The sky is bright summer on the banks of the Red River

When Sarah heard this, she became even more anxious, and tried her best to suppress her excitement and whispered: "What?!" After almost, she calmed down, took a deep breath, and said, "Patriarch, don't go, okay?"

"Sarah, I'm a priest too. Of course I have a way to avoid this." Ming Xia came over and happened to stand in the beam of moonlight cast there, blinking at Sara, her dove gray eyes The moonlight's clear brilliance was extraordinarily silvery and compelling, even carrying a strange charm. Sara was speechless when she met these eyes, as if she would become useless if she came to Ming Xia for any reason.

"So, stay here and wait for me. If I don't come back before dawn, three days, at most three days later, no matter what happens, you must leave West Terrace and return to Tadmore." Ming Xia said solemnly .

Sarah looked at her and nodded emphatically.

"Good girl, that's the worst plan. I'll definitely be back before dawn."

After finishing speaking, Ming Xia gently pushed open the door of the room, bowed her waist, and walked silently to the backyard of the guest house downstairs, stepped on the spot during the day, and left it secretly.

The black figure suddenly merged into the pitch-black night, and ghosts began to run rampant in the indistinguishable colors.

The experience of committing crimes overnight is different. Ming Xia silently walked towards the most familiar Temple of the Storm God along the dark shadow in the corner of the wall under the moonlight.

Hittite monarchs of all dynasties would place their important secrets in this temple. On weekdays, no matter what kind of religious ceremonies, the door of this temple would not be opened.Except for the change of kingship, when the new king is crowned, the priests and priests of each temple will gather together, and after praying, the temple will be opened.

When Ming Xia held the position of Great Priest, he heard many of them intermittently.The God of Storms is also called the God of Thunder and Rain. Since the Tielepian era, the Hittite kings have called it this way. After the death of the king at that time, he was named the son of the God of Thunder and Rain, and he was in charge of agriculture.

Ming Xia had never entered this temple, and even missed its opening ceremony.Although it must be a more meaningful ceremony, Ming Xia's curiosity can be aroused more than the disappearing treasure.

She walked smoothly along the way, and when she sneaked to the corner of the street not far from the Tempest God's Temple, she saw a group of soldiers standing outside the gate patrolling and guarding as expected.She crouched in the shadow and watched from a distance, and when she was thinking about how to sneak in, she suddenly heard footsteps.

She held her breath, moved closer to the wall behind her, pricked up her ears, and watched the group of people vigilantly.

Judging from the appearance, it was a group of priests, all dressed in white robes and white cloaks with hoods.In the night, they were lighting torches and negotiating with the soldiers guarding the door.Ming Xia concentrated her mind and tried her best to listen to their conversation.

"We're going in now. Prince Alvada will come to pray tomorrow, so we'll have to make preparations early." The voice was thin and thick, but it should be a woman, around thirty or so.I was negotiating with the soldier, and I was still gesticulating. I didn't know what I was talking about with the soldier, but I heard her say: "Here is the roller stamp." Then, I couldn't hear it very clearly.

When Ming Xia heard the drum stamp, he suddenly came to his senses, it was the identity mark of every clergyman.It's just that she, who hasn't walked the normal route for a long time, almost forgot about it.Speaking of stamps, she also has them, but the identity represented by the roller stamp seems too scary now.When he was overwhelmed, he suddenly remembered that there was an ordinary stamp beside him when he was just a priest, but he didn't know if it was enough to enter this temple.

Forget it, try first and talk, if it doesn't work, retreat for this reason.Go through the side door later in the evening.

Thinking of this, Ming Xia took out the thing that had not been used for many years in her hanging space, and put on the priest's black robe. Basic equipment for clergy.After flashing into the space and tossing around again, Ming Xia also changed to another street corner. After taking a deep breath, he calmly walked towards the Temple of the Storm God.

Somewhat unexpectedly, when she walked up to the soldier guarding the gate of the temple and was about to show the roller seal, the soldier made a respectful gesture of inviting her in without even looking at her, and she was stunned. Ming Xia almost showed her feet.Fortunately, she has a strong psychological quality, so she calmly put away the stamp representing her identity, and walked into the temple calmly.

The scenery that gradually came into view was not much different from other temples. At this moment, the priests who came in before were kneeling and praying in front of the statue, singing ancient poems in their mouths, and placed them in the brazier in front of the statue. The entire temple was flickering.

Ming Xia walked very lightly. After entering the entrance of the main hall, she quickly turned a corner and hid behind the huge stone pillars in the corridor to find out the direction.According to the ancient map she studied day and night, now, she is going to find the entrance to the statue enshrined in the right side of the temple.

It's marked on that map, and the entrance is there.But the depressing question is, the right side hall is so big, there are so many statues, which one is it?No matter, let's go and have a look first.This time, Ming Xia strolled with extra care and vigilance.It seems that it took several times the time to enter the door before sneaking into the right side hall with great effort.

There was no light in the pitch-black temple, and Ming Xia, who was walking in the dark, was able to perceive the layout of the surrounding furnishings with the strong mental power he had cultivated over the years, so he survived the bumps and bumps in the night.

The night wind blew, and it was cold and cold.

