Manual of Space-Time Interference

The place where the dialect descends in this time and space is a pyramid dedicated to sacrifice, and not far from the side is the Inscription Temple in Chichen Itza, a ten-story pyramid with a total of 72 steps, which is also a sacrifice team. The starting point of departure.

"This is where I live in the world?" Dialect turned to the priest and the king behind him and asked.

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

"Um!"

Dialect nodded, stepped on the stairs, and slowly walked towards the top of the temple.

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

"In the eyes of the priests, Eit Sumner was their patron god, the creator of literature and science, the lord of the gods, and in their imaginations, the picture on the screen should be the reality of Eit Sumner face!"

Xiaoguo replied, at the same time, a photo appeared on the light screen, dialect looked at it, then looked at the Mayans around, and suddenly noticed the statue of "It Sumner" in the modern ruins on the light screen and their have similar faces.

"The creator of words and science?" Dialect muttered, stepping on the last step, turning his head to look at the king and priest who were following behind him, thinking about it, pointing to the priest and saying, "My most devout believer, you Come in with me, I have forgotten too many things over the long years to ask."

He glanced at the king slightly. After the panic just now, the small eyeballs began to gradually turn again. Seeing that the dialect did not summon him, he shouted anxiously,

"Great god, your devout believers ask to serve you by your side."

Serving?

It should be said to be peeping...

Dialect sneered, looked at the king, and said slowly, "God, you know everything, your heart is in sight in my eyes, don't try to provoke God's authority."

"Great god, I have no intention of offending your anger..."

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

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The stone buildings of different styles reveal a sense of history, and the exquisite murals all over the corridors add a sacred flavor to it, but the statues that appear from time to time add a bit of gloom to the temple. , seems to be telling - God is great and inviolable.

The reason why they brought Mayan priests in instead of kings was because in Mayan society, priests were intellectuals, mastered in mathematics, astronomy, calendar and construction technology, and were known as the bridge between man and god.

Therefore, if you want to inquire about the unknown Mayan mysteries, then the priest is the best choice-has the greatest awe of himself, and at the same time knows almost everything.

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

"This is the mural discovered in modern times? The one with astronauts and missiles?" Dialect looked at it with a hint of surprise in his tone.

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

Xiaogai replied, but made the dialect frown, looking at the mural in front of her that had nothing to do with the surroundings, and slowly put her hand on it.

Did the Mayan civilization really have contact with extraterrestrial civilizations? Or are they originally extraterrestrial civilizations?

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

The characters used by Maya are three-dimensional, and the Chinese 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 away from the accurate prediction of modern times. In addition, there is also the 260-day Zhuojin Calendar, which can accurately predict lunar and solar eclipses...

In mathematics, they already have the concept of "0", and they have learned to use the 20 system of mathematics. For them who have not entered the Bronze Age, everything seems so mysterious...

"My most devout believer, your god, has forgotten a lot of things in the long years. Now, I need your answers!"

Thinking about it, Dialect waved to the priest behind him, then pointed to something on the fresco, and asked,

"The first question, where does the stuff above come from?"

"From you, the great Itsumna, you told us all this in a dream, and then we were carved in your temple as an oracle." The priest replied, walking slowly towards beside.

"kindness?"

Dialect turned his head and looked at the priest next to him and pretended to be angry. Having lived under the core values ​​of socialism since childhood and firmly believed in Marxism and Mao Zedong Thought, of course he would not believe in these so-called "God" stories...

It seemed that he felt the doubt of the dialect next to him, and the priest shuddered, as if recalling the power of destruction shown by the dialect just now, and hurriedly said,

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

"Yeah!" Dialect nodded, and didn't dwell on this issue too much~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Looking at the priest who was over-influenced by theocratic power next to him, he shook his head and continued to walk forward, "Other than that Besides, what did I tell you in my sleep?"

"Our calendar, there are 365 days in a year, and a series of algorithms called 'mathematics' that we use now..." The priest replied, but in the ears of the dialect, it was a little incredible.

Almost all the knowledge beyond the technology of the Mayan civilization was told by "It Sumner" in his sleep, not from their own inventions.

"What about your prophecies?" Dialect suppressed the shock in his heart and asked the next question.

"It's also you, the great Itsumner, who told you the oracle of the devout believers." The priest replied respectfully, "and all the oracles you told before have been fulfilled."

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

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

Dialect nodded, raised his footsteps and continued to walk forward, but unexpectedly the priest spit out a sentence again, "The great Itsumner! All the knowledge we use now comes from you 767 years ago. A gift to us until 764 years ago."

"Well?" Fang Yan stopped his steps, looked at the priest beside him who was looking at him with fanatical eyes, and his doubts became bigger and bigger.

"Your monthly oracles allow us to avoid disasters and win wars, great Itsumner!" The priest looked at the dialect and replied respectfully.

monthly?

Dialect looked at the priest beside him doubtfully, thinking of the situation he had traveled through 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..."