...Huh? The immortal Fugaku Mountain!..."

Two steps away, monk soldier Watanabe Masumi also opened his eyes wide and knelt on the deck. He looked at the white sacred mountains in the north, speechless for a long time, and his eyes gradually became moist. At this moment, he thought of his homeland eight thousand miles away, the mythical Mount Fuji, and the towering Mount Fuji that he had personally climbed and seen with his own eyes...

"From Tener no Ura, those who emerge from the fight are really white, not as high as the high mountain, snow wave zero family stay... (天子の拉ゆうちいでてみれば真白にぞふじの高山に雪は下りける

Amidst the devout prayers of many Jiao people, the monk Watanabe Masumi lowered his head and lowered his eyes. He couldn't help the ups and downs in his heart and recited a short song from "Man'yoshu" about the falling snow on Mount Fuji.

The Kazu people of the Muromachi period were devout believers in gods and Buddhas, and also respected the gods of mountains and rivers. Among the mountains, the worship of the Immortal Mountain, Mount Fugaku, also known as Mount Fuji, is the most famous for a long time. Around the 3,800-meter-high Mount Fugaku, Kazuto also built the Asama Shrine, and the legends of the great **** Asama and the goddess Konohanakayehime spread.

As for Masumi Watanabe himself, he also personally visited Miho no Matsubara and saw the unforgettable eight peaks of Mount Fuji. He even visited Mount Fuji Hongu Sengen Taisha Shrine and saw mandala paintings depicting three peaks of gods and Buddhas...

At this moment, Monk Soldier Watanabe thought of his unknown road ahead, his hometown he knew not where to return to, and his thousand-mile voyage with no end in sight. Thinking of the ups and downs of his fate, he finally couldn't help but shed tears and recited another short song from the "Man'yoshu", but it was about the fall of autumn in Okuyama, Nara.

"Autumn in Okuyama dyes the red forest, and the sound of deer singing makes me sad. I stand there and sigh, who can comfort my lonely heart?... (Okuyama's red leaves step on the red leaves, the sound of the deer, the sound of the deer, the sound of the deer, the time of autumn, the sadness of the autumn)..."

"Woo! This vast sea and sky of thousands of miles, this endless voyage, this country of the Jiaoren tribe, are so far away, just like the endless road of death in the Santu River!... The autumn leaves of Okuyama! Again Which piece of snow has fallen for me, a wandering traveler? The falling snow of the Immortal Mountain! I’m afraid I won’t be able to see it again until I die, right?…Woo! Woo!”

"Praise the supreme God! He is watching us from the towering Mount Celestial, and is protecting us on our way back! Praise my God, Huitzilopochtli!..."

On the Zheyang boat, the devout prayers continued for half a moment, and then they gradually stopped amidst the enthusiastic shouts of the name of the main god. For the Japanese and Koreans on the ship, this towering white volcano symbolized the departure of their homeland, and even the fact that it would never be seen again. But for the sailors on the ship, the appearance of this sacred mountain means that their tribes and hometowns are right in front of them.

For the kingdom warriors on the ship, after traveling through the helpless, ethereal and mighty Shenqi Island chain, now arriving at the extreme north coast along the northern continent means a safe and secure route, and more and more dangers along the way. Ample supplies. The most difficult part of the 20,000-mile journey home was finally over! …

"God bless you, work harder, adjust the sails, and sail faster! When we arrive at the Great Whale Port, we will replenish our supplies and have a warm meal of broth!..."

After praying, Mickey the Knowledgeable turned his head, looked around at the excited expressions of everyone, and encouraged them before letting everyone disperse. Then, with a movement of his eyes, he saw the tribal translator with his head bowed in the corner, and walked to the other person's side. He looked at the other person's tearful expression for a while and asked doubtfully.

"Huh? Witness the Lord God! Translator Watanabe, why are your eyes red and stained with tears? Are you...crying?..."

"Ah! Ah, that...priest!...I...I...I just saw the sacred mountain, thought of the glory of the Lord God, thought of the...blessing of fate...I cried excitedly and happily!..."

Upon hearing the question, the monk warrior Watanabe Masumi quickly wiped his tears, then raised his head and replied with a forced smile in stuttering Mexica.

"Witness the Lord God! I have never been so far away...so far away from the East China Sea!...I have never thought...that there is such a big and rich continent thousands of miles away from the East China Sea!..."

"God bless you! I thought I was just going to the far North Sea, thousands of miles away, to collect some furs and valuables... I didn't expect that in the end, I would experience cold winters and storms, ice seas and islands... Finally, I traveled thousands of miles eastward and ended up here. I don’t know where, the land of the East China Sea that I have never heard of... This is really... This is really unbelievable and unimaginable in my dreams... That divine blessing!..."

"Haha! The Lord God protects us! He has always protected you too!..."

"Yes, yes! You are right!...The Lord God bless us!...He really...blessed me!..."

Mickey the Knowledgeable blinked his eyes, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and prayed devoutly. Monk Watanabe also quickly followed suit. In fact, Mickey could see what Watanabe was thinking, but he didn't reveal it.

Among so many prisoners, translator Watanabe was the only one who was proficient in both the Japanese and Korean tribes' languages, could write divine texts, and had also worked hard to learn some Mexican language talents. For such an important talent, for this link between various departments, both Zuvalo and he attach great importance to it, and are willing to give preferential treatment and comfort...

"Lord God! The farther the ship goes east, the mood of these captives seems to be getting lower and lower... How can we comfort these captives and boost their morale?... Well, His Majesty's divine inspiration... is there!..."

Mickey, the knowledgeable man, pondered for a moment, and a kind smile suddenly appeared on his face. He reached out his hand, touched the short stubble on Monk Bing Watanabe's head, and asked with a smile.

"Watanabe, have you seen Jinshan?..."

"Huh? What?...Master Priest? What did you say? Golden Mountain?..."

"I mean, mountains of gold, mountains full of gold mines!..."

"Ah! What! Gold? Mountains of gold?!... Lord God! I... I have never seen it..."

"Well, if you go further, you can see it!... The Kingdom's golden mountains are many and very common... They are very beautiful, a large area of ​​golden mountains, hills and streams!..."

The knowledgeable person has a kind expression and reassures with a smile while making shocking promises.

"God bless you! If everything goes well, there are still two ports, and we have arrived at Shenjinxi Port~ www.readwn.com~ This is the northernmost and easiest to see Baili Jinshan on the route... Well, you guys Don’t the tribes in the New World like gold the most? When we get there, I will give each of you craftsmen and sailors a bamboo basket..."

"Witness the Lord God! I will give you one day to rest by the Jinshan Mountain... At that time, how much gold and stone you can hold... then it will all be yours!..."

"Haha! What a joke? Of course it's true! ... Watanabe, this is my and the kingdom's promise to you! The Jinshan is so big, and this thousands of kilograms of gold and stone means nothing! Don't tell me that you are just ten No one, not even a hundred or a thousand people, can dig out a single hair from the tail of this Golden Mountain Rabbit!…”

"Go and tell this good news to the craftsmen and sailors on the ship! Let them cheer up and sail faster... The real golden mountain is right in front of you!..."

(End of chapter)

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