When the sun rises every day, the priests of this tribe, which has only a few hundred people left, will face the east where the sun rises and lead the tribesmen in a sacrificial dance.
In such primitive tribes, the chief's responsibilities are often shouldered by priests. Even though he has now moved to the vicinity of the "Sacred City", the priests still have extremely powerful influence among the tribesmen. This influence is not only a gift from the gods, but also due to adhering to tradition. As a tribe that has begun to sprout a form of civilization, the priests deeply understand the importance of tradition. Tribal traditions can unite the originally weak tribesmen and make them as a whole to fight against the harsh environment and terrifying enemies.
The so-called priest is a person who maintains tribal traditions and consolidates the stability of the tribe by communicating with the gods.
But recently, priests have increasingly felt that this tradition is slipping away.
There is no other reason than the "sacred city" called "Jinshan Castle" next to him.
The people living in the divine city are all like gods. Their city is so majestic and their appearance is so handsome. They generously treated the warriors who were being hunted, and they traded precious treasures with the warriors. Their food is as delicious as if it comes from heaven, and even the water they drink is so delicious that you can't believe it... But after all, this is not the kingdom of God.
Although at the beginning, the priests regarded this place as the palace of the Sun God and Quetzalcoatl, thinking that the gods came specially to pick up his heroic children to live in the divine world. But after moving here, he has discovered that the person living here is not a god. As the most intelligent person in the tribe, he has even learned a little bit of the language of these "gods" and understands that they come from an extremely beautiful, extremely civilized, and extremely powerful country. They came across the vast sea and wanted to spread their traditions in this place they called "Fengming Island".
The patterns of "sun" and "feathered serpent" flying on the "palace" are not their gods, but just symbolize their great country called "Ming".
The priest also discovered that these people did not make sacrifices to the sun every morning and evening. In the tradition of these people, there is no trust in "gods".
But their traditions are so dazzling and powerful that it is difficult for the tribesmen not to admire these people. The priest even saw that when the tribesmen looked at the god-like young man in the sacred city, their eyes were beginning to be full of yearning.
This is a betrayal of one's own traditions and gods.
He must continue to restrain the hearts of his people and maintain the tribe's traditions through sacrificial activities... He already regrets agreeing to move here. If he had known it would be like this, even if the tribe would eventually be destroyed, he should not have moved near this sacred city. . As a priest, he should maintain his piety to the Sun God and Quetzalcoatl...
However, just in the middle of today's sacrificial activities, an unprecedented explosion came from the direction of the sacred city, disrupting the solemnity of the tribal warriors as they bowed to the sun. The explosions continued, as if something collapsed. The tribesmen were frightened into confusion, thinking that something bad had happened.
"Old horse, old horse!"
The sacrifice was interrupted, and the priest's face looked a little ugly. At this time, he heard a dense sound of hoofbeats. He already knew that the sound came from "horse", a creature from the Ming Dynasty. Although this creature was strong and scary, it was an excellent companion for the soldiers of the Ming Dynasty, and there was nothing scary about it.
It was Lieutenant General Wang who was in charge of communicating with the indigenous people. Vice General Wang has some talent for communication and has already understood that the priest's name is "Mallet". He also couldn't understand the difference between the surnames and first names of these indigenous people, so he usually just called them "Lao Ma". The priest also knew little about the Ming Dynasty's culture and would not delve into the differences. Until this "old horse" calls out to him.
Seeing these hundreds of natives gathered together, Lieutenant General Wang reined in his horse and dismounted before the horse could stop. His dazzling mandarin duck jersey and heroic appearance when dismounting made many young people in the tribe look forward to him. Even some of the remaining girls in the tribe showed fiery eyes to Vice General Wang.
"Why are you still living in this thatched hut?" The first thing Vice General Wang did when he got off his horse was to dislike the residence of these indigenous people. Tie Xuan once asked someone to build houses for these indigenous people, but he was rejected by the priest in front of him who abided by tradition. Vice General Wang didn't understand the priest's insistence. He just found it puzzling that these natives insisted on living in leaky thatched houses.
However, he had said this many times, and now he just mentioned it casually, and quickly turned to the main topic: "Did you hear the sound of the firecrackers just now? Today the Huangdi Temple in the city is completed, and the Marquis and Master Tie are going to visit Jinshan Let’s hold an ancestor temple fair in the fort.”
"Two adults specially asked me to come here to invite you to visit. It's so lively and lively... Just pack up and follow me into the city?"
"For this temple fair, Lord Tie even brought out extremely precious cans. You haven't eaten cans yet, right? You are in luck today!"
Vice General Wang was talking to himself while gesticulating with his hands and feet. Although the priest barely learned a few Chinese words, he could only vaguely understand that he was being invited. He didn't want to go, but one word caught his full attention. "Sacrifice, worship ancestors?"
He didn't know what an ancestor was, but he knew that when he usually led his warriors to sacrifice to the gods, these people from the Ming Dynasty often used the word "sacrifice" to describe them.
Could it be that the Ming Dynasty also had sacrifices? But don’t they have gods?
With curiosity in mind, the priest led the tribesmen into Jinshan Castle again. As soon as Fang entered the city gate, he felt the difference in the atmosphere in the city today.
The strange explosion sound just now always sounded in the city from time to time, and the clothes of the Ming people in the city were more bright and bright than before. Their faces were filled with joy, and they gathered in groups and chatted in that beautiful language called Chinese. This made the priest feel very strange. You must know that although these people named Huaxia people have no worries about food and clothing, and have strong traditions and strength, they are still hardworking on weekdays, always building this building day after day. Jinshan Fort. Their diligence is unmatched by even the most responsible tribal warriors.
However, the sun has just risen today, and these hard-working Chinese people have stopped working and are standing here chatting? This made the priest feel very incomprehensible.
(End of chapter)
