Chapter 635 The Second Kingdom Exploration, Maya's Three Realms Mythology, the Prologue of Destiny

Puap left, in a hurry. Because he received the divine revelation of destiny, an extremely precious divine revelation. This divine revelation has only one sentence, and it was obtained with a whole bag of gems.

".The descendant of the Mayan god, the blood of the Serpent God can relieve the curse of the condor!"

Puap kept this divine message firmly in mind. His eyes were full of murderous intent, and his hand was pressed on the copper axe. He was filled with murderous intent and was eager to find the Mayan merchant Tikallo. In the entire expedition fleet, only the bald Mayan businessman knew the details of the Mayan city-state and where the descendant of the Serpent God was!

However, just after Puap left this busy place, Tikalo wandered here with leisurely footsteps. Next to him were the old militiamen Chihuaco and two oil bottles holding small sculptures.

The old witch doctor still spread out the white cloth, hugged the mysterious pottery plate, and sat cross-legged leisurely. But the eye-catching bag of gems is missing, and I don’t know where it was placed. He squinted his eyes and glanced at the Mayan businessman in front of him, then carefully looked at Chihuaco in militia uniform and the two teenagers behind him.

The old witch doctor was silent. After a moment, he cleared his throat and sang leisurely.

"I saw a turtle swimming in the horizon. His forehead was bare and he couldn't find his way home. I saw a native dog running in the forest. He looked old and didn't know where his home was! What a prelude to fate, They all go to the east to suffer in the endless storm."

"Um?"

Hearing the old witch doctor's singing, Chihuaco and Tikalo turned around at the same time and looked at the mysterious old man wearing a feather coat and holding a pottery plate. Chihuaco looked at the old witch doctor, touched his chin, and said nothing. Tikalo glanced at the old militiaman, then stepped forward with a smile and asked.

"Old witch doctor, your ballad seems to have a meaning. Can you tell me a little bit about it?"

The old witch doctor smiled, touched the mysterious pottery plate in his arms, and shook his head with a smile.

"The gods have spirits and know the fate of mortals. Use my mouth to sing the song of meeting! However, meeting is also an arrangement of fate. Can mortals understand the unpredictable fate? It all depends on you and yourself. I have nothing to do with it!”

"Well, gods and creatures have spirits, and their fate is destined and unpredictable. What you said is not unreasonable."

Tikallo nodded. His eyes soon fell on the mysterious pottery plate in the arms of the old witch doctor. After just one glance, the Mayan merchant's eyes suddenly shrank. He tilted his head again, glanced at the old militiaman who was always paying attention to him, and then said to the old witch doctor with a smile.

"Old priest, can you lend me the sacred object in your hand, the precious heritage sacrificial plate?"

"Oh, do you know this heritage offering plate?"

The old witch doctor raised the corners of his mouth and smiled.

"But, the god said not to borrow it! He doesn't know you."

The old militiaman watched for a moment, looked at the "sacred object" pottery plate carefully, and asked doubtfully.

"Ti Carlo, what does it mean to have such a big tree painted on this pottery plate?"

"Oh, Captain Qi, this is an extremely ancient divine picture. It is consistent with the myth of our corn people and shows the origin and reality of the world!"

Mayan businessman Ti Carlo stretched out his hand, touched the god's bald head, and explained with a smile.

"Look, this sacred disk is divided into three parts: upper, middle and lower. The upper part is the blue of the sky, with the sun, moon, stars, and various gods painted on it. That is the sky where the sun and stars are, and the upper world where the gods are. ! The will of the gods circulates in the upper world, using the sun, moon and stars to convey their oracles, and believers belonging to different gods will go to the upper world after dying in a sacred way, which is what the alliance said. Kingdom of God.”

"The myth of the Mayans? In the upper world, there are the sun, moon, stars, and the kingdom of gods and gods."

Hearing this, Chihuaco mused. However, the simple old militiamen did not have much reaction to such myths.

"Ahem! In the middle of the divine disk is the middle realm, which is the human world where we are. The human world is divided into four major areas, east, west, south, and twelve small areas. These represent different directions and tribes in the world. ! The world is vast and vast. What we know is that in a small area, human priests have built pyramid temples, eager to communicate with the gods in the upper world. However, this is the one that truly connects the upper, middle and lower worlds. An extremely tall kapok tree!”

As he spoke, Ti Carlo stretched out his finger and pointed at the center of the pottery plate. The huge sacred tree, with its hard-to-see details, attracted Chihuaco's attention.

"Is this the kapok sacred tree that connects the three realms?"

"Yes! The Kapok God Tree goes up to the sky and down to the earth. Its spire reaches to the divine world, its trunk remains in the human world, and its roots reach directly to the abyss of the earth! The souls of the dead in the world will pass through the Kapok God Tree according to the way of death. , going to the upper and lower worlds, and above the treetops, there are sacred birds, which accept the prayers of mortals and the will of gods."

Tikalo smiled and told, Chihuaco nodded and listened, and the old witch doctor closed his eyes and said nothing. The expressions of all three people were calm. Because they all have their own opinions in their hearts and have a deep understanding of the world from a certain perspective. They cannot be changed by others at will.

