Chapter 297: The Empire of the Past

Get off at the stop outside the resort.

Several totem poles are brightly colored, with totems in the shape of human faces painted on the top, and artistic images of animals, the sun, and the ocean below.

The Indians on the northwest coast of North America only used this kind of thing, usually to record stories of historical events and myths and legends.

Yougen only painted a few ships, and many people fell to the ground, which meant death, Han Xuan guessed that it was related to the massacre of the colonists in the Age of Discovery, and with the technology of the Indians, it was impossible to make such a complex ship.

I circled around a few pillars, two of which were describing this matter, and many complicated patterns were incomprehensible.

Walking to the ticket gate, he smiled and said to a young Indian woman, "Is there a tour guide?" My uncle wants to ask them to help introduce the attractions, this place is really beautiful." ”

"Well, of course, on the entire west coast of California, our Kukulkan tribe in Monterey Bay has the oldest history, dating back to BC.

If you want a guide, please go to the first room over there, someone will arrange it for you, the sun will set here and there will be a bonfire party, if you are interested, you can stay and see. ”

"There are three of us, how much is the ticket?"

"If you ask a guide, you can skip the entrance fee, just pay him eighty dollars. ”

"Thank you. ”

"It's okay"

The Indians here dressed themselves in animal skins and bark cloths, and after many birds became protected animals, the original headdresses were replaced by male caragana tail feathers, or directly replaced with artificial false feathers, and their faces were smeared with paint.

There are quite a lot of tourists, who flock to the stalls to pick up souvenirs, silver ornaments and bone products and other knick-knacks, a few dollars a piece.

The walls of the houses here are made of sun-dried bricks.

The exterior is painted with mud, and the roof is made of rope tied to wooden beams. It was covered with grass, and California was so rich in rain that it was made into a flat-roofed house, and Han Xuan was curious about how they were not afraid of leakage on rainy days.

Houses vary in size, usually four or five stories high, with a stove for baking bread at the door.

Each floor of the house moves backwards in sequence. As a step to a higher store, look closely at the roof made of cedar heads, with the end of the wall pierced through the wall, covered with several layers of branches, and above it is a thick layer of muddy hay.

Follow the instructions and go into the house.

Countless intricate patterns come into the eyes, and unknown fragrances come to the nose, as if it is a prayer room, and several men of different ages sit on the wooden pier and chat. He spoke rapidly and in Indian language, and could not understand what was being said.

Seeing someone come in, an Indian man in his twenties near the door spoke in a unique voice, "You need a guide?"

"Yes. ”

"It's my turn, eighty dollars for two hours, one hundred and fifty dollars. There is no time limit, and souvenirs will be given. ”

A middle-aged man said.

"Do you know anything about the cave paintings?"

"Of course. Every Kukulkan Indian, the first thing to do after birth is to learn the totem, if you want to go, hurry up, and bring torches when it gets dark, come with me, my name is Geronimo......"

Semi-forcibly take them out. No substitutions are given.

Passing by the introduction of scenic spots, most of them are barns, prayer rooms and other humanistic buildings, which are more than 200 years old. How long does the history of the United States be.

Walking through the woods, I vaguely saw a towering building in the sunset, thirty or forty meters above the ground, I didn't hear him speak, Han Xuan pointed and asked, "What is that?"

Geronimo looked reverent, "The pyramid used by the tribesmen to worship the gods and bury the flesh of their ancestors.

Sorry, it's not open to outsiders, and even if we can only go there on November 1st or 2nd to welcome the spirits of our ancestors.

There is also the festival of the sun on June 24 every year, where the sun god is sacrificed to give us food and living space, where do you come from? If it is half a month late, this place will be closed, and no one will be allowed to enter the tribe during the festival. ”

Jason replied, "Los Angeles, we're tourists from Los Angeles." ”

"Los Angeles, I've been there once, historically the whole of California, now Nevada and parts of Oregon are our territory, when the patriarch was the king of dozens of tribes, this majestic pyramid was built during that period, it has a history of thousands of years!"

"Mr. Jeronimo, I have heard of the legend of the treasure of the Indian chieftain, is it true?" Han Xuan's tone was admiring, wanting to inquire from him, if anyone could clearly know the inside story, it would definitely only be Indians of the same race.

"There are many people who have come to ask about the treasure, and there are indeed rumors about it in the clan, but I don't know if it's true, if the ancestral treasure is still there, we won't be like this. ”

Jeronimo stretched out his hand and pointed to the walkie-talkie on his body, laughing at himself, "At that time, the small tribe paid us Kukulkan with treasures and food, praying for peace.

It stands to reason that the ancestors were very rich, maybe they were robbed by the Portuguese and Indians at that time, and our tribe starved to death more than 2,000 people in a famine a few decades ago, if you can leave us some wealth, that situation will never happen, damn invaders!

Oh no, I'm not talking about you, it's all in the past. ”

Jason and Gargunon smiled, and Han Xuan spread his hands: "I am a Chinese who immigrated over"

A few minutes further on.

The cave is on the cliff by the sea.

As you pass the carved stone steps, you will encounter a group of returning tourists.

The waves crashed against the cliffs, and the feet were wet and a little slippery.

Jason put his hand on Han Xuan's shoulder and asked him, and followed JerΓ³nimo into the cave.

The entrance to the cave is more than two meters long and wide, and only a little light can shine in.

The torches were blazing, the whole cave was more than thirty meters wide, and the stone walls had sharp edges and artificial marks, as if a cliff had been hollowed out, and with the technology of the time, it was not difficult to imagine how many years it would take to complete.

There are countless dark red or black patterns on the rock wall, among which the patterns record the hunting and grazing, and the air near the sea is humid, and some patterns have become blurred because of age, and unknown black fungi grow in the cracks.

"It's talking about the sacrifice to the sun god, look at this pattern, it represents the sun, and those line figures are our ancestors. ”

Han Xuan looked at it, the pattern looked like a kindergarten child's graffiti, and the sun was an irregular circle, plus a few wavy lines.

"And this one, they're digging a cave, and there's a cave under that pyramid, which is said to have taken thousands of slaves more than forty years to complete, which is bigger than here.

Look at what they are holding in their hands, they can already make iron tools.

Look at it, California giant sequoia, it's the only tree that allows ancestor worship."

Someone who doesn't understand Jeronimo will explain.

An evening breeze blew, and there was an eerie sound in the cave.

Han Xuan shrank his neck slightly, looked back, and seemed to have heard this voice somewhere...... (To be continued.) )