Even Ming Xia, a guy with a particularly strong nerve, couldn't help but shudder.It seems that there is something uncomfortable here.She searched slowly, trying to find the key among this pile of god statues.

At this time, a slight sound was heard in the ear, like the sound made by extremely small particles rolling down from a high place.

This subtle movement sounded extremely loud in the silent night.

what? !

She was shocked, and her vigilance was raised to the extreme in an instant. To be honest, she was also afraid. Before she encountered the incident of time travel, she was still suspicious of metaphysics, but now, she believed it, it was because she was afraid of.

Suddenly, a light flashed in her mind, and the sound of rolling made her suddenly think of a stone rolling down a mountain, and then she instantly thought of a Hittite god.

God of mountains.

Find the idol of the God of the Mountains, who in Mesopotamia were the mystical powers of the earth and where all natural life gathered.In the Hittite mythology, many are inherited from Mesopotamia, so something so important must be there.

Intuition made Ming Xia full of confidence in an instant, as if at this moment, there was a light that illuminated the darkness on her way forward.

She quickly cheered up and searched among the many god statues.

As expected, after searching for a while, she found the statue, which was hidden in the corner of the side hall.

Ming Xia walked in front of the statue, relying on his mental strength to perceive the surrounding environment, and then according to the map in that chapter, stretched out his hands, grasped the statue, and began to twist the base of the statue slowly.Her experience of serving in the temple told her that the wisdom of the ancient nation is not as simple as imagined.Many of the exquisite mechanism settings will not be seen in later generations, even those who have seen it for 3000 years can only look at it with admiration.

For example, the statue she is spinning at the moment, if there is no mistake, should be connected to the underground secret room of the temple, because the wealth accumulation of Alina Temple that was turned into ashes in the fire is placed in the underground secret room of the temple .

This journey may have been too worrying and highly tense, and Ming Xia feels particularly strenuous in doing things at this moment.She really wanted to stop and rest for a while, but she didn't have the guts to do so.She has to be quicker. From the moment the sky is white, the new king will come to pray in this temple and kneel down to worship every statue.

When it rotated to the last place, it suddenly heard the muffled sound of 'cracking' coming from the ground, and immediately, a 'creaking' noise of rubbing against the stone wall sounded, and on the ground of the empty side hall, accompanied by the sound, a An underground stone step one meter wide.The dark entrance couldn't be seen to the bottom at a glance. In the darkness, it was more like the waving of the god of the underworld. The cold and damp earth atmosphere overflowed from the entrance with a smell of corrosion.

Ming Xia heaved a long sigh, and smiled gratifiedly.Sure enough, the original construction of these temples was identical internally.

She stood there holding her breath and condensed her breath for a while, and waited until the breath in it had almost dissipated, then took out a piece of cotton cloth from the storage earrings, wetted it with diluted white jade spring water, and made a simple mask , covering his nose and mouth, feeling the darkness, and relying on the perception of spiritual power, he quietly submerged into the deep black bottomless underground passageway.

Every step she stepped on the icy cold stone steps made Ming Xia shiver inwardly.She was both nervous and excited, it was a kind of contradictory mood, with such an agitated heart, she slowly groped down.

When the stone steps reached the bottom and there was no longer a path, what appeared in front of her was an empty room, and at the end of the room was a huge wall.

She froze on the spot, the map didn't say there was a wall here.

Unable to do so, she took out the oil lamp that had been prepared long ago in the space. A pea-sized dim light clearly illuminated the magnificent epic scroll on the stone wall in the darkness where she could not see her fingers.

It turned out that what was on the wall turned out to be a record of invasion 300 years ago.The above text is about the glorious record of Murshiri I leading the iron cavalry to sweep Mesopotamia. Well, for Hittites, it was indeed a remarkable record, but for the defeated country, it was a bloody and sad period. memories.

For Ming Xia, it was a true historical reappearance.

The magnificent battle scenes are turned into exquisite murals, in which the blood, tears and tragedies of generations are deposited.She stood in front of the mural, watching quietly, her mind full of thoughts.

Suddenly, she felt some soreness in her neck. She twisted her neck slightly, shook her head, and just turned her head to one side, and suddenly found that there were a few protruding reliefs at the end of the mural near the right. There is also a row of extremely fine cuneiform characters below, which is a bit blurred due to the age and the dampness of the ground.

Ming Xia hurriedly held up the oil lamp and moved closer to him, carefully measuring the writing on it.

It turned out to be a hymn, a poem praising the sun god.

The inexplicably protruding relief just now turned out to be some words and characters in the poem.These reliefs are inlaid on the huge murals, if you don't look at it from the side, you can't see it at all.There are four of them in the entire mural, arranged in a circle, and the symbolic meaning is precisely the sun in the sky.Ming Xia's heart skipped a beat, and he couldn't help becoming nervous.

Is this the so-called door lock? It turns out to be like this. Is the sequence of unlocking the lock hidden in these poems? !Ha, the design is really wonderful.

There are three sun gods in Hittite religion, one is Estan, the other is Alina, and the other is Katha Hazipri. Which one is it?Who is the extra one?

She leaned closer to read, and the cuneiform script said it was called Shamash.

It seems that there is no name for this god in memory? !

Ming Xia was also depressed, feeling as if she had returned to the ancient poetry fill-in-the-blank exam in the age of studying.

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