The priest's eyes rolled for a long time, and when he looked up, he saw a pair of cold eyes on me, and his whole body was full of excitement, and he trembled: "I, I should not collect money in the name of marrying a wife for you, every time I sacrifice, the jewels thrown into the well are only a small part of the sacrifice money, and most of them are embezzled by me."
As soon as the priest's words landed, all the people below were furious.
I raised my hand to signal everyone to be quiet, and then asked the priest, "What about this girl?"
The priest hung his head tremblingly, and said with difficulty: "She is indeed the flower of the city of Palenque, I covet her beauty, and want to possess her, but who expected her to say that she has a sweetheart, and she will not obey me, and she will bite me, so I decided to let her come to sacrifice this year."
"Then how did you make her willing to be this bride?"
"She didn't do it voluntarily, I forced her to drink a special potion.
This potion can make her lose her mind, and she will do whatever she wants.
I was going to feast on her for a few days, and then I sacrificed her.
Unexpectedly, Pakal's kid suddenly came to report and shouted that you have revealed your true identity and ruined my good deeds.
I was in a hurry just now, and I sacrificed her in order to please you. ” As soon as these words came out, there was an uproar below.
"You liar" Pakar rushed up in anger, kicked him over, and raised his fist to strike.
Angry people shouted: "Shoot him, kill him" Thinking that the fight was almost over, I reached out and stopped Pakar.
Look at the priest again, his face has been beaten to the point of a pig's head.
I raised my hand to signal everyone to be at ease, and then said in a loud voice, "Since the Priest is so faithful to me, let him go now to my so-called dwelling and be my slave."
With that, he kicked this beast into the well.
After a while of flapping in the well, he gradually submerged into the water, and as a large string of bubbles rose, the ripples on the surface of the water rippled in circles, and soon regained his previous calm.
The crowd rejoiced.
"Chuck, Chuck, Chuck, Long live Chuck, the great rain god Chuck" People kept cheering and shouting the new name they had given me.
The girl had been lifted up by Pakal, who put his arm around her shoulders, and the girl's bright face was full of happiness for the rest of her life.
I raised my hands to signal for everyone to be quiet, and there was silence all around me, except for a pair of eyes looking at me intently.
"Remember, people of Palenque, that God loves you and does not want you to please Him by hurting yourselves at any time.
God is merciful, and does not like you to take a man's heart alive to sacrifice to him, nor does he like you to smear human blood on his statue, nor does he like you to throw a maiden into a well God loves you more than Others, so please cherish yourselves, live well, and love one another with sincerity and friendship, so that we will give you good weather and abundant harvests.
Therefore, people of the city of Palenque, remember that everything that comes in the name of God to collect money and harm you is not God's will, but some wicked people who deceive your good hearts in the name of God, and each of you has the right to fight against it."
My impassioned remarks moved those present with excitement and cheers, and many even shed tears.
Pakar took the lead in kneeling down for me, and said with tears streaming down his face: "Chuk, the great rain god, used to have the final say in everything the priest, and we had to do whatever he said.
For example, if you use a maiden to sacrifice, who is willing to give away your good daughter, but there is no way, the priest said that he is the spokesman of God, and what he says is God's will, and he said that whoever has a daughter who you like, who must sacrifice her daughter, otherwise the whole family will be arrested, and the heart will be sacrificed to the sun god like a prisoner of war.
We have been taught from an early age that the word of the priest is the truth, and we never dare to disobey or disobey.
I never thought that for so many years, we have been deceived by them for generations.
If you hadn't shown up to tell us the truth today, we wouldn't have been deceived by him for much longer We have always been ruled by priests, but now that the priests are gone, please stay and be the ruler of our tribe."
"Yes, stay, stay" Pakar's words struck a chord with everyone, including the warriors with leopard heads and leopard skins, the nobles in fine costumes, and the nearly naked men and women who appeared to be commoners, knelt down and pleaded in unison.
I re-examined the stout man kneeling before me, and I found that this Pakal was clear-minded, eloquent, and thoughtful.
As the saying goes, a kingdom cannot be left without a king for a day, and now that the priest is gone, I am afraid that the city of Palenque will fall into chaos.
After a moment's thought, I proclaimed aloud to the crowd: "Sons of the city of Palenque, I appoint Pakar in the name of God as my spokesman, and henceforth abolish the title of priest in the city of Palenque and change his title to king, and Pakar will be the first king of the city of Palenque from this day forward."
Then, I looked at Pakar, whose face was covered, and asked aloud, "Pakal, in the name of God, I ask you if you are willing to be my spokesman, to put the people of the whole city first, to love your people, and not to let the tragedy of sacrifice happen again."
Pakar nodded heavily and promised loudly, "I do" "Good people of Palenque, do you accept my arrangement?"
"You are the great rain god Chuck, we will follow what you say" someone in the crowd shouted, and everyone shouted in unison: "Yes, willing" I'm glad to see this, at least I know that no one will ever be brutally disemboweled.
I suddenly remembered the priest's knife, not every sacrifice, he used that knife to take people's hearts, thinking of this, I felt a chill on my body, and I suddenly felt disgusted with the knife.
Looking at the knife again, I felt that there seemed to be a cloud of black gas lingering on its black blade, like countless innocent undead entanglements.
In a trance, grimaces full of resentment opened their bloody mouths and pounced on me.
My heart throbbed, my hand shook, and I threw the knife into the well.
I closed my eyes with all my might, this knife is really evil.
Pakar noticed my strangeness and whispered to me, "Are you okay?"
I glanced at him, shook my head, and said, "It's okay."
I lifted Pakar up, raised one of his hands, and shouted to everyone, "Divine authority of kings, now, he, Pakar is your king, cheer and celebrate your king." t1706231537: