PFC Chapter 2622 Mayfly World (22)
Chapter 2622 Mayfly World (22)
Chapter 2622 Mayfly World (Twenty-two)
A little later, Clark flew out of the hotel and took a tour of the top of the Great Pyramid. He found that most of the tourists had dispersed, so the group left the hotel.
"Why do we have to be so sneaky?" Schiller said, turning the steering wheel with some dissatisfaction, "We could even call out Quetzalcoatl directly, but we had to sneak into the temple like thieves."
"Because tourism is a very important source of income." Martin checked the materials for the ceremony and said, "Although everyone who enters the Great Pyramid admires the glory of ancient Mexican civilization, and many people sincerely pray for the protection of Quetzalcoatl, if you really call him out, the tourists will be scared to death."
"Ye Gong likes dragons." Schiller thought for a long time but couldn't come up with a suitable English translation for this word, so he just said it in Chinese.
"In fact, Quetzalcoatl is not ugly. When I summoned it before, I took a vague look at it. It is much more beautiful than the ancestor god. But considering that many people are afraid of snakes, we should still be cautious."
The car soon arrived near the Great Pyramid, but it was night after all and the scenic area was not open, so they had to park the car out of the security guards' sight and sneak in on foot.
Martin had already prepared the spot during the day. He deliberately made some noise in the open space opposite and lit a will-o'-the-wisp with a talisman, successfully attracting the security guards' attention. Several people took the opportunity to sneak over.
The Great Pyramid at night is completely different from that during the day. It no longer has that solemn and magnificent feeling, but instead is a bit eerie and scary.
Martin found a good spot and began to place the relics. He said, "It's best not to hold out too much hope. The Aztec pantheon in your universe is in a very bad state. It's very likely that it has completely lost contact with the outside world."
"Why is this happening?" Schiller asked.
"There may be many reasons. The first is the weakening of faith." Martin paused and explained, "Natural gods are different from natural gods. Natural gods themselves are imagined by humans. In other words, it is man who created gods, not gods who created man."
"These gods imagined by humans need human faith. If humans do not believe in them, their power will gradually weaken. If humans forget about them, they will disappear."
"Another possibility is that although people have not forgotten them, the correct way to worship them has been cut off for some reason. No one knows how to contact these gods in the correct way. So although they still believe in them, the two sides cannot communicate. After a long time, they don't know how to respond."
Schiller nodded to show that he understood something. Martin placed a large circle of various sacrificial items in the empty hall. Schiller took a quick look and found a lot of corn, fur, and feathers.
The only thing that puzzled Schiller was that Martin was holding a large bucket of water when he got off the car. At this moment, he was holding the bucket and walking while chanting spells and pouring water out with his hands.
Schiller had seen many sacrificial ceremonies, but this one looked too primitive and quaint. In between chanting the spell, Martin had time to explain. He said, "Quetzalcoatl comes with rain. It hasn't rained in the past few days since we came. I asked a family for this water. They collected it on rainy days and prepared to use it to water the flowers."
"The sacrificial ceremony is not difficult to say. It is just to find some things that the primitive gods like, or things related to their duties, and put them together. By chanting spells to open up the channel, they will feel the aura of these things and naturally descend."
"It's a pity that Quetzalcoatl doesn't like living sacrifices, otherwise the smell of slaughtered animals would be the strongest and would easily trigger a response."
Schiller looked down at the ground and found that not only the corn was dried, but even the rice ears looked like they had been dried for a long time. Could it be that the dislike of living sacrifices had become so strict that even plants had to be dead?
"I have already contacted Quetzalcoatl, and I believe he is ready." Martin said, "When he comes over later, you should be able to talk to him directly. I guess he should be much easier to talk to than the ancestor god I know."
Soon a feather placed in the middle of the altar gently floated up. Schiller and Clark both stood at the edge of the altar and looked up at the feather flying higher and higher.
The feathers emitted a hazy glow, as if they were becoming part of some huge creature. Schiller did not see the face of Quetzalcoatl, only an extremely thick snake body.
All that was heard was an undisguised "Wow" from within Schiller's tower of thought.
Schiller looked into the Thinking Tower and saw that Jörmungandr's neck was stretched out long. If it weren't for the many Schillers pulling his tail, he would have jumped out of the Thinking Palace in one leap.
"You're great!" Jörmungandr grinned and said, "You can find such a beauty?!"
"Beauty???" Schiller repeated the word with some surprise.
Martin didn't understand, so he looked at Schiller and said, "Beauty? Quetzalcoatl is not a beauty. He has no gender. Most Aztec gods have no gender because their main god is the two-faced god."
“And in Aztec beliefs, Quetzalcoatl is also the sun god, or mainly the sun god, and the patron saint of craftsmen and soldiers.”
While he was speaking, the gigantic snake body in the air began to swim. Although it almost occupied the entire top of the magnificent tower, its swimming posture did not appear clumsy at all, and countless glittering scales formed a rippling galaxy.
Schiller could understand Jörmungandr to some extent.
Schiller could see that Quetzalcoatl was turning around, and soon a pair of huge wings appeared in front of everyone's eyes. However, to Schiller's surprise, the huge head that appeared afterwards did not look like a snake head at all...Isn't this a dragon???
Schiller was really a little surprised. He stared at the huge head that was slowly falling down and said a word in Chinese, "Dragon???"
The huge eyes opened, with surprise no less than Schiller's in them, and the huge head slowly moved closer.
