Aztec Eternals

"Haha, the prawns here are so delicious! When I get back to the boat, this village will be on the chart, and I will call it Shrimp Village. This big lake, which is rich in delicious food, will be recorded as Big Shrimp Lake!"

The sea breeze is refreshing, and the wind is fragrant. After eating and drinking, the group prepared to return to the boat. Puapu stretched his hand into his arms, touched it for a while, and took out a handful of shiny lake gems, and he was about to pay for the meal that filled dozens of people. Unexpectedly, the gray-haired old village chief smiled humbly, bowed his waist very low, and carefully shook his head to refuse.

"Eh? What does he mean?"

Puap was stunned and looked at the Mayan merchant Ticarlo. Tikalo smiled and explained.

"Captain General, this fishing village has very little communication with the outside world, and there is no divine descendant under its jurisdiction. They don't accept gems, only currency that can be used."

"What? Currency that can be used?"

"Yes. Like the salted fish and cotton and cocoa that the fleet traded before."

"Um... how much is that?"

"Just take two pieces of cloth. If you are satisfied, you can add a basket of salted fish. There are not many people in their village, and they don't have many tools. It's not easy to chop down trees, and it's hard to boil salt."

"Okay. Then pull two rolls of cotton cloth and add two baskets of salted fish! This salted fish tastes too strong, and when it is placed on the boat, the samurai are dizzy and dizzy!"

With a big wave of Puapu's hand, two warriors returned to the boat, bringing back the snow-white cotton cloth and the disgusting salted fish. When the old village chief saw the cotton cloth, he had no expression yet, but when he smelled the salted fish, his eyes suddenly lit up. He bowed his head, bowed his head, and thanked him repeatedly.

"Praise the God of Rain! The noble man who is bigger than the sky, thank you for your kindness! ... If you stay, I will definitely convey it, and not a word will fall!"

Seeing the old village chief kneeling respectfully, Puapu smiled with satisfaction. Then, he was a little confused.

"Tikalo, what is he talking about? I've been talking about it for a long time!"

"Oh, Captain Pu. He's saying thanks to the gods, to the noble master Kang Ke! He also prayed to the rain god, wishing us a smooth journey!"

The corners of Tikalo's mouth twitched as he translated respectfully. Hearing this, Tomat, the priest of the main **** next to him, pondered for a while, then stepped forward and held up the old Mayan village chief with his own hands. Then, under the terrified and bewildered eyes of the old village chief, he took out a sun hummingbird amulet of the Lord God and put it on the old village chief's neck.

"Praise the Lord God! She created such delicious prawns, and let me eat them with your diligent hands! This shows that you are loved by the Lord God. Come, put on this sun amulet, and pray on time every day. , the light will come naturally! Praise the Lord God! Huitzilopochtli!  …”

While praying, Priest Tomat took out a copy of the Book of Ali with pictures and texts and stuffed it into the hands of the old village chief. This time, the old village chief was shivering with fright. He looked at the "sacred" picture and text in his hand, and fell to his knees.

"Respected priest! I...I don't have a sacred bloodline, and I can still work...I don't accept your things, please don't sacrifice me to the rain god!"

"First Evolution"

In the overpopulated Mayan tribes, when the mortals are old enough to continue to work, waiting for their fate is to be abandoned by the tribe in the rainforest, or directly sacrificed to various gods. And this "aging" age, usually, is under the age of forty.

"He...he is this?..."

Priest Tommat looked at the old village chief who was extremely terrified and was a little surprised. He looked at Tikalo, Tikalo pursed his lips and translated the other party's words in a low voice. Priest Tommat burst into laughter. He was halfway through laughing, then suddenly lowered his eyes and couldn't laugh anymore.

Abandoning the old and the weak, and offering sacrifices to the gods, is like the law of the jungle. This is the case for the Mayan tribes, the tribes in the martial plateau, the tribes in the cruel wasteland, and the tribes in the world with an average life expectancy of more than 20 years old, why not? In this fishing village by the sea, the lagoons and tidewaters bring ready-made food every day. This old Mayan village chief is really lucky to live until his gray hair...

"The Lord God brings light! His Highness Shen Qi leads all living beings!... Priests must study farming and strive to improve their production capacity. There must be more farmland in this world, and more corn must grow in the fields to feed more people. There are too many people, but also the old people of various departments to live longer! ... This is the greatest benevolence of the Lord God!"

Priest Thomas closed his eyes and prayed sincerely for a moment towards the sun in the sky. This passage of scripture was also written by His Highness, but in the high priesthood of the capital city in the middle of the lake, it was not cared by many honorable priests and elders. And at this moment, Priest Thomas really realized something and realized a rare beam of light in this cruel era.

"...the love of the Lord God?"

Hearing this, Maya Tikalo raised her brows and remained silent. Priest Tomat finished his prayer and held up the old village chief again. Then, he stretched out his hand, kindly shook the old village chief's hair, left the scriptures and amulets, and turned away.

The sun sets in the west, and the long ship sails. The Yucatan peninsula turned north from here, and the coastline appeared to the east of the kingdom's fleet. After a few quarters of an hour, the fleet that came from afar disappeared at the end of the northern sea and sky, like a bubble that had never passed.

The old village chief was sitting by the sea, watching the warm bubbles disappear, and he didn't know what to think. Afterwards, he wore the talisman of the sun, flipped through the "Book of Gods" that he had never seen before, and looked at the pictures of the gods inside, and it was evening in a flash.

In the evening, at the end of the western coast, two other "bubbles" suddenly appeared. The old village chief looked at it for a moment, and when he looked at the flat hull, he knew that it was the familiar Mayan fleet. The two Mayan galleys rowed very quickly and soon came to a fishing village on a sandbar by the sea. Then, several Mayan sailors jumped off the galley, came to the old village chief's side, and asked in a deep voice.

"...Reached?"

"...arrive."

"...have they gone?"

"...gone."

"...what else?"

"...And that's all."

After listening, the Mayan sailors nodded. A sailor took out a small bag of medicinal tobacco from his arms and threw it at the feet of the old village chief. Then, everyone boarded the boat again, and disappeared at the end of the north under the cover of night.

The sunset is all over~www.readwn.com~ The night is dark. The old village chief bowed his waist, rolled up two tobacco leaves, took out the flint, and lit the tobacco leaves with difficulty. Then, he took a puff of his cigarette, looked at the portrait of the Lord God holding lightning on the scriptures, and continued to be silent. It wasn't until a cigarette was about to burn out that he sighed, closed the scriptures, and stammered in the ancient Toltec Nava language.

"Praise... Lord God! Vizi... Lobo... Chitley!..."

"The ancient... Toltec kingdom, perished. The Aztecs... called themselves Toltec. The ancient... Mayapan kingdom, perished. The Tutulsh... Calling themselves Mayapan. Now, the Aztecs, are about to meet, Tutulsh. And between them, the last, Mayapan..."

The ancient Toltec Nahua language was recited in the wind, with an indescribable vicissitude, and was drowned in the sound of the ebb tide. And when the tide comes again, what will be completely submerged?

The old village chief did not know and did not want to know the answer. He just stood up slowly, hunched his waist, and walked towards the village. Perhaps this book should be read by the younger generation in the village, and it may be used for a long time. And today, the salted fish given by the gentlemen must be dried under the leeward eaves, so as not to get wet and waste the precious salt~