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。 The Pilaschi people were the first inhabitants of ancient Greece www.biquge.info the Pilaschian people. Their king is Inakus. He had a daughter named Io.

Once, when Io was shepherding sheep for his father in the Lena meadow, the ruler of the sacred mountain of Olympus saw her and fell in love with her. The flame of love in Zeus's heart grew hotter and hotter, so he disguised himself as a man, came to the world, and seduced and teased Io with sweet words: "Oh, young girl, how blessed you are! But no mortal in the world is worthy of you, and you are only fit to be the wife of the king of the gods.

Let me tell you, I am Zeus, you don't have to be afraid! It's hard to beat the heat at noon, come with me to the shade of the tree on the left to rest, why are you tormenting yourself in the scorching midday sun? You go into the shadowy woods, don't be afraid, I'm willing to protect you. I am the god who clings to the scepter of heaven and can send lightning directly to the earth. “

The girl was very frightened, and ran as fast as she could to escape his temptation. If it weren't for the Lord God's power to plunge the entire region into darkness, she would have escaped. Now, she's wrapped in a cloud.

She slowed down for fear of hitting a rock or stumbling into the water. Therefore, it fell into the hands of Zeus.

Hera, the mother of the gods, was the wife of Zeus, and she was well aware of her husband's unfaithfulness. He turned his back on his wife, but he was indiscriminately loving to the daughters of mortals or demigods. Hera's suspicions grew day by day, and she closely monitored her husband's pleasure-seeking behavior in the world.

At this time, she was suddenly surprised to find that there was a place on the ground that was also cloudy on a sunny day. That's not natural. Hera became suspicious and sought out her unfaithful husband. She searched the sacred mountain of Olympus, but she could not find Zeus. "If I'm not mistaken," she muttered to herself, exasperated, "my husband must be doing something to hurt my feelings!" So she descended from the clouds to the earth, and ordered the thick fog that enveloped the seducer and his prey to disperse quickly.

Zeus anticipated the arrival of his wife, and in order to escape his beloved girl's revenge, he turned the lovely daughter of Inakos into a snow-white heifer. Even after becoming like this, the handsome Io is still beautiful. Hera immediately saw through her husband's ruse, pretended to praise the beautiful animal, and asked whose heifer it was and what breed it was.

Zeus, in his embarrassment, had to lie that the cow was nothing more than an earthly creature, a purebred. Hera pretends to be satisfied with his answer, but asks her husband to give the beautiful animal to herself as a gift.

What should the deceived people do now? He was torn between a dilemma: if he granted her request, he would lose his lovely girl, and if he refused her request, he would arouse her suspicion and jealousy, and as a result the unfortunate girl would be viciously retaliated.

After thinking about it, he decided to give up the girl for a while and give the heifer to his wife. Hera pretended to be satisfied, tied a strap around the heifer's neck, and triumphantly led the robbed girl away.

However, although the goddess said that she had deceived the cow, she was still not at ease in her heart. She knew that if she couldn't find a reliable place to put her rival in love, she would always have peace in her heart. So, she found Argos, Alisto's son.

This monster seemed to be particularly suitable for the messenger of the guard, and he had a hundred eyes, one of which was closed in his sleep, and the rest were open, shining like stars, bright and spiritual.

Hera hired Argos to guard poor Io so that Zeus could not take his fallen lover. Under the watchful eye of a hundred eyes of Argos, Io spends her days grazing on the grass that grows with abundant grass.

Argos stood near her at all times, staring at her with a hundred eyes, faithfully fulfilling his duties as a caretaker. Sometimes, he turned his back to the girl, but he could still see her because he had eyes on the front and back of his head.

When the sun went down, he chained her neck. She ate bitter grass and leaves, slept on the hard, cold ground, and drank the filthy pool water, because she was a heifer. Io often forgets that she is no longer human.

