May is the beginning of the rainy season, and the climate is as unpredictable as the gods. It was cloudy just a moment ago, but suddenly the sky was clear again. The slanting sun falls into the eyes, only making people feel dizzy.
"Haha! Sweet fruits are eaten by people and birds, and sooner or later they will end up bad! ...Sour fruits are not eaten by birds. Even if they are made into dried fruits, no one wants to eat them. Even if they are eaten, they will be spit out. , turned into sour and bitter pomace!...This pomace is so good, I would rather be a pomace!”
Ugel's robes were open and he was sweating. He was angry at times and happy at other times. He kept talking in his mouth, almost like crazy, and he didn't look like a priest or elder at all. Fortunately, although he had ups and downs of emotions, he kept his words firmly and did not miss anything he shouldn't have said.
After a while, the fat priest and elder gasped and fell on the cotton blanket again. He vented, and the pressure in his heart finally eased, no longer weighing him down like a black cloud. Then, he waved his hand, and the maid brought a cup of warm honey tea water, touched it gently, and carefully fed it into the elder's mouth. The sweet taste echoed in his mouth, and then slowly slid down his throat, carrying the fragrance of scented tea, which refreshed him.
"Phew! It's still early, so there's no rush."
Wugel shook his head with satisfaction and looked up at the sky. As dusk approaches, the setting sun reflects the magnificent sunset and creates a magnificent silhouette under the Great Temple. The fiery red and deep intertwined between heaven and earth, the beauty is breathtaking, like an immortal stream of light.
Such a scene fell in the eyes of the priests and elders, making him lose consciousness. And if you look closely, it looks like a sign of danger. He murmured to himself, feeling a little sad for a moment.
"It's so beautiful! It's like fire, but also like an abyss! I'm between the fire in the sky and the abyss of the earth. If I make a wrong step..."
"Ahem! Dear priests and elders, when Cholula's envoy came to visit this time, he also brought some valuable gifts."
Sipili coughed lightly and quickly asked for instructions. If the priests and elders continue to talk like this, I don’t know what words will come out. He also wanted to survive a few years of qualifications in peace, and then escape from the whirlpool of the capital, go out, and become a happy regional chief priest.
"Elder, what should I do with these expensive gifts?"
"Huh? Expensive gift?"
Wugel's eyes suddenly lit up, and he turned over and sat up. Hearing this, he was no longer tired.
"What is it?"
"An ancient Toltec jade, a few top-quality sky-blue turquoise stones, and two bags of blended top-grade divine smoke."
"Ah! Ancient jade, top-grade turquoise, top-grade divine smoke!"
Wu Geer's eyes widened and his face showed joy. These are what he likes, and they are simply not available on the market.
"Huh! Priests of Cholula, they are really rich. This is just a door-to-door ceremony. If you really ask me to do something, then you have to..."
Thinking of this, Ugel felt a little itchy. He hesitated, wondering whether to meet the other party.
What could happen to Cholula's emissary? It was simply because the Eastern Expedition was gaining momentum and the Alliance was approaching home, so he wanted to come to Cholula to beg for mercy. As the priest and elder in charge of general affairs, couldn't he still make a few remarks in the high priest group? At that time, no matter whether things are done or not, things will be accepted as soon as they are accepted, and there will be no return.
"Um...where do the priests of Cholula live?"
"Ah? Dear priests and elders, they live in an ordinary noble house in the southeast corner of the palace area."
"Why do you live so far away?"
Wu Geer raised his eyebrows. He stood up, took two steps, and then spoke.
"Send a messenger and ask them..."
Suddenly, Ugel's feet were firm and his open mouth closed tightly again. He lowered his head, raised his feet slightly, and stared at the crushed fruit pulp under his feet... The priests and elders remained motionless, maintaining this posture, not knowing what they were thinking. After a while, he took a deep breath and slowly exhaled.
"Pomace, pomace, it's sour and bitter, it's called pomace, it's called pomace when no one cares about it! At this critical moment, why are you trying to stand out and attract attention?...No, Qiaolu You must not get involved in sex. It’s not worth it for a little money!..."
Sipili waited for a while, looking at Ugel as if he was under a immobilization spell. The corners of his mouth twitched, and he lowered his head carefully and asked.
"Elder, do you want to send a messenger to invite the priests of Cholula to come and see you?"
"No! Missed! Missed them all! Leave them alone. If they come again, they will all be driven away!"
Ugel took a few steps, shook his head, then turned around and lay down on the carpet.
"Remember, put all their gifts in the warehouse. Put them away and don't inform me again!"
"...As you command, Elder."
"call!"
Ugel took a breath of the divine smoke and exhaled a long puff of smoke. He knows that he has soft ears and shallow eyelids. If they really meet, the other party will say some touching words, bring out some legendary artifacts, and make some small requests... So, they are still missing. Good.
"The top priority right now is...hey! Once this time is over, I might as well leave the capital and go to the local archdiocese to become a sect priest!"
Ugel's mind was spinning, he thought for a while, and then shook his head. At his level, there are not many suitable positions in the local area.
The Archdiocese of Mexico is directly under the jurisdiction of the High Priests, so it goes without saying. The Archdiocese of Tarasco is under the control of Xuelote, and the Archdiocese of Otomi is the territory of Ort. Although Alter was about to die, he kept holding off. Although the Archdiocese of Huastek is vacant, it only has an empty name and a small city-state in Metztitlan. As for this Eastern Expedition, after the four states of Tlaxcala are conquered, a new archdiocese should be established...
"Huh? Then we still have to solve the problem in the Holy City of Cholula! It's troublesome, it's really troublesome!"
After much deliberation, Ugel couldn't find a suitable place. He laughed to himself and sighed.
"Hey! Power, power, when you reach this position, how can there be any vacant power? I'd better make a piece of rotten wood and put it in the high priest group of the capital!..."
The priests and elders raised their heads and looked at the fading sunset. Darkness is coming, can rotten wood be immortal? Inexplicably, he thought of a figure he had not remembered for a long time, and a silent head.
"Rotten wood cannot be carved, and rotten wood poses no threat... Rotten wood still has time, so just live happily!..."
Long memories flooded into his mind, causing Ugel's eyes to become divergent. He thought for a while, then suddenly felt proud and regained his strength.
"It's almost time! Sipili, prepare some clean towels and a small fan...come with me!"
"Ah? Elder, let's go..."
"Yeah. It's right to visit frequently and serve well. As for the general affairs of the priesthood, they are not so important!"
"I obey you."
Soon, the two of them were ready. Ugel put on a simple robe, and Sipili carried a small bamboo basket. In the bamboo basket, there are some utensils for servants to serve, and I don't know who they are for.
The sun sets gradually and shadows cover the land. The last glow illuminated the two walking people until they disappeared into the towering and dark palace.
Not far away, where the darkness was submerged, there was another ancient priest's mansion. Candles sparkle on the walls and gods dance on the murals. Under the candlelight and murals, the two sat opposite each other, both wearing priest's feather crowns, looking at each other silently.
The person at the top is dressed in rich clothes, with a face as beautiful as a crown jade, and is handsome and handsome. The person at the bottom is wearing a black robe, with gray hair and a vicissitudes of expression.
After a while, the old man at the bottom sighed and asked calmly.
"Priest and Elder Akap, are you really unable to mediate for us among the high priests?"
