I bathe myself with the holy water collected from the temple and then pray in the small temple.

Everything is just a set ritual, when to get up, when to bathe, what is the scripture to read, how long to stay here, these are all according to the convention, the same is the same as the usual without mistakes, although I want to be serious, but I am often in a trance.

"Your Majesty," Tasha whispered outside the door, "Priest Sozak asks to see you." ”

I came back to my senses and whispered, "Let him in." ”

Priest Sozak walked in slowly in a snow-white robe, with a calm and graceful gait, and I was stunned for a moment, almost blurting out the word Immorton.

He was followed by a young monk, holding an old-looking wooden box.

"Your Majesty, Esis, congratulations on your wedding." He bowed deeply.

"Thank you for your blessings, Priest Sozak."

He stood up, his eyes drooping away from me, and said politely and respectfully, "I have come to present the temple with a congratulatory gift for your wedding. ”

"Thank you." I said, "Actually, you don't have to be so troublesome, you can ask someone else to send it over, it's so hot, you don't have to come in person." ”

Sozak smiled slightly: "No, this thing is different, you can't fake someone else." ”

I looked at him suspiciously, what was it?

"This ...... You should have kept it. It's just that His Majesty Isis has been busy and has nothing to spare, and we originally wanted to wait until the Pharaoh got married, and present this holy relic to the future princess for storage. Now I'm leaving it to you, it's really appropriate. ”

The monk behind him stepped forward, knelt down, and held the wooden box in his hand high. Sozak opened the lid of the box, and some faint soft golden light leaked out of the crack, I squinted, I don't know why, I suddenly felt a little dizzy.

"That's what it is...... The temple has passed down the Golden Sutra of the Sun from generation to generation. Sozak said: "I don't know how many years it has been handed down, and in each generation it was given to the great priest by the pharaoh for safekeeping, but every time there is a major ceremony of the royal family, this holy relic will be handed over to the pharaoh or the princess for safekeeping......

Inside the quaint wooden box was a large, pure gold book.

I couldn't breathe for a few seconds, for some reason, but I felt that in front of the book, it seemed that the slightly heavier sound was blasphemy to it. It's obviously just a lifeless object, but why does it feel this way?

I am no longer as intimidated by gold as I was at the beginning, but why does this heavy gold scripture have such a strong sense of coercion? By no means because it is made of gold. You know, I've seen even a house made of gold, and even if this book is valuable, it's by no means as exaggerated as the value of the golden house.

I picked up the book, and Sozak handed me a multi-angular Karakuri key box.

"When the ceremony comes, you can present it on the table in front of the gods." Sozak smiled slightly: "The previous pharaoh did the same when he married the princess. Then after the ceremony, I will put away this golden scripture again and store it in the temple. ”

In other words, it was not given to me, but was used as a ritual item.

"I see." I nodded. It turns out that this is the role and meaning.

He whispered, "Perhaps Your Majesty is willing to chant a verse for blessing now, and I will not delay you much longer." ”

"You're sorry, Tasha, send the priest out." I paused: "The ceremony of the high priest's enthronement will be held next month." When the time comes, Pharaoh and I will go to the ceremony. ”

Although Sozak was calm, he still showed a look of joy that did not match his calm expression, and bowed to me again: "Yes, thank you, Your Majesty. ”

Tasha whispered, "Priest, please." He slowly stepped back and turned away. The hem of his robe dragged to the ground and staggered away. That scene reminded me of the past, I only felt a sharp pain in my heart somewhere, and the golden scripture in my hand slipped and fell on the table with a bang.

"Ahh Tasha exclaimed, and hurriedly picked up the book to check. I looked left and right, and breathed a sigh of relief: "It's okay, it's not broken." But she paused and frowned: "If the pages inside are damaged, ......."

I nodded, turned the key around, and stuck it in the book, "Then check the inside." ”

Tasha took a step back: "Your Majesty, I can't touch this holy relic. ”

I looked up unexpectedly, "Really?" ”

"Yes, this book can only be opened and read by the royal family and priests."

I was a little curious: "You know this book too?" ”

"Yes...... I've seen it once. Tarsa was a little distracted: "At that time I was still young, two or three years younger than your current majesty, when I was the personal maid of the first princess, and when Pharaoh and the princess were married, I once saw the priests take this out, open the pages of the book and pray to the god Amun. ”

"That's right." I nodded, it turned out that the status of this holy relic was so important.

The pages of the book were opened with a soft thud.

I'm feeling dizzy again.

I think it's probably not because of this book, but because I can't sleep well at night.

Always wake up at night, maybe it's hot and stuffy, or maybe it's ......

I always have heart palpitations.

The heavy pages are engraved with delicate patterns, and the intricate spiraling is amazing.

The pages of the book were slowly opened, and the pages inside were also made of pure gold, I don't know how many years this book has been left in the world, but the gold is so pure and soft, there seems to be a halo on it, soft and beautiful, but people can't see the words engraved on the gold pages.

My fingertips landed lightly on the page, feeling the subtle touch of the unevenness, and the engraving on it passed through the bottom of my heart.

Praise God, Ramon.

We come from you and are sacred because of you.

The truth of the language, the tranquility of the heart, sip your light.

Past years, future times,

You will awaken life from its slumber.

I bowed my head, a slight departure from the verses I had chanted before, and the words on the golden scriptures were more concise and delicate. It's kind of like a read

I looked at it, and the pages weren't damaged.

"It's good that it's not damaged." Tasha patted her chest: "Otherwise, it won't be a good omen." ”

I don't think it's a sign of good luck or bad omen, but it doesn't reflect whether it's damaged or not. But apparently the ancients all thought so, don't we often rush to chant a broken (year) broken (year) peace when we break things?

"Well, then, the other Bible book should be in the temple as well." Tasha took the box containing the golden scripture, I closed the golden scripture, and was about to put it in, when I was stunned for a moment: "This scripture, there is another one?" ”

Tasha showed a regretful expression: "Princess, have you forgotten, in fact, on the funeral rite of the pharaoh, the ...... held by the priest of Kabuda"

"Ah, I remember."

The all-black scripture that Kabuda held in his arms like a treasure.

I have an impression...... That scripture is called the Black Sutra of the Dead.

It seemed to be a taboo subject that no one wanted to talk about, because it only appeared on the funerals of the high priests or pharaohs, chanting to send their souls into the realm of the dead.

No wonder Tasha wouldn't mention it, and the people in the temple never talked about it.

This book is always used in times of national mourning, who usually mentions it? That's a real touch.

"Has the book been kept by the temple all along?"

"Yes, Your Majesty." Tasha said respectfully, and then obviously changed the subject in a hurry: "Your Majesty, rest for a while, lunch is ready." ”

I nodded, and didn't mention the matter of the Black Book of the Dead: "Okay, set the meal." ”

On the day of prayer at the temple, the food is very simple, ordinary, and even somewhat coarse. Because of excessive meticulousness and extravagance, the pursuit of appetite and appetite will lead to incomplete purity of heart and piety, and then the prayer will lose its meaning. Not even wine and fruit juice, only the most ordinary water.

I ate two pieces of dry bread and drank water, and the hot air outside spread into the side chamber of the temple, where no sunlight was shining, and a thin bead of sweat oozed from my forehead.

The lingering uneasiness is like a dark cloud that always hangs overhead, as everywhere and all the time as the heat.