She wanted to stretch out her poor hands and beg Argos for mercy and sympathy, but she suddenly remembered that she had no arms. She wanted to plead with him in touching words, but when she opened her mouth, she could only let out a moo roar, and even she was startled when she heard it.

Argos did not always watch over her in a fixed pasture, as Hera instructed him to constantly change Io's abode, making it difficult for Zeus to find her. In this way, Io's guards led her to graze cattle in various places. One day, Io finds herself in her hometown, on the banks of a river where she used to play as a child.

At this time, Io saw her face for the first time in the clear water. When a horned beast's head appeared in the water, she was so frightened that she involuntarily took a few steps back, not daring to look any further. With a deep attachment to her sisters and her father, Inakos, she came to them, but they didn't know her.

Inakos stroked her beautiful body and fed her a handful of leaves from a small tree. While Io licked his hand gratefully, caressing it with tears and kisses, the old man didn't know anything, he didn't know who he was touching, and he didn't know who was thanking him just now.

Finally Io came up with an idea to save herself. Although she had become a heifer, her mind was not damaged, and she began to draw a line on the ground with her foot, an action that caught her father's attention. Inakos quickly knew from the writing on the ground that it was his own daughter standing in front of him. "Oh my God, I'm an unfortunate man!" The old man exclaimed, stretched out his arms, and hugged his daughter in distress tightly, "I have traveled all over the country to look for you, but I didn't expect you to become like this!" Alas, it is sadder to see you than not to see you! Why don't you speak? Poor thing, you can't give me a word of comfort, you can only answer me with a cow's cry! I used to be so stupid, I was bent on choosing a suitable husband for you, thinking about buying you a bridal torch and rushing for your future wedding.

Now, you've become a cow" Before Inakos's words could be finished, Argos, the brutal guard, snatched Io from Inakos's hands and led her away. Then, climbing a high mountain himself, he watched warily with his hundred eyes.

Zeus could not bear the long torture of the girl. He summoned his son Hermes to him and ordered him to use cunning to induce Inakos to close all his eyes. Hermes took a stobering thorn stick, left his father's palace, and landed on earth.

He dropped his hat and wings, carried only a stick, and looked like a shepherd. Hermes called for a flock of sheep to follow him to the meadow. This was the place where Io nibbled on the tender grass and Argos watched over her. Hermes drew a shepherd's flute.

The shepherd's flute was antique and elegant, and he played music more beautifully than the shepherds of the world, and Argos loved the enchanting sound of the flute. He got up from the stone on which he sat on a high place, and cried out, "Friend of the flute, I welcome you warmly, whoever you are."

Come on, sit down on the rock next to me and rest for a while! The grass is not as lush and tender as it is here. Look, how comfortable it is in the shade! “

Hermes said thank you, climbed up the hill, and sat down beside him. The two of them struck up a conversation. The more they talked, the more speculative they became, and before they knew it, the day was almost over. Argos yawned a few times, and a hundred eyes were drowsy.

Hermes blew the shepherd's flute again, trying to lure Argos to sleep. But Argos was afraid of his mistress's anger, and did not dare to let go of his duties. Even though his hundred eyelids were almost out of reach, he fought desperately against drowsiness, letting some of his eyes sleep first and leaving the others open, keeping his eyes firmly on the heifer to prevent it from escaping.

Argos had a hundred eyes, but he had never seen such a flute.

He was curious and inquired about the origin of the flute.

"I'd love to tell you," said Hermes, "if you're not late in the day, and have the patience to listen, I'll be happy to tell you." Once upon a time, in the snow-capped mountains of Arcadia lived a famous goddess of the mountains and forests, her name was Hamadriades, also known as Xuzhenks.

At that time, both the god of the forest and the god of agriculture, Saturn, were infatuated with her beauty and pursued her passionately, but she always skillfully escaped their pursuit because she was afraid of getting married. Like Artemis, the sashed goddess of the hunt, she was to remain celibate and live a virgin life, but at last when the mighty mountain god Pan roamed the forest, he saw the goddess and approached her, eagerly courting her by virtue of his pre-eminent position.

But she rejected him, ran away, and soon disappeared into the vast grassland, and she fled all the way to the Latong River. The river flowed slowly, but it was too wide for her to wade through.

The girl was so anxious that she begged her patron goddess, Artemis, to take pity on her and help her change her appearance before the mountain god could chase her. At this time, the mountain god Pan ran in front of her. He opened his arms and hugged the girl standing on the bank of the river.

But to his surprise, he found that it was not the girl who was hugging, but a reed. The mountain god let out a melancholy lamentation, and his voice became thick and loud as it passed through the reed pipes. This wonderful sound finally comforted the disappointed gods.

"Well, O transfiguring lover," he cried out again in sudden joy in agony, "even so, we will be united!" Then he cut the reeds into small poles of different lengths, joined them with wax, and named his reed flute after the maiden Hamadriades. From then on, we called this shepherd flute Xurenx. “

Hermes was telling the story while looking at Argos intently. Before the story was finished, Argos's eyes closed one by one. At last, all 100 of his eyes were closed, and he fell into a deep slumber.

Now that Hermes had stopped playing the flute, he touched the hundred eyes of Argos with his scepter, causing them to sleep more deeply. Argos finally fell asleep uncontrollably, and Hermes quickly drew a sharp sword hidden in his jacket pocket and cut off his head by the neck.

Io was freed. She still looks like a heifer, but the rope around her neck has been removed. She happily ran back and forth on the grass, unrestrained. Of course, none of what happened in the Nether escaped Hera's gaze.

She has come up with a new method of torture against her rival in love. It so happened that she caught a gadfly. She let the cow bite the cute heifer so much that the heifer couldn't bear it anymore and almost went berserk. Terrified, she was chased by gadflies and fled all over the world. It fled to the Caucasus, to Scutia, to the Amazon, to the Bosphorus, to the Sea of Assef.

She crossed the ocean to Asia. Finally, after a long journey, it came to Egypt in despair. On the banks of the Nile, Io was so tired that she knelt on her front feet and raised her head to look up at the sacred mountain of Olympus, her eyes pleading.

When Zeus saw her, he was deeply moved, and he felt pity, and he immediately came to Hera. He embraced her and asked her to show mercy to the poor girl. Although the girl was lost, he said that she had not tempted him, and that she was innocent. He pointed to the River Styx, the river where yin and yang meet, and swore to his wife that in the future he would give up his love for the girl and no longer pursue her.

At that moment, Hera also heard the heifer crying for advice towards the sacred mountain of Olympus. The Mother of the Gods finally relented and allowed Zeus to return to Io's original form.

Zeus hurried to the Nile and reached out to stroke the back of the heifer. Miracles came at once: the unkempt hair on the heifer disappeared, the horns were retracted, the eyes of the heifer became the lips of a small man, the shoulders and hands appeared, the hooves suddenly disappeared, and all but the beautiful white color of the heifer disappeared.

Io slowly stood up from the ground. She has regained her beautiful image of Chu Chu, which is particularly pitiful. It was on the banks of the Nile that Io gave birth to a son Epafus for Zeus, who later became king of Egypt.

The local people loved this miraculously saved woman and revered her as a goddess. Io ruled the place for a long time as a female monarch. However, she never received Hera's complete forgiveness.

Hera instigated the savage Cuetes to snatch her young son, Opafus. Io had to wander around again in search of her son.

Later, Zeus killed the Kuet with lightning, and she found her son on the border with Ethiopia.

She returned to Egypt with her son, who assisted her in governing the country.

When Opafus grew up, he married Menfiz and gave birth to a daughter, Libia. The Libyan region was named after her, because the daughter of Opafus used to have this name.

Epaphos and his mother were revered and loved in Egypt. After their deaths, in their honor, the Egyptians built temples for them and worshipped them as gods, she was the god Isis and he was the god Apis.

