Daming: At the start of the showdown, Lao Zhu was stunned

Chapter 622 Chinese Gods and Aboriginal Gods
The sound like a bell fell, and the ancient ritual music sounded. The music seemed to come from the deep river of time, it was vigorous and powerful, and the hair on the priest's body stood up when he heard it.The Chinese people also had solemn faces, looking at the two temples in front of them with a kind of pilgrim-like light.

The silk on the statues in the temple was slowly peeled off, revealing two solemn and sacred statues: the one on the left is a golden statue of the Yellow Emperor wearing a crown, several feet tall, wearing right robes, sitting on a complicated and gorgeous compass car. , with a peaceful expression, looking to the west.

On the right is the statue of Emperor Hongwu wearing a crown that reaches the sky, but he is sitting on a dragon chair. His appearance is dignified and majestic without being angry.Teach people to look up involuntarily.

The two golden statues were both lifelike, as if they were gods who had descended into the world. The moment they saw them, the indigenous priests felt cold sweat and fear in their hearts.

These two statues are more solemn and sacred than any statues of gods in any tribe.

"The Emperor Xuan was stolen to determine the calendar, and it lasted for ten generations and thousands of years of spring and autumn; Zhuolu raised incense and crowned the nine emperors and sixty-four people in worship. Only the emperor opened the Xuanzhou and turned it into Kunyuan. Righteous sacrifices to the emperor and the community are in harmony quilt……"

At the top, Tie Xuan has already begun to recite the sacrificial inscriptions in honor of the Yellow Emperor.Although the indigenous priest had learned some Chinese, he was shocked to find that he could not understand a single bit of this sacrificial text.

All I know is that this sacrificial text sounds melodious, full of holiness, solemnity, and mystery, and is far more "divine" than the prayers of priests of all tribes.

Looking at those solemn and solemn Chinese people, the indigenous priests felt a strong sense of inferiority.In front of these Chinese people, he felt suppressed from all directions, whether it was civilization or unity, tradition or strength.

At this moment, even the gods that ancestors had worshiped for generations were no longer a match for the two statues in front of them.

"...I am here to carry my armor from afar, and use my tin as a gift! With the power of my bow and sword, I can see the beacon smoke in Haidian. The thunderstorms in the skies of Hebei help the Chinese people to rejuvenate; the nebula of Fudan inspires the prosperity of China."

"Shangxiang!"

After the obscure and solemn sacrificial inscriptions were recited, a group of majestic soldiers presented tribute to the Yellow Emperor on the left.The priest noticed that Vice General Wang was among them. He was usually a bit indifferent, but his expression was extremely solemn at this time, as if he was completing some sacred mission, which made the priest pay more attention to him.

The Chinese immigrants followed closely behind, paying homage to their "gods" with an extremely elegant gesture, and then inserted the "thin wooden strips" that exuded a faint smoke in their hands into a beautiful container made of bronze. .The smoke coming together seemed to symbolize that these Chinese immigrants were becoming more united. Such sacrifices made the indigenous priests extremely jealous.

The graceful and solemn sacrifice continued, and the priest looked at it without blinking.After paying incense to the Yellow Emperor, the Chinese immigrants consciously walked to the right to kowtow in front of the statue of Emperor Hongwu.The behavior of hundreds of people seemed so orderly, and except for rituals and music, there was not a trace of noise.Such a scene was many times more solemn than the roaring and howling tribal sacrifices. It was the first time for the indigenous people to see such a scene. They were so frightened that they did not dare to say anything.

After a long time, a series of complicated procedures came to an end.The solemn atmosphere just now made the indigenous people almost breathless. Only when the sacrifice was over did they feel relieved.But the priest was still in the atmosphere of the Caixia immigrants' memorial ceremony just now, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

It wasn't until Zhang He, the man with the highest title, announced the banquet that the atmosphere among the Chinese immigrants became relaxed again.At this time, the square outside the temple was already filled with tables and chairs, and a taller stage was set up. On the stage, people were already preparing to start singing. The food and performances here were more exquisite than when they were in the east of the city. Much.

Soon some soldiers came over and led these tribesmen to have a meal and listen to the opera.The priest was led alone by a soldier to the main seat at the front.Here, Tie Xuan, Zhang He, Mao Xiang, and Deputy General Wang, who acted as translator, were already sitting at the table waiting.Several people invited the high priest to sit down for a meal. The high priest watched them use elegant chopsticks in an orderly manner, but he could only use his hands to pick up the dishes... He couldn't help but feel an annoying inferiority complex.

After drinking for three rounds, Tie Xuan winked at Vice General Wang. Vice General Wang took notice and asked the priest with a smile: "Old Ma, there is something I still can't figure out. You natives are thousands of miles away from us in China, but we are so different from each other. Why do they look so similar to us Chinese people?"

These words stunned the priest.He tried hard to listen to Vice General Wang's explanation, and then he realized that there are yellow people, black people, white people, etc. in this world.

Generally speaking, only the people around the Ming Dynasty are yellow people similar to the Chinese people, and most of these people have Chinese ancestry.Further away, there are white people with white skin and different-colored eyes.

The people in their tribe are obviously far away from Ming Dynasty, but they have similar appearances.It's really puzzling.

The well-informed priest couldn't answer this question, so Tie Xuan didn't ask further. Instead, he asked the priest about their gods and ancestors' stories.In this aspect, the priest was very familiar with the family treasures. Using aboriginal language mixed with unfamiliar Chinese and using various hand gestures, he told the myths passed down from generation to generation in the tribe one by one.

Sun God, Quetzalcoatl, the Great Flood, etc. When talking about the Great Flood, Tie Xuan suddenly interrupted him. "Great Flood? There is also a great flood in your legend?"

As he spoke, he pointed to the play "Dayu Controlling Floods" that was being performed on the stage.

The priest was stunned and looked blankly at the "people" running away from the "flood" on the stage.

"Perhaps, I know why we are so similar." Tie Xuan took a deep look at the priest. "According to our Chinese records, many compatriots were forced to flee their homes because the floods submerged the earth."

"I'm wondering why our legends are so similar. It's just because of the passage of time that there are some deviations in some details... but they are still generally similar. For example, the dragon is a god passed down from generation to generation in China, and you respect it. Very similar feathered serpents; the Yellow Emperor once dispersed the thick fog of Chiyou and restored light to the world, and you worship the same great sun god..."

"Even in many customs, you are the same as us Chinese people: you like to use feathers as decoration. We Chinese warriors still retained this tradition during the Han Dynasty and called it the 'Feather Forest Army'; your writing is obscure and difficult to understand. , but it is very similar to the inscription cast on the tripod during the Shang and Zhou dynasties of China. You are good at farming, and farming is the most fundamental inheritance of our China for thousands of years..."

Tie Xuan kept talking. Although the priest only understood roughly, he was very shocked.There was a guess in his mind that was almost ready to come out, but unexpectedly Tie Xuan had already expressed it before him.

"Could it be that you are our compatriots who were separated for more than 3000 years in the great flood?"

(End of this chapter)