Aztec Eternals

The spring breeze is warm, the grass is smoked on the road, the wonders stand tall, and the people bow low. Surrounded by the crowd, the two supreme theocratic leaders stood together in front of the sacred and ancient pyramid spectacle and looked at each other calmly.

The high priest asked with a smile, and the old fox Peter lowered his eyes. Different emotions surged in the hearts of the two, and they brought wonderful feelings. Some words, some ideas, only people with similar identities and experiences can talk to each other and understand each other. After a while, the old fox smiled and told the truth in his mind.

"Inherited priestly families exist for the gods from generation to generation. They exercise the will of the gods, spread the glory of the gods, and enjoy insignificant rewards... God bestows nobles, God bestows glory, God bestows blood, and gods return their faith. Because of the blood and piety, the Holy One can rule the people and enjoy reverence from generation to generation! This is the most difficult truth in the world, from the Olmec era to the present day, how can it not be immortal? ... And if the new ink The Western Plus Alliance, which can last for hundreds of years, will always be the same!"

"Oh? Petel, what you said seems to have some truth."

Hearing this, the high priest raised his brows slightly and nodded with a smile. He looked at the spectacle in front of him, opened his mouth faintly, and told the idea that had been buried in his heart for many years.

"It's just, in my opinion, all things are born and die, and they will eventually return to eternal sleep, but it's only a matter of time. The five solar epochs are alternately reincarnated, the gods die and are born again, the world is destroyed and created. The so-called gods here are just tiny dust. Sand, how can you escape?"

"Not to mention the mortal you and me, bearing the honor of a holy leader, but returning home in a blink of an eye, I don't know where the soul is going!... It seems that the only immortality in the world is death. .And we intend to maintain the superior and inferior, and to distinguish between the noble and the inferior, but it is just a tool to control the hearts of the people and rule the peoples!"

"Shuttle, you! You!..."

Hearing such blunt words, Petel widened his eyes and stared at the old man in front of him. He tried his best to suppress himself, so he didn't roar, "You're just about to return, and I'll enjoy another ten years!". He could not imagine that such straightforward words came from the mouth of the highest theocratic leader of the alliance, the revered high priest. And once such a theory spreads in the world, it will completely smash the reputation of the gods that he has maintained all his life!

The high priest smiled faintly and looked at the old fox Petel. The old fox widened his eyes and clenched the scepter in his hand. After a while, he exhaled and smiled calmly.

"Respected High Priest, you are right! We rule all peoples, relying on tools that are deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, true and false names. No matter how the times change, the tools will also change. There must always be someone high above, guiding obedience and blind obedience. the mothmen, aren't they?..."

"And to rule the world, besides us who control the hearts of people, who else is there? Is it possible that they are moth people fluttering like moths? Although the lives of mortals are limited, our family can continue. Even if the family declines , the blood of the gods will wither, and there will be new descendants of gods... So, for us at the top of the pyramid, why should the world change, and how can we change it?"

"OK!"

"Hahaha!"

Hearing this, the high priest laughed, his bright eyes glowing. Petel also laughed, extremely happy. The two old people who held the supreme divine power laughed happily together for a while, and it seemed that they no longer had any dissatisfaction with each other, and turned into confidants who cherished each other.

Seeing the actions of the two theocratic leaders, the commoners and warriors within 500 meters all knelt to the ground, prayed devoutly together, and saluted the "spirits" in their hearts.

"High Priest, please!"

After a while, the two stopped laughing. Patel stretched out his hand and feigned, and the high priest nodded in greeting. The two followed the upward stone steps and slowly climbed to the top of the pyramid.

After a while, the huge pyramid climbed to the top, revealing an ancient sanctuary. The sanctuary houses the statues of the gods, and the front yard is a semi-open pavilion.

More than a dozen priests and elders put on gorgeous robes and sat cross-legged in the exquisite pavilion. There are many precious stones, gold, silver and feathers hanging from the pavilion. In the four corners of the pavilion, there is a prepared incense burner, and several maids of cardamom age.