The palace of the sun god is supported by ornate columns, inlaid with sparkling gold and brilliant gemstones. The cornices are inlaid with snow-white ivory, and the two silver gates are carved with beautiful patterns and human figures, recording countless beautiful and ancient legends in the world.

One day, Phaedon, the son of the sun god Phobos, stepped into the palace to talk to his father. He didn't dare to get too close, because his father exuded a scorching heat, and he couldn't stand it if he got too close.

Forbos was dressed in bronzed clothes. He sat on a throne adorned with dazzling emeralds, and to his right and left stood his civil and military retinue. On one side is the god of the sun, the god of the moon, the god of the year, the god of the century, etc., on the other side is the god of the four seasons: the god of spring is young and delicate, wearing a flower necklace, the god of summer has a bright eye, dressed in golden wheat ears, the autumn god is full of manners, holding fragrant and attractive grapes in his hands, the winter god is cold, and the snowflake-like white hair shows infinite wisdom. Forbos, who had a pair of discerning eyes, was sitting precariously and was about to speak, when he suddenly saw his son coming. The son was secretly surprised to see the mighty guard of honor in heaven and earth.

"What wind has brought you to your father's palace, my child?" He asked kindly.

"Dear father," replied Phaethon the son, "for there are people in the earth who laugh at me and insult my mother, Clemene." They said that I claimed to be a son of heaven, but I was not, and that I was a mongrel, and that my father was a wild man whose name was unknown.

So I have come to ask my father to give me some proof that I am your son to the whole world. “

When he had finished speaking, Forbos gathered the light around his head and told his young son to take a step closer. He embraced his son and said, "My child, your mother Clymine has told you the truth, and I will never deny that you are my son, wherever you may be." To dispel your suspicions, ask me for a gift.

I swear by the River Styx that your wishes will be granted! “

Without waiting for his father to finish, Phaethon immediately said, "Then please first fulfill my long-cherished wish, and let me have one day to drive your winged sun car alone!" “

The sun god was terrified, and his face showed a look of regret. He shook his head three or four times in a row, and finally could not help but exclaim, "Oh, my child, how good it would be if I could take back my promise!" Your demands are far beyond your strength. You're young, and you're human! No god dares to make such arrogant demands as you do.

For none of them could stand on the axle of the flame-spewing car except me. My car had to go through steep roads. Even in the morning, when the horses are energetic, pulling the cart is difficult. The midpoint of the journey is high in the sky.

When I stood in the car and reached the top of the sky, I also felt dizzy. As soon as I looked down and saw the vast expanse of the earth and the ocean unfolding before my eyes, my legs trembled with fear. After passing the midpoint, the road takes a sharp turn and you need to hold on to the reins firmly and drive carefully.

Even the goddess of the sea, who was happily waiting for me below, was often worried that I would fall from the sky to the bottom of the sea without paying attention. You just have to think about it, the sky is constantly spinning, and I have to do my best to keep it parallel to it. So even if I lend you the car, how can you drive it? My dear son, give up your wish while it is still too late.

You can repeat your request to choose one from all the riches in heaven and earth. I swore by the River Styx, you get what you want! “

But the young man was stubborn and refused to change his wishes, but his father had already made a sacred oath, so what should he do? He had to take his son's hand and walk towards the sun car. The axles, wheels, and wheels are gold.

The spokes on the wheels are silver, and the bridles are embedded with sparkling gemstones. Phaethon was amazed by the exquisite craftsmanship of the solar car. Before I knew it, the sky had broken and the east showed a hint of morning glow.

The stars disappeared one by one, and the corners of the crescent moon disappeared into the western sky. Now, Forbos ordered the goddess of time to hurry up and mount her horse. The goddesses brought out the flaming-breathing horses from the luxurious manger, and the horses were fed with feed for immortality.

