Chapter 183 The Mythological System That Ran Askew

After all, the funerary objects in Fu Hao's tomb were simply too impactful.

The little Taoists were dumbstruck.

They always said their own mythology was amazing, but could they get their mythical figures to fight each other?

Sorry, they really did.

After pondering, Wei Yuan decided it was better not to bring them along, and asked,

"Then what about the mythological concepts that the Northern Indian pantheon is good at? There must be one or two, right?"

"Like that conceptually powerful Yuga creation, the concept of Samsara."

"Their mythology divides the Yuga cycle into four stages: Krita Yuga, Treta Yuga, Dvapara Yuga, and Kali Yuga. The duration of the four Yugas decreases successively, and the moral and physiological conditions of people also decrease accordingly, until the final creation."

The old man was silent, then answered awkwardly,

"You know, Wei Yuan, the original ancient Indian civilization was wiped out a thousand years later."

"After battles and integration, they became the lowest-level people. Those who destroyed them created a new civilization, and then after a period of time, in the mid-6th century BC, they were destroyed by Cyrus the Great, the founder of the Persian Empire."

"Then after another period of time, they were invaded by Darius the Great. These two times were too close, and can actually be considered as one."

"Then in the 4th century BC, they were taken down by Alexander the Great."

"That was the end of the Age of Gods more than two thousand years ago, the stage of creation and perfection of epic myths."

Wei Yuan was silent: "So, the four Yugas are because..."

The old Taoist looked at his nose and focused his heart: "Destroying the ancient Indian civilization can be regarded as the first Yuga node, and then experiencing three destructions and occupations, so it was divided into four stages."

Wei Yuan: "The Yuga time is getting shorter and shorter is..."

The old man coughed: "The interval between each invasion is getting shorter and shorter, more than a thousand years, a thousand years, hundreds of years, two hundred years."

Wei Yuan's mouth twitched: "The moral and quality of life of the people have declined."

The old man was silent, and asked back: "Will foreign rulers treat them well?"

"Then the creation after the four Yugas is..."

Zhang Ruosu said: "Because after being rubbed, King Ashoka appeared and created the Maurya Dynasty."

"But after him, there was no more unification."

Wei Yuan was silent and suddenly said,

"So, the source of the four Yