Chapter 2621

A little later, Clark flew out of the hotel and went to the top of the Great Jin Zita to take a turn, finding that the tourists had basically dispersed, so the group left the hotel.

"Why do we have to be sneaky?" Schiller said, turning the steering wheel with some dissatisfaction. "We could even call out the Feathered Serpent God directly, but we have to sneak into the temple like thieves."

"Because tourism is a very important income," Martin said while checking the ritual materials. "Although everyone entering the Great Jin Zita is marveling at the brilliance of the ancient Mexican civilization and many people are sincerely praying for the protection of the Feathered Serpent God, if you really call him out, the tourists will be scared to death."

"Ye Gong loves dragons." Schiller thought for a long time but couldn't think of a suitable English translation for this term, so he simply spoke Chinese.

"In fact, the Feathered Serpent God is not ugly. When I summoned him before, I took a hazy look. He looks prettier than the Ancestor God, but considering that many people are afraid of snakes, we should still be cautious."

The car soon drove to the vicinity of the Great Jin Zita, but it was night after all, and the scenic area was not open, so they had to park the car outside the security guard's line of sight and sneak in on foot.

Martin had already scouted the location during the day. He deliberately made some noise in the open space opposite, lit a ghost fire with a talisman, and successfully attracted the security guard's attention, taking the opportunity for the group to sneak over.

The Great Jin Zita at night was completely different from the day. It didn't have that solemn and magnificent feeling, but instead felt a bit eerie and terrifying.

Martin found a good position and started placing the relic items. He said, "It's best not to hold too much hope. The situation of the Aztec pantheon in your universe is very bad. It is very likely that it has completely cut off contact with the outside world."

"Why would it be like this?" Schiller asked.

"There might be many reasons. First is the weakening of faith," Martin paused and explained. "Natural gods are not quite the same as innate gods. Natural gods themselves are imagined by humans, which is to say humans created gods, not gods created humans."

"These gods imagined by humans need human faith. If humans don't believe in them, their power will gradually weaken. If humans forget them, they will disappear."

"There is another possibility, which is that although people haven't forgotten them, the way to perform correct sacrifices has been cut off for some reason. Everyone doesn't know how to contact these gods in the correct way, so although they still believe in them, the two sides cannot communicate. After a long time, they also don't know how to respond."

Schiller nodded, indicating he understood. Martin placed a large circle of various sacrificial items in the empty hall. Schiller looked at them briefly and found there were many corn, fur, and feathers.

The only thing that made Schiller a bit puzzled was that Martin was holding a large bucket of water when he got off the car, and at this time he was holding the bucket while walking, chanting spells, and splashing water out with his hands.

Schiller had seen many sacrificial rituals, but this one looked excessively primitive and simple. In the gaps of chanting spells, Martin still had the energy to explain. He said, "The Feathered Serpent God arrives with rain. It hasn't rained in the few days we've been here. This water was asked from a family before. They collected it on a rainy day, ready to use it to water flowers."

"Sacrificial rituals are not difficult to talk about. It's just finding some things that primitive gods like, or things related to their divine duties, and placing them together. By chanting spells, you open up a channel, and when they feel the aura of these things, they will naturally descend."

"It's a pity the Feathered Serpent God doesn't like live sacrifices, otherwise the smell of slaughtering livestock would be the most intense and easily trigger a response."

Schiller looked at the ground and found that not only was the corn dried, but even the rice ears looked like they had been dried for a long time. Could it be that not liking live sacrifices had reached such a strict point? Even plants had to be dead?

"I have already contacted the Feathered Serpent God before, and I believe he is already prepared," Martin said. "When he comes over in a while, you should be able to talk to him directly. I guess he should be much easier to talk to than the Ancestor God I know."

Soon, a feather placed in the middle of the altar floated up lightly. Schiller and Clark both stood by the side of the altar, looking up at the feather flying higher and higher.

The feather emitted a hazy luster, as if it were becoming part of some huge monster. Schiller didn't see the face of the Feathered Serpent God, only an incomparably thick snake body.

Only then did a "Wow" that was not concealed at all come from within Schiller's Tower of Thought.

Schiller looked into the Tower of Thought and saw Jormungandr stretching his neck long. If it weren't for many Schillers pulling his tail, he could have lunged out of the Hall of Thought.

"Not bad, you!" Jormungandr grinned and said, "You can even find such a beauty?!"

"Beauty???" Schiller repeated this term with some surprise.

Martin didn't understand, so he looked at Schiller and said, "Beauty? The Feathered Serpent God is not a beauty. He has no gender. The vast majority of Aztec gods have no gender because their main god is the two-faced god."

"And in Aztec faith, the Feathered Serpent God is also the Sun God, or rather mainly the Sun God, and also the patron saint of craftsmen and soldiers."

While speaking, the huge snake body in mid-air swam. Although it almost occupied the entire magnificent tower top, the swimming posture didn't look clumsy at all. Countless colorful scales formed a rippling galaxy.

Schiller could understand Jormungandr a little.

Schiller could see that the Feathered Serpent God was turning around. Soon, a pair of huge wings appeared in everyone's eyes, but what was very unexpected to Schiller was that the huge head that appeared later didn't look like a snake head at all... Isn't this a dragon???

Schiller was really a bit surprised. He stared at the huge head that was slowly descending and said a word in Chinese, "Dragon???"

Those huge eyes opened, and there was no less surprise in the eyes than Schiller's. The huge head slowly leaned over.

"Who are you?"

Standard Chinese.