They were busy putting on their beautiful bridles. The father then anointed his son's cheeks with holy anointing so that he could withstand the raging flames. He put the shining sun hat on his son's head, and warned him with a constant sigh:

"Child, never use a whip, but hold on tightly to the reins. Horses will gallop on their own, and you have to control them to make them run slower. You can't bend down too much, or the ground will be blazing, or even blazing. But you can't stand too high, be careful not to scorch the sky. Go up, the pre-dawn darkness is gone, grab the reins! Or the lovely son, who has time to reconsider, abandon your delusions, and give me the chariot, that I may give light to the earth, and you stay here.

As if he had not heard his father's words, the young man jumped into the car with a whoosh, grabbed the reins in high spirits, and nodded to his worried father in gratitude from the bottom of his heart.

Four winged horses neighed, their scorching breaths spewing sparks through the air. The horse's hooves stamped, and Phaethon let the horse pull the wheels, and it was about to set off. His grandmother, Thetis, who did not know the fate of her grandson Phaethon, stepped forward and opened two doors for him. The vast space of the world unfolded before her eyes. The horses climbed the road and sped forward, breaking through the dawn haze.

The horses seemed to think that it was someone else who was driving them to-day, for the harness around their necks was much lighter than usual, like a ship that was overloaded and rocked in the sea, and the sun chariot was jolting and swaying in the air like an empty car. Later, the horses noticed that the situation was abnormal, and they left their usual ways and rushed willfully.

Faethon went up and down, felt a tremble, lost his claim, did not know which way to pull the rope, could not find the original path, and had no way to control the horses galloping in the wild.

When he occasionally looked down and saw the endless earth unfold before him, his face turned pale with nervousness, and his knees trembled with fear.

He looked back and saw that he had come a long way, looking ahead, the road was longer. He was at a loss, not knowing what to do, just staring into the distance, grasping the reins with both hands, neither daring to relax nor to strain too much.

He wanted to shout at the horses, but he didn't know their names. In his panic, he saw stars scattered across the sky, strange and terrifyingly shaped like devils. He couldn't help but gasp and involuntarily let go of the reins in his hand.

The horses pulled the sun cart past the highest point in the sky and began to glide downward. They were so happy that they simply left their original path, and ran endlessly in the unfamiliar air, sometimes high, sometimes low, sometimes almost touching the stars in the sky, sometimes almost falling into the adjacent mid-air. They skimmed over the clouds, which were roasted to the point of white smoke. Later, the horse pulled the cart carelessly and almost crashed into the top of a high mountain.

The earth was scorched, cracked by the heat, and all the water evaporated. There were almost sparks in the fields, the grasslands dried up, and the forests caught fire. The fire spread to the vast plains. Crops were burned, arable land became a desert, countless cities smoked, villages burned to ashes, and peasants were burned to the ground.

The hills and woods are in flames. It is said that it was then that the skin of black people turned black. The river tumbled with hot water, and it was terrible to go up until it was the source, and the river dried up. The sea is shrinking dramatically, and what used to be a lake is now dry sand.

Phaethon saw the fire and heat rolling all over the world, and he himself felt unbearable heat. Every breath he took seemed to come out of a big hot chimney. He felt the car under his feet look like a burning stove.

Smoke and heat surrounded him, and gray stones burst from the ground at him from all directions. In the end, he could not hold it anymore, and the horse and cart completely lost control.

The scurrying flames burned his hair. He threw himself headlong and fell out of the luxurious sun car. Poor Phaethon swirled down in the air like a burning ball of fire. Eventually, he was far from his homeland, and the vast River Elidanus accepted him and buried his remains.

When Forbos saw this tragic scene, he clung his head and fell into deep sorrow.

Naiades, the goddess of the fountains, took pity on the young man who had suffered and buried him. Pity his body burned to pieces. The desperate mother, Clomene, and her daughter, Heliades, also named Phaedon, wept over each other. They cried for four months, and finally the gentle sister turned into a poplar tree. Their tears turned to crystal amber. To be continued.

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