Aztec Eternals

The spring breeze is warm, the grass is smoky on the road, the wonders stand tall, and the people bow lowly. Surrounded by the crowd, the two supreme theocracy leaders stood together in front of the sacred and ancient wonders of the pyramid, looking at each other calmly.

The high priest asked with a smile, and the old fox Petel lowered his eyes. Different emotions surged in the hearts of the two, which brought wonderful feelings. Some words, some ideas, only people with similar identities and similar experiences can discuss and understand each other. After a long while, the old fox smiled and talked about the principles of heaven in his mind.

"The inherited family of priests exists for the gods from generation to generation. They exercise the will of the gods, spread the glory of the gods, and enjoy insignificant rewards. The gods bestow nobles, gods bestow glory, the gods bestow blood, and the descendants of gods return faith! Holy! Because of blood and piety, those who rule the people and enjoy respect from generation to generation! This is the most difficult truth, from the Olmec era to today, how can it not be immortal?. And if the new Mexica alliance, It can continue for hundreds of years, and it will be the same in the end!"

"Oh? Patel, what you said seems to make sense."

Hearing this, the high priest raised his brows slightly and nodded with a smile. Looking at the spectacle in front of him, he spoke quietly, talking about the ideas buried in his heart for many years.

"It's just that, in my opinion, all things come into being and die, and they will eventually return to eternal sleep. It's just a matter of time. The five sun epochs reincarnate alternately, the gods die and reborn, and the world is destroyed and created. The so-called gods here are just tiny dust Sha, how can you escape?"

"Not to mention the mortal you and I, bearing the honor of the divine leader, but returning in a blink of an eye, I don't know where the soul is going!. From this point of view, the only immortality in the world is death, and all peoples are vain and we intend to maintain High and low, distinguishing between high and low, is just a tool to control the hearts of the people and rule the people!"

"Sitter, you! You!."

Hearing such blunt words, Petel's eyes widened, staring at the old man in front of him. He tried his best to suppress himself, so he didn't growl, "You are just coming back, and I will enjoy it for another ten years!". He couldn't 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 shatter the false name of the god that he has maintained all his life!

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

"Dear High Priest, you are right! We rule the peoples, relying on the tools that are deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, the real name. No matter how the times change, the tools will also change. There must always be someone who is superior and guides obediently and blindly Mothmen, don't you?"

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

"OK!"

"Hahaha!"

Hearing this, the High Priest laughed out loud, his bright eyes glowing. Petel also laughed, extremely wanton and joyful. The two old men who held the supreme divine power laughed happily together for a moment, and it seemed that they no longer had any dissatisfaction with each other, and they turned into sympathetic confidants.

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

"High Priest, please!"

After a while, the two stopped laughing. Petel stretched out his hand to feign, and the high priest nodded in greeting. The two walked up the stone steps and slowly climbed to the highest point of the pyramid.

After a while, the huge pyramid reached the top, revealing an ancient sanctuary. The statues of the gods are enshrined in the sanctuary, while the front yard is a semi-open-air pavilion.

More than a dozen priests and elders put on gorgeous robes and sat cross-legged in the exquisite gazebo. From the gazebo hung precious stones, gold and silver, and plumes, as many as corn on a stone pillar. In each of the four corners of the gazebo, there is a prepared incense burner, and several maids of Cardamom Nianhua.

Seeing the high priest coming, all the elders stood up and saluted respectfully. The high priest nodded slightly, as a return of courtesy. Then, he took the first seat, and Patel took the second seat. Everyone finished cross-legged, don't rush to discuss matters, but let the pure girl light the expensive spices.

Soon, the curling smoke surrounded the pavilion, bringing the breath of the kingdom of God. The high priest raised his brows, sniffed the scent of the divine smoke, and his expression immediately eased.

"Well, the top tobacco of the Mayans in the east, the agarwood essential oil of the Zapotecs in the south, the fish whale balm of the Huastecs in the north, the elk scent glands of the Tekos in the west, and the pomegranate of the Central Mexica Union Eh, there seems to be something else hidden? This breath...extra...comfortable?."

"Haha, you are indeed the High Priest of the Mexica Alliance, you are really well-informed!"

Petel smiled and praised. Then, he didn't make a fool of himself, and directly told Cholula's secret recipe.

"High Priest, this sacred smoke is carefully prepared by the holy city of Cholula. The whole world, only here!. In addition to ordinary spices, there are also 'sages' from the Oaxaca Valley, psychedelic sage , and 'tlitliltzin' (tlitliltzin) on the south coast, morning glory, and finally with the seeds of the magic morning glory"

"In order to keep the taste pure, we didn't use psilocybin and black feather jade from the northern wilderness, but added a little mandala. As long as the magic smoke is lit, the breath of the kingdom of God will follow in a short time , let us communicate with the gods!"

Hearing this, the high priest pursed his lips, frowned slightly, and then quickly let go. He has always been strict with himself, and has never indulged in the joy of "divine communication" like the priests of Cholula. But at this moment, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, he no longer restrained himself, and sniffed the burning smoke. Soon, boundless comfort hits my heart, making people feel like they are in the clouds.

Seeing the performance of the high priest, Petel smiled slightly. No matter where it is, the other party is 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 Akap.

"Let the saintess come over."

Petel made a gesture quietly and gave an order, and a maid left immediately. After a while, there was a group of slim girls, swaying lightly. They were all wearing thin gauze, revealing a graceful figure. Afterwards, the girls separated in twos and came to the priests and elders. One served the elders carefully, and the other hugged them from behind, acting as a soft back.

"Um?."

The high priest was startled. He leaned back slightly, feeling the softness just right, and the plain hands that kept stroking, he was really a little surprised.

"Peter, are you discussing things like this?"

"Haha, respected high priests, they are saints who serve the gods. They have been trained as priestesses since they were young. They are the most pure. You don't have to worry about it. You can ask for any needs. For them, being able to serve We are serving the gods, and we are supremely respected!"

Patel smiled, and tilted his head back again. Then, he stretched out his hand and played with another girl, as if admiring the white jade of suet. And the girl's face was full of the holiness of serving the gods, and the reverence from the heart.

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

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

This kind of sensual enjoyment, of course, also exists among the nobles of the Mexica Alliance. It's just that the alliance was not long ago, with a high-spirited and enterprising style, more advocating abstinence, and viewing pleasure as depravity. Among the upper-level rulers of the alliance, they have always been based on farming and warfare, admiring temperance and order, and admiring strength and bravery. All important discussions will be surrounded by warriors, and everyone will face each other in awe, and there will never be a maid present! .And such unrestrained extravagance, to be honest, he has never tried.

The high priest took a breath of contemplative smoke and enjoyed the tenderness for a moment, then he looked serious and sat up. Then, the corners of his mouth raised, he looked at Petel, his eyes were sharp, and he asked with great certainty.

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