On the helicopter, Fang Er leaned back against the seat, groggy, and unknowingly fell asleep.
He had another incredibly alluring dream. When Zhu Zi called him awake, he had the misfortune of discovering he had wet himself again! What the heck!
He scowled, took off his jacket, and tied it around his waist. He glanced at Wang Xuance in the pilot's seat, finding that he didn't seem to have noticed his abnormality, which put his mind at ease.
With tears but no tears, he called out to the system in his mind.
"Sister System, can you have some bottom line!"
"In broad daylight, if people see this, does this King of mine still need a face!"
【That thing, do you have it?】
Fang Er:...........
Feeling the helicopter slowly descending, he looked out the window and was instantly shocked by what he saw.
Temples, palaces, squares, civilian houses, streets!
This was clearly a fully functional large city, and he even saw people playing ball games!
Looking at the black sphere being contested.
Exiting the cabin, he was immediately faced with the Temple of Copan, mentioned by the prophet, a huge pyramid-shaped building.
From the outside, the temple was stacked in nine layers, nearly 40 meters high, and beside it stood two relief stone tablets nearly 10 meters high.
On the steps leading to the top of the temple, Fang Er was surprised to find that each step was engraved with dense hieroglyphs.
These characters looked square and were composed of different patterns and lines.
Structurally, they were like Chinese characters, with the feel of radicals and components.
"This is the Path of Spirit Communication. Only true men, priests, and prophets can walk it. Of course, as the most honored guest, you can too."
The prophet kindly took Fang Er's arm and walked up the stone steps.
Fang Er was a little bewildered. True men?
What the heck? Do Mayans have Taoist priests too?
Confused, he followed her to the highest point of the temple, which was divided into five rooms, with guards outside.
The prophet stepped forward and whispered a few words to one of them, who turned and walked inside.
Before long, a man covered in black paint, followed by two figures like avatars, rushed out.
"Indián!"
The little black man came to the prophet and said slowly with his left hand on his chest.
The prophet replied with the same words.
Then, the little black man looked at Fang Er with surprise: "My goodness! Honored guest, please come in~"
Fang Er:..........
What the heck is with this sudden exclamation!
"Fang, this is our Copan's true man, Prince Huwang."
Seeing his confused look, the prophet made an introduction beside him.
"The two behind the true man are the temple's priests, Prince Lu and Prince Yang."
Fang Er was bewildered again. Why were these people's names like they were playing a game~
But when they entered the temple, Huwang casually called a young man and said something that made him freeze on the spot.
"Túwang Shibā, there are honored guests visiting. Go and prepare some drinks."
If these weren't living people, Fang Er would have almost thought he had transmigrated into Journey to the West. It was simply a den of monsters!
Damn it~
(PS: Huwang and Túwang Shibā are real names, please don't criticize~)
The temple was empty. From the outside, it looked like five rooms, but in fact, they were connected internally.
At the back, several statues were enshrined, one of which caught Fang Er's attention.
It was a goddess with a human body and a snake's tail!
It was exactly the same as Nuwa in Chinese mythology!
Before long, Túwang Shibā brought in several cups of drinks. They looked dark, with a layer of red powder floating on top, appearing like culinary abominations.
"Fang, quickly try it. It's just been made."
The prophet took a cup from among them, handed it over, and looked at him with anticipation.
Fang Er had no choice but to carefully take a sip.
"Pfft~"
As soon as it entered his mouth, he couldn't help but spit it out. This was actually chili!
And it was devilishly spicy!
He already felt his lips swelling rapidly.
Without the time to care about others' opinions, he quickly took out a bottle of Ice Red Tea to rinse his mouth.
"My goodness! What kind of technique is this, to conjure things out of thin air!"
The true man, Huwang, seeing this, suddenly stood up and stared at the Ice Red Tea in Fang Er's hand in shock.
The avatar beside him, no, the great priest, also gasped.
"Hiss, could this be the 'Sleeve Universe' passed down by our ancestors?"
"Pfft~"
Fang Er heard this and the Ice Red Tea in his mouth sprayed out directly, drenching Huwang from head to toe.
He quickly took out a towel, walked forward to wipe Huwang, and said apologetically.
"Cough, cough! Uh, I couldn't hold it back for a moment~ Please forgive me, true man!"
Huwang smiled kindly, took the towel, and gestured for Fang Er to do it himself.
But as he was about to wipe his face, he suddenly dipped his finger into a water droplet on his eyebrow and, in front of everyone, stuck out his tongue to taste it.
Then, he marveled again.
"My goodness! This taste is simply wonderful!"
Fang Er:..........
If you want to taste it, just say so. I'll get you a bottle, why do something so messy?
He quickly took out a new bottle, twisted open the cap, and handed it over.
Forcing out a smile, he said to Huwang, "It was my fault. True man, please try this."
As a result, after taking the bottle of Ice Red Tea and examining it, Huwang once again shouted in surprise.
"My goodness! This bottle is so exquisite!"
"And these patterns on it, they look so real."
"Look at this woman, so big, so white, so beautiful!"
After taking a sip, he stared with his big eyes and praised the two priests beside him.
"Sweetness surpasses honey, smoothness surpasses cocoa, coolness surpasses clear spring!"
"Great! Wonderful!"
"This king has never drunk such a delicious drink!"
The two great priests, painted with blue pigment and looking as if they had traveled from the world of Avatar, both showed expectant expressions.
Huwang generously handed over the remaining half bottle of Ice Red Tea. After tasting it, they also praised it highly.
"My goodness!"
"Could this be the legendary, divine nectar from the Jade Pond of our ancestors!"
Hearing Luwang's exclamation, Fang Er's eyes widened instantly!
Jade Pond?
Isn't this a Chinese myth? How do these Sino-Mayans know about it?
"You've heard of the Jade Pond?" he asked Luwang in disbelief.
Luwang nodded subconsciously: "That's right! Legend has it that above the thirty-third heaven, there is indeed a Jade Pond, the domain of the Queen Mother of the West!"
"Every thousand years, a Peach Banquet is held, inviting gods and Buddhas from all over to partake."
"During the feast, the Queen Mother of the West would entertain them with Peaches of Immortality and divine nectar."