Seeing the high priest coming, all the elders stood up and saluted respectfully. The high priest nodded slightly in return. Then, he took the seat at the top, and Patel in the second. Everyone crossed their legs and did a good job, so they didn't rush to discuss matters, but let the pure girl ignite the expensive spices.

Soon, the curling smoke of the gods surrounded the pavilion, bringing the breath of the kingdom of God. The high priest raised his brows, sniffed the smell of the divine smoke, and his expression suddenly relieved.

"Well, the top tobacco of the Maya of the East, agarwood of the Zapotec of the South, balsam of the Vastek of the North, elk gland of the Turks of the West, and coumarin of the Union of Central Mexica ...Huh, there seems to be something else hidden? This smell...extraordinarily...relaxing?..."

"Haha, as expected of the high priest of the Mexica Alliance, he is really knowledgeable!"

Patel sighed in admiration. Then, he didn't cheat, and directly told Cholula's secret recipe.

"High priest, this magical smoke is carefully prepared by the holy city of Cholula. The whole world, only here! ... In addition to ordinary spices, there are 'sages' from the Oaxaca Valley, psychedelic mice Tailweed, as well as 'tlitliltzin' on the southern coast, Asuka, and finally with the seeds of the miraculous morning glory..."

"And in order to keep the taste pure, we didn't use the psilocybin and black feather jade in the northern wasteland, but added a little mandala... As long as the smoke of the gods is lit, it doesn't take a moment for the breath of the kingdom of gods to follow. Come, let us communicate with the gods!"

Hearing this, the high priest pursed his lips, frowned slightly, and quickly released it. He has always been strict with himself, and has never been obsessed with the pleasure of "communication with the gods" like a priest of Cholula. At this moment, he smiled, no longer restrained, and inhaled the burning smoke. Soon, the boundless comfort hits my heart, making people feel like they are in the clouds.

Seeing the performance of the high priest, Petel smiled slightly. Where did this go, the other party was a little "dizzy". It can be seen that he has never enjoyed it on weekdays, and it is not even as good as the previous priest and elder Acap.

"Let the saints come over."

Patel quietly made a gesture and commanded, and a maid left immediately. After a while, a group of slender girls came swaying lightly. They were all wearing thin veils, revealing their graceful figures. Afterwards, the girls separated in pairs and came to the priests and elders. One carefully served the elders, and the other hugged them from behind, acting as a soft backrest.

"Ok?..."

The high priest was startled. He leaned back slightly, feeling just the right amount of softness, as well as the constant rubbing of his plain hands, which made him a little surprised.

"Petel, are you discussing things like this?"

"Haha, esteemed high priests, they are saintess who serve the gods. They have been trained by priestesses since childhood. They are the most pure. You don't have to worry about it. You can ask for any needs. For them, they can serve We, who serve the gods, are the supreme honor!"

Patel smiled ~www.readwn.com~ and tilted his head back again. Then, he stretched out his hand and played with another girl, like a white jade admiring suet. And the girl's face is full of holiness of serving the gods, and reverence from the heart.

"What an ancient and sacred city of Cholula, what a priestly family with a long tradition!"

Seeing this, the high priest was amazed. He smiled and praised, but his heart was quite contemptuous.

This kind of sensual pleasure, of course, also exists among the nobles of the Mexica Union. It's just that the alliance was not long in its infancy, with a high-spirited and enterprising style, more advocating abstinence, and seeing pleasure as degenerate. Among the upper-level rulers of the alliance, they have always been based on farming and warfare, respecting temperance and order, and appreciating strength and bravery. Every important discussion will be surrounded by warriors, everyone will face each other in awe, and there will never be a maid present! ...and such unbridled extravagance, to be honest, he had never tried.

The high priest inhaled the magic smoke for a while, and after enjoying a moment of tenderness, he looked solemn and sat up. Afterwards, the corners of his mouth rose and he looked at Petel with sharp eyes and asked with great confidence.

"Tell me! Petel, what agreement did you reach when you went to see King Avit? Without the approval of the High Priests of the Alliance, these agreements are innumerable!"