Schiller was a bit dazed. He looked at Martin, and Martin also had a dazed face because he couldn't understand Chinese.

Schiller instinctively reached out his hand, and a dragon whisker slid across his hand. The Feathered Serpent God seemed to have just remembered something. All the dragon whiskers gradually faded, and that dragon face that Schiller felt familiar with also became increasingly gorgeous and dangerous.

Soon the dragon characteristics completely disappeared, leaving only a snake face that Schiller had originally expected, which was more in line with the eerie and mysterious atmosphere in the Great Jin Zita at this time than the solemn and majestic dragon head.

"What's the matter with summoning me?"

Schiller could tell he was speaking an Indian language, but Schiller couldn't understand Indian either. Martin immediately leaned over and started chattering a lot in Indian with a Spanish tone.

But after a while, the Feathered Serpent God started speaking Chinese again. He looked at Schiller and said, "Tell this kid to stop talking. I don't know where he learned Indian, but he learned it too poorly. I can't understand what he's saying."

"He told you to stop talking," Schiller said to Martin in English. "He said your Indian is too terrible."

Martin had an injured expression.

"I don't understand," Schiller looked at the Feathered Serpent God and communicated with him in Chinese. "Why are you a dragon?"

"Why can't I be a dragon? Have you read the 'Classic of Mountains and Seas'?"

Schiller was completely stunned.

"The 'Classic of Mountains and Seas: Classic of the Great Wilderness, Northern Region' says: In the northeast corner of the Great Wilderness, there is a mountain named Xiongli Tuqiu. Yinglong lives in the South Pole. He killed Chiyou and Kuafu and could not return to the sky, so there were many droughts below. When there is a drought, he takes the form of Yinglong, and then there is heavy rain."

When this standard ancient Chinese text echoed in the Great Jin Zita, Schiller felt his CPU was a bit burned.

"So you are Yinglong??"

"Indeed."

"Then what is your relationship with the Feathered Serpent God?"

"Both are me," the Feathered Serpent God replied. "I am the Yellow Dragon Giant God. I once gave the River Chart and Luo Writing of the heavenly world to the ancestor Fuxi, and later helped the Yellow Emperor defeat Chiyou, opened the Dragon Gate, and carried the Yellow Emperor to the sky."

Schiller suddenly realized. Martin just said the Feathered Serpent God was born with feathers, and in ancient Chinese mythology, Yinglong was the first generation of Rain God and Thunder God, capable of bringing clouds and rain, and in charge of favorable weather.

The "Classic of Mountains and Seas" also recorded that the reason why the south wind brings much rain is because Yinglong went south after defeating Chiyou, with thunder roaring and heavy rain pouring along the way.

And whether it is the Feathered Serpent God in Mayan mythology or Yinglong in ancient Chinese mythology, the specific descriptions of their appearance are completely consistent—they are all giant snakes with wings.

Different from the dragon with deer horns that Chinese people later recognized, Yinglong is more like a snake with wings, or rather, the wings are the most important. Yinglong is the ancestor of dragons and phoenixes, so he has both dragon characteristics and phoenix characteristics, significantly different from the later Jiao dragons and Li dragons.

But the problem is that China and Mexico are 108,000 miles apart. How could the gods of these two places be the same one?

Schiller raised his own question. Yinglong sighed and said, "Back then, the battle between the Yellow Emperor and Chiyou was earth-shattering, with the sun and moon losing their light. After the Yellow Emperor won, although the heavenly gate had opened and he could ascend to the heavenly world in a few days, he felt the help of all living things and the power of heaven and earth, so he made me bring clouds and rain to benefit the grass, trees, birds, and beasts..."

Schiller gradually understood, and then he said, "You two were excited for a moment and went off course?"

"It wasn't too far off," Yinglong avoided the question and said, "It was mainly because the movement of opening the heavenly gate was too big."

"In short, both I and the Xuanyuan clan have already ascended to the sky for thousands of years. Because the dragon descendants are prosperous, I have had few sacrifices. But one day I suddenly heard someone summoning me. I went down to take a look, and it wasn't the land I was familiar with."

Schiller completely understood. He said, "The movement you two made back then was too big, and it was seen by the Mayans, so they thought you were the god in charge of wind and rain?"

"Not only was it seen by them, but the rain at that time also fell on this land, and at that time there was a drought here, so the people here naturally respected me as a god."

"But what's the situation with those myths and legends? You have a father and three brothers and sisters?"

"That is also real. At that time, they respected me as a god, and I enjoyed the sacrifices and naturally bestowed grace. However, I didn't become a god because of their faith, so I didn't need their offerings. I chose to leave the sacrifices to those newly born gods."

"But later, this pantheon gradually weakened. In order to extend their lifespan, I started accepting animal sacrifices. One of them expressed dissatisfaction with me, we had a big argument, and I went east and went home."

Schiller remembered the myth he had heard from Martin before. It turned out that the Feathered Serpent God didn't run home to find his dad after being heartbroken, but ran back to find the Yellow Emperor.

Schiller saw that Yinglong's expression was a bit obscure and understood that there must be more to it. Curiosity prompted him to ask, and after asking for a long time, Yinglong finally said it hesitantly.

"I'm too lazy to argue with them, but... but the gods here are indeed a bit too unrestrained..."

Yinglong stopped talking, but finally bit the bullet and said, "The way the person who argued with me took revenge on me was to commit incest with our common sister. He thought this could humiliate me... it's really disgraceful."

Looking at the rich and colorful expressions on Yinglong's snake face, Schiller really couldn't help laughing out loud.