When Vice Admiral Wang gestured to let them stand on the left side of the street, the priest understood what these Chinese people were waiting for.

As they talked, they kept looking across the street, as if something was coming towards them.

"It's coming, it's coming!"

The crowd suddenly became agitated, and the constant banging in the distance slowly approached. Looking at the joy on the faces of the surrounding Chinese people, the natives, led by the priests, also began to look forward to what would appear on the other side of the street. As the noise approached, the curious natives couldn't help but poke their heads out to look, only to see a lot of figures emerging from the corner of the street, followed by something that changed the color of all the natives.

"Ah, Quetzalcoatl!"

Looking at the long figure hanging over the crowd and flipping movements, the natives' faces were shocked, and for a moment, they almost thought they had seen the true body of Quetzalcoatl, and they knelt down in fear and shock. When the surrounding Chinese people looked at them strangely and funny, and Vice General Wang pulled him up with a smile, the priest realized that what he was looking at was not the real body of the Quetzalcoatl God, but the Chinese totem called "Dragon" made of wood and cloth, which was made of wood and cloth, and was carried by several Chinese people holding wooden sticks to cooperate with the movements.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, this is called 'dragon dance', it's not really moving." Vice Admiral Wang laughed and patted the priest on the shoulder, "Even if it's a real dragon, then don't be afraid, we Huaxia people are the descendants of the dragon, and having a dragon won't harm us." ”

"Descendants of the Dragon?" The priest was amazed. "Were you born of a dragon?"

"It's not ......" This question stunned Vice General Wang, and only after scratching his head did he hold back a sentence: "But our majesty is a dragon." It's the true dragon emperor. ”

"True Dragon Heavenly Son......" The priest chewed on these four words with some embarrassment, and the expression in his eyes became more and more frightened.

After a while, the dragon dance procession passed, and the immigrants began to get busy. This time, the busyness was not for the construction of the city, but for the purpose of setting up a pot and a stage in the large open space next to it. Vice General Wang explained with a smile: "Today we are eating a flowing water seat, and the big guys are all eating here. You don't have to be polite, old horse, let the brothers in your tribe be lively here. ”

"The official ancestor worship is still noon, and when the time comes, you and the brothers in the tribe will have to come and watch the ceremony!"

The priest didn't seem to understand this long passage, so he nodded rather confusedly. Being in the sea of joy of the Chinese people made this indigenous priest accustomed to living in the primeval jungle very overwhelmed. But his attention was soon attracted by the platforms that had been erected, and he saw a few Chinese people with strange paintings on their faces, dressed a little strangely, some with two long beautiful feathers on their heads, and walked on stage with the sound of the music of "will general", and began to babble and sing.

"What, what?" The priest asked the king's lieutenant. Looking at the paintings on the faces and the feathers on their heads, the priest felt a little kind.

"Oh, that's called 'Singing the Big Show', it's interesting!" Vice General Wang said. Although he was a general in the army, he was not very tall, and he was tiptoeing to answer the questions of the native priests. "I really didn't expect to be able to listen to the drama when I go to a place where birds don't...... Today's play is still a new play, called 'The Battle of Zhuolu', but it was written by Lord Tie himself! ”

"Lord Tie is a personal disciple of the Fifth Highness, and this play should be as interesting as "Three Kingdoms". To hear this drama is also blessed for you natives! ”

Looking at the babbling singing sound coming from the humble stage, Vice General Wang's original sadness of leaving his hometown seemed to be washed away by this excitement.

"Big, play?" But the priest was confused. The reason why he was able to communicate with Vice General Wang relatively smoothly was actually mostly dependent on Vice General Wang's rather "rich" body language. As a priest of the tribe of the communication gods, his strength is to express himself through his body and tone. But now the deputy general Wang, who was now concentrating on listening to the play, did not put his mind on the "comparison", and the priest naturally began to understand it.

However, the expressiveness of drama can easily transcend the barrier of language. Soon he saw that the Chinese people on the stage were retelling a great story, and through music and performance, they told the myth of a great lord of the gods, defeating a hostile evil god.

This battle is very exciting, and the hostile evil gods have the help of gods named "Wind Bo" and "Rain Master", who can summon Wind and Rain and Daigo. The Lord of the Gods, on the other hand, is upright and wise, and he has the protection of a "dragon" and can also build a magical car that can break through the terrible fog and wind and rain.

This wonderful way of expressing it was an eye-opener for the priests. Their traditions also include sacrifices that imitate the gods with feathers and masks, but they are far less intuitive and shocking.

"The big play, is it a sacrifice? You Chinese people, aren't there no gods? The priest gestured to convey his doubts.

"Who said it was God? That's the ancestor of our Chinese people! "The deputy general who is still immersed in the play in the Yellow Emperor's victory is confident." …… But it's not wrong to say that it's God. The gods of our Chinese people are our ancestors! ”

As he spoke, he continued to focus on the next play.

The priest finally understood the words of the deputy general Wang, but his heart was even more suspicious. That man called the "Yellow Emperor" is a god? These Chinese people are all descendants of the gods?

However, when these people watched the "big show", they were not as solemn and pious as the gods in their tribe, but they looked like they were smiling. In the minds of the priests, this is definitely not the attitude that should be seen in the sacrifice to the gods. And as far as he is concerned, he has never seen a Chinese person have a similar activity to a sacrifice. Aren't the Chinese people afraid of angering the gods?

He became more and more confused.

But soon, he saw the sacrifices of the Chinese people with his own eyes.

After watching the play and having lunch at the same time, these Chinese people walked to the center of the city together. Under the hospitality of the king's lieutenant, the priests and the people of the tribe followed. The priest soon noticed that the smiling people were getting closer to the center of the city, the more solemn and solemn they became.

As a priest, he quickly felt this solemnity, a sense of familiarity.

This is a solemn feeling that is unique to the worship of the gods.

He followed Adjutant Wang and soon came to an extremely wide building in the center of the city. He had never seen this building before, but he knew that the Chinese people valued this place very much, and there were always many people who were industrious and busy here, and they, the natives, could not easily get close to this place.

"You are here to watch the ceremony, and I will be in the procession." Vice Admiral Wang told him.

The open space in the center of this building is very large, and it is more than enough for hundreds of Chinese people to stand on it. These natives were placed in a corner and watched these dignified Chinese people. I saw these Chinese people holding thin "branches" with light smoke in their hands, and they were all facing the two extremely complicated temples on the stairs. In each of the temples are two tall statues, covered with precious silk.

"The time has come, announce the sacrifice!" A majestic voice sang.

(End of chapter)