"who are you?"
Standard Chinese pronunciation.
Schiller was a little confused. He looked at Martin, who also looked confused because he couldn't understand Chinese.
Schiller instinctively stretched out his hand, and a dragon whisker slid across his hand. It was as if the Quetzalcoatl had just remembered something, and all the dragon whiskers gradually faded away. The dragon face that Schiller felt familiar with became more and more gorgeous and dangerous.
Soon the dragon's features completely disappeared, leaving only the snake face that Schiller had expected. This face was more in line with the eerie and mysterious atmosphere of the Great Pyramid than the solemn dragon head.
"What do you want to summon me for?"
Schiller could tell he was speaking Indian, but Schiller couldn't understand Indian either. Martin immediately came over and started talking a lot in Indian with a Spanish accent.
But after a while, Quetzalcoatl began to speak Chinese again. He looked at Schiller and said, "Tell this guy to stop speaking. I don't know where he learned Indian language, but he learned it so poorly. I can't understand what he is saying."
“He told you to stop talking,” Schiller told Martin in English. “He said your Indian was terrible.”
Martin looked hurt.
"I don't understand." Schiller looked at Quetzalcoatl and communicated with him in Chinese: "Why are you a dragon?"
"Why can't I be a dragon? Have you read the Classic of Mountains and Seas?"
Schiller was completely stunned.
"The Classic of Mountains and Seas: Great Wilderness North Classic says: In the northeast corner of the Great Wilderness, there is a mountain called Xiongli Tuqiu. Yinglong is at the southernmost point. He killed Chiyou and Kuafu and could not go up again. Therefore, there were several droughts. When there was a drought, he took the shape of Yinglong and it rained heavily."
When this standard ancient Chinese text echoed in the Great Pyramid, Schiller felt that his CPU was a little overheated.
"So you are Yinglong?"
"Of course."
"So what is your relationship with Quetzalcoatl?"
"It's all me." Quetzalcoatl replied, "I am the giant Yellow Dragon God. I once gave the Heluo Book of the heavenly world to Fuxi, the ancestor of mankind. Later, I helped Huangdi defeat Chiyou, opened the Dragon Gate and carried Huangdi to heaven."
Schiller suddenly realized that Martin had just said that Quetzalcoatl was born from feathers, and in ancient Chinese mythology, Yinglong was the first generation rain god and thunder god, who could control the clouds and rain and ensure good weather.
It is also recorded in "Classic of Mountains and Seas" that the reason why the south wind brings heavy rain is because after Yinglong defeated Chiyou, he headed south, and there were thunder and heavy rain along the way.
Moreover, whether it is the Quetzalcoatl in Mayan mythology or the Yinglong in ancient Chinese mythology, the specific descriptions of their appearance are exactly the same, both are giant snakes with wings.
Unlike the dragon with antlers on its head that the Chinese later knew, Yinglong is more like a snake with wings, or it can be said that the wings are the most important. Yinglong is the ancestor of the dragon and the phoenix, so it has the characteristics of both dragon and phoenix, which is significantly different from the later Jiaolong and Lilong.
But the problem is that China and Mexico are tens of thousands of miles apart. How could the gods of these two places be the same?
Schiller raised his question, Yinglong sighed, and said: "Back then, the battle between Huangdi and Chiyou was so fierce that the sun and moon lost their light. After Huangdi won, although the gate of heaven was opened and he could ascend to the heavenly world soon, he was grateful for the help of the people. The heaven and earth worked together, so he made me control the clouds and rain, and bless the plants and animals..."
Schiller gradually understood, and then he said, "Did you two get off track in the excitement?"
"Not too far off." Ying Long looked around and said, "It was mainly because the movement of the Tianmen opening was too loud."
"In short, Xuanyuan and I have been in heaven for thousands of years. Because the dragon clan has many descendants, I rarely offer sacrifices. But one day I suddenly heard someone calling me. I went down and saw that it was not the land I was familiar with."
Schiller understood everything. He said, "You two made too much noise and were seen by the Mayans. So they thought you were the god who controlled the wind and rain?"
"Not only did they see it, but the rain also fell on this land. At that time, there was a drought here, so the people here naturally revered me as a god."
"But what about the myths and legends? You have a father and three siblings?"
"That is also true. At that time, they worshipped me as a god. I enjoyed the sacrifices and naturally bestowed blessings. However, I did not become a god because of their belief, so I did not need their offerings. I chose to leave the sacrifices to those newly born gods."
"But later, this pantheon gradually weakened, and in order to prolong their lifespan, I began to accept animal sacrifices. One of them expressed dissatisfaction with me, and we had a big argument, and I went east and returned home."
Schiller remembered the myth story he had heard from Martin before. It turned out that when Quetzalcoatl was sad, he did not run back home to find his father, but ran back to find Huangdi.
Schiller noticed that Yinglong's expression was a little cryptic, so he knew that there must be something else. Curiosity prompted him to ask, and after asking for a long time, Yinglong finally spoke hesitantly.
"I don't bother to argue with them, but...but the gods here are indeed a bit too unrestrained..."
Yinglong hesitated for words, but finally said, "The way the man who quarreled with me took revenge on me was to commit incest with our two sisters. He thought that this would humiliate me... It was really disgraceful."
Looking at the rich and colorful expressions on Yinglong's snake face, Schiller couldn't help laughing out loud.