"Below the divine disk is the lower realm, which is also a terrible abyss. It is divided into nine layers, with nine terrible disasters, and two rivers flowing with death and rebirth. If there is no sacred method of death, there is no connection from the gods. Therefore, the mortal soul will go to the lower world to wash away everything and move from death to rebirth!

Tikalo talked about the terrifying lower world, and even his words became faint. He looked at Chihuaco, who looked calm, and spoke with a meaningful smile.

"Captain Qi, all deep water sources will flow to the underworld. If we die in a storm in the eastern sea, our souls will sink into the sea with our bodies and suffer miserably in the underworld!"

"Is that so! So many meanings are drawn in one picture, it's amazing!"

The old militia thought for a while and nodded in admiration. However, there was no fear of the underworld on his face, only a little yearning.

"Hey! If after death, I go to the underworld to suffer a little, and then I can live again, that's pretty good!"

"Uh"

Hearing this, Ticarlo's expression froze, and the old witch doctor's face also froze. After a long while, Ticarlo smiled bitterly and shook his head with some admiration.

"Captain Qi, you are really as open-minded as an old turtle!"

"Tsk tsk! The gods have spirits, and those who don't believe in them can't see them."

On the other side, the old witch doctor shook his head. He hid the pottery plate in his hand into his wide feather clothes, never to let the two see it again.

"It seems that the fateful encounter ends here!"

"Ah! No, old priest."

A bit of disappointment appeared on the face of the Mayan merchant Ticarlo. He looked at Chihuaco with some complaints and stepped forward to say.

"I believe this pottery plate is an ancient sacred object. I want to ask you, what is the way forward!"

"I don't know, I don't know. Fate has already been determined. As long as the time comes, mortals will see it."

The old witch doctor hid the pottery plate and just shook his head. Ticarlo was a little anxious. He took out a lake gem as big as a pebble from his arms and put it on the white cloth of the old witch doctor.

"Respected old priest, this is a precious lake gem! The quality is higher than all the gems produced by the Tutuerxiu city-state of the corn people!"

"Oh? The lake gem is better than the one in Tutuerxiu city?"

The old witch doctor smiled and repeated it again.

Tikalo glanced at the calm Chihuaco and made a firm decision.

"It's true!"

"This one is better than all the gems in Tutulxiu?"

The old witch doctor raised his eyebrows, emphasized the word "all", and asked again.

"It's true!"

"Ha! I don't want it!"

The old witch doctor laughed and waved his hand freely. He took out the pottery plate in his arms, shook it, attracted the eyes of the old militia, and said leisurely.

"Fate is not destined! If it is destined, even white sand can be exchanged for divine revelation. And if it is not destined, even if it is a green gem, I can't reveal a word."

Hearing this, Ti Kalo's pupils shrank. He was absent-minded for a few breaths and muttered.

"Even if it is sand? White sand?!"

"Yes! Even white sand can be exchanged for divine revelation!"

"Huh! Respected old priest, I can pay other prices"

Tikalo calmed down and took a long breath. He glanced at the old militia whose attention was diverted and said in a deep voice.

"Gold, silver, bronze, or obsidian, anything is fine!"

"If fate doesn't reveal it, I can't do anything about it!"

The old witch doctor shook his head and replied with a smile.

"Foreign merchant, go! The answer you've been pursuing will soon appear in front of you. But this is your own destiny, you have to grasp it yourself. Destiny is always difficult, and it's hard to change easily! Even if there are powerful foreign warriors to help."

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Tikalo lowered his eyes and was silent for a moment. Then, he lowered his head and bowed to the old witch doctor in front of him sincerely.

"Thank you, respected sage!"

"Let's go, let's go! Foreign merchant, our meeting ends here."

The old witch doctor smiled and waved his hand. Then, he put away the mysterious pottery plate, closed his eyes, and never said a word again.

Tikalo turned his head and looked at the old militiaman's concerned eyes. He suddenly relaxed, smiled gently, and spoke leisurely.

"Captain Qi, let's go back to the ship!"

"Ah? Let's go now?"

The old militiaman opened his eyes wide and looked at the Mayan merchant who had never left his sight, with a suspicious look on his face.

"Ha! It was you who strongly invited us to go ashore and look for the sacred object in the market. Now, it is also you who wants to go back early. Ticaro, you cunning guy, what are you planning?"

"Hey! Captain Qi, what can I plan?"

Ticaro smiled bitterly, sighed, and pointed to the pottery plate hidden in the arms of the old witch doctor.

"We all saw the sacred object, but it is destined that we have no chance to get it. What a pity! In this case, it is better to go back to the ship early and have peace of mind!"

"Sacred object? Destiny?"

Chiwako pondered for a while, but couldn't figure it out. He looked at Ticaro's calm expression again, and then looked at the old witch doctor's closed eyes, and finally nodded.

"Okay, let's go now!"

The sacred smoke dissipated and flew to the distant upper world. The fleet left and soon disappeared at the edge of the market. In this prosperous world, fame and fortune are still entangled, grievances and fighting, and there is no peace at all.

"Alas! The world is bitter, and who can completely let go of the past?"

The old witch doctor held the pottery plate, looked at Ticarlo's disappearing back, and sighed leisurely. Then, he skillfully rolled up the white cloth, held the black and purple pottery plate, carried the bag of gems, staggered into the crowd, and suddenly disappeared.