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Chapter 137: Navalli Evans (Part 1)

When Navalli Evans was very young, the world in his eyes was the endless Sierra Madre that surrounded the entire village.

Navalli's mother is Mexican, as is his father.

But after the age of ten, when he was taken to the United States by his mother, his surname was changed to "Evans", which was his stepfather's surname.

The name "Navali" was given to him by his grandmother, who was a wizard in the village and inherited the rituals of the Aztec Empire from ancient times. Her body is always filled with the incense smell of "copal", which is a symbol of the ceremony.

According to her, the name "Navali" is a life closely related to Tezcatripoca, the main god in Aztec mythology, and its name contains life and soul.

When Navalli was eight years old, they had such a conversation.

"Nahuali, nahualli...do you know? It is the counterpart of Tezcatripoca in the world, symbolizing the supernatural power of Tezcatripoca. And the most famous counterpart of Tezcatripoca ——It is the jaguar. The jaguar warriors are the strongest existence in the Aztecs. They guard the safety of the kingdom, and they are the symbol of human strength compared with the strongest beast, the jaguar...

"—and besides the jaguar, Tezcatripoca has nineteen date symbols—crocodile, wind, home, lizard, snake, death, deer, rabbit, water, dog, ape, grass, Reeds, vultures, vultures, earthquakes, flint knives, rain, flowers...they are also the 'Navali' of Tez Catripoca, your life is endowed with so many meanings, your existence is Tez Catripoca Object of Zika Tripoca's blessing."

Listening to the grandmother's voice in a daze, Navalli vaguely felt that there seemed to be some lofty and distant existence staring at the grandmother who was telling everything. The gullies between the wrinkles.

However, Navalli, who would go out of the village every day to go to the church primary school in the neighboring town to receive universal education, recalled what the teacher said in class, and replied involuntarily:

"But, grandma...According to the school, Tezcatripoca is a kind of evil god, and after the arrival of the Spanish, the entire Aztec kingdom and its myths were destroyed. Does he really have such powerful power? ?”

"Evil God?"

Grandma's obsidian-like pupils are tightly locked on Navalli. She is the only wizard in the village. When she shows such eyes, it is said that even the cobra will be shocked and unable to move.

Navalli was shocked for a moment and held his breath.

"Why do you think Tez Catripoca is an evil god? Because of the living sacrifice?"

Grandma asked in an old but not muddy voice.

"Ah...it seems so, the teacher said so."

Navalli looked at his grandmother helplessly, and flinched.

But the grandmother didn't get angry, instead she just pondered for a while, and then continued to ask:

"Navali, do you know Toxcatl?"

"That is……"

"Toshcato is a grand celebration held every year before the Aztec Kingdom falls. The object of the sacrifice is Tezcatripoca, our main god.

"In order for Toshkato to be held smoothly, the kingdom will select a boy every year, teach him etiquette, give him favor, let him have sex with four young girls, day and night. Until the day when the ceremony is officially held, the boy Walk up to the temple barefoot and reach the top, the priest cuts out the heart with an obsidian knife and cuts off the head. The heart is used as a sacrifice, and the head is erected on the stone wall to announce the completion of the ceremony.

"The purpose of this ceremony is to please Tezka Tripoca. People believe that through Toshkato, the main god in heaven will enjoy the pleasures of the world through the youth's fresh life and return to heaven through the youth's death. God position. This is the case for a year, and the cycle repeats. At the same time, the gods who have fun will continue to take care of the kingdom and ensure the smooth continuation of the Aztec kingdom."

There was a smell of yellow books in the grandmother's voice, as if Navalli was caught in the scene of the grand celebration of the Aztec kingdom hundreds of years ago-people celebrating under the temple, above the temple The barefoot boy, the heart gouged out by the priest, the severed head...

After a long time, Navalli shivered, only to realize that he was already covered in sweat. The story told by his grandmother had a strong and holy smell of blood, which made him fall into it involuntarily, but it was obviously related to him in the church primary school. The education received contradicts the narrative.

So Navalli heckled back:

"But... this seems to be the style of the evil god..."

Grandma was still staring at him, and hugged Navali on her knees. The aroma of copal flooded into Navali's nostrils, making him sneeze a few times.

"Navali—do you know what an 'evil god' is?"

Navali froze for a moment.

Although there were many messy fragments in his mind, there was no sentence that could form a concept for a while, so he shook his head and waited for his grandmother to explain to him.

Grandma paused for a while, as if thinking about something.

After a long time, she said slowly:

"The so-called 'evil god' is a concept created in response to the 'righteous god'. Even if the killings caused by the 'righteous god' I enshrine are far better than the 'evil god', I can still use this to rule out heresy and denounce The god of the defeated.

"The Spaniards came across the ocean, holding the "Bible" in their hands, and killed the Aztec king. The germs they carried caused a pandemic of disease on the continent. In just a few decades, they created They have killed more than the Aztecs for hundreds of years...and in Europe, they attacked each other in the name of faith, and the blood was even more bloody-whether it was wearing a white shirt to guard the Crusade, or burning In the pillars of fire in the villages and alleys of the European continent, the corpses massacred in the name of their "righteous gods" piled up like mountains... But Tezcatripoca eventually became a smashed idol, and the god they believed in ruled the land instead. Even if you have created mountains of corpses and seas of blood, you don’t want to be stained with the filth of death at all... Because of this, you dare to reject our main god as an 'evil god'."

Grandma's narration is full of bloody killings, but her words do not contain a trace of resentment and anger.

She changed her words, shook Navali's body, and bit his ear:

"But... Navalli, this world will eventually become Tezcatripoca's world, do you know why?"

"...Grandma, why?"

"Because...in this world, only our gods can bring the only equality...that is death."

The memory of that conversation basically ends here.

Since the day he was eight years old, Navalli has shown great interest in Aztec mythology.

Although he still went to the church primary school, when he came home he would always indulge in the small mystical rituals that his grandmother performed with obsidian, bonfires and incense.

Ancient Aztec mythology.

The Legacy of Tez Catripoca.

The distinction between "evil gods" and "righteous gods".

As time went on, Grandma would also tell him more old stories around the campfire, as well as some ritualistic practices.

It was an extremely quiet day. In the small lakeside village of Catemaco, Veracruz, Mexico, the distant ancient history permeated the little boy's heart bit by bit.

It's just that those days ended when he was ten years old.

Because his mother, who had been missing for many years, returned to this village and was going to take her to the country further north of Mexico——America.