The place where the dialect descended on this plane was the pyramid dedicated to sacrifice, and not far away was the Inscription Temple of Chichen Itza, a ten-story pyramid with a total of 72 steps, and it was also the place where the sacrificial procession first set out.

"This is where I live on earth?" Fang Yan turned back to the priest and the king behind him and asked.

"Yes, Itsumna, this is the abode of the great gods." The priest replied cautiously, still not daring to look at the dialect.

"Hmm!"

Fang Yan nodded, stepped up the stairs, and slowly walked towards the top of the temple.

"Little girl, what does Itsumner look like in the eyes of the priest?" Fang Yan asked softly.

"In the eyes of the priests, It-Sumner was their patron god, creator of literature and science, lord of the gods, and in their imagination, the picture on the screen should be the true face of It-Sumna!"

Xiao obedient replied, at the same time, a photo appeared on the light screen, Fang Yan looked at it, and then looked at the Mayans around, and suddenly realized that the statue of "It-Sumna" in the modern ruins above the light screen had a similar face to them.

"Creator of words and science?" Fang Yan muttered, stepped on the last step, turned to look at the king and the priest who were still following behind him, thought for a moment, pointed to the priest and said, "My most devout devotee, you come in with me, I have forgotten too many things in the long years, and I need to ask. ”

Glancing at the king slightly, the little eyeballs began to gradually turn again after the panic just now, and seeing that Fang Yan did not summon himself, he shouted anxiously,

"Great Celestial, your devout believers ask to be served by your side."

Serve?

It should be said that it is a peep......

Fang Yan sneered, looked at the king, and said slowly, "God, omniscient, your heart is clear in my eyes, do not try to provoke God's authority." ”

"Great Celestial, I have no intention of offending your wrath ......"

The king behind him became anxious for a moment, and kept shouting loudly, looking at the dialect that did not look back, his eyes showed disappointment, and then slowly turned into vicious......

……

The stone buildings of different styles reveal a sense of history, and the exquisite frescoes scattered throughout the corridors add a sacred flavor to it, but the statues that appear from time to time add a touch of coldness to the temple, as if to tell the greatness and inviolability of God.

And the reason why they came in with Mayan priests instead of kings was because in Mayan society, priests were the intellectual class, mastered mathematics, astronomy and calendars, and building techniques, and were known as a bridge between man and god.

So, if you want to ask about the mysteries of the unknown Maya, then the priest is the best choice—with the greatest reverence for himself and at the same time knowing almost everything.

Walking slowly in the corridor, looking at the exquisite murals around him, suddenly, a mural with a different style appeared in front of his eyes.

"This is the fresco found in modern times? The one with astronauts and missiles? Fang Yan looked at it, and there was a hint of surprise in his tone.

"According to the comparison of the data, no, this should belong to another piece!"

The little obedient replied, but Fang Yan frowned, looked at the mural in front of him that had nothing to do with the surroundings, and slowly put his hand down.

Could it be that the Mayan civilization really came into contact with extraterrestrial civilizations? Or are they extraterrestrial civilizations in the first place?

The hard touch came, and the dialect couldn't help but think deeply about the encyclopedic knowledge of the Mayan civilization on the modern Internet.

The writing used by Maya is three-dimensional, while the Chinese language they use is only two-dimensional, and the English alphabet is one-dimensional......

Their year has 365.2420 days, which is only 0.0002 days short of modern accurate predictions, and in addition to the 260-day Zhuo Jin calendar, which accurately predicts lunar and solar eclipses......

Mathematically, they already had the concept of "0" and learned to use the decimal system of mathematics, which seemed so mysterious to them who had not yet entered the Bronze Age......

"My most devout believer, your God, has forgotten much over the long years, and now needs your answer!"

Thinking about it, Fang Yan beckoned to the priest behind him, then pointed to the thing on the mural and asked,

"The first question, where does this stuff come from?"

"From you, the great Itsumna, it was you who told us all this in your dreams, and then we carved it in your temple as an oracle." The priest replied, and walked slowly to the side.

"Huh?"

Fang Yan turned his head and looked at the priest next to him feigned anger. He has lived under the core values of socialism since he was a child, and firmly believes in Marxism and Mao Zedong Thought, of course, he will not believe in the stories of these so-called "gods......

As if sensing the questioning of the dialect next to him, the priest shuddered, as if recalling the power of destruction displayed by the dialect just now, and hurriedly said,

"Great Its Sumner, it's not that we stole your knowledge, you may have forgotten it, but it's really the knowledge you told us in your sleep......"

"Hmm!" Fang Yan nodded, not dwelling too much on this question, looking at the priest next to him who was overly influenced by divine power, shook his head, and continued to walk forward, "Besides, what else did I tell you in my sleep?" ”

"Our calendar, 365 days a year, and a wave of algorithms called 'mathematics' that we now use......" replied the priest, but to the ears of tongues, there was something incredible.

Almost all of the knowledge that surpassed the technology of the Mayan civilization was told by the Itsamna in their sleep, not from their own inventions.

"And what about your prophecies?" Fang Yan forced a trace of shock in his heart and asked the next question.

"It is you, the great Itsumna, who inform you of the oracle of the devout believers." The priest replied respectfully, "And all the oracles you have told you have come true. ”

"How many years ago was the last oracle I delivered?"

"One night before 764." The priest replied respectfully.

Fang Yan nodded, raised his steps and continued to walk forward, but unexpectedly the priest spat out a sentence again, "Great Itsumna!" All the knowledge we use now comes from your gift to us from 767 to 764 years ago. ”

"Huh?" Fang Yan stopped his steps and looked at the priest next to him who showed a fanatical gaze at him, and the doubts in his heart grew bigger and bigger,

"Your monthly oracle has allowed us to avert disaster and win wars, great Itsumna!" The priest looked at the tongues and replied respectfully.

Monthly?

Fang Yan looked at the priest next to him suspiciously, thinking of the situation he had crossed and what the priest had said, and the shock in his heart became more and more overwhelming......

"Little girl, I suddenly had a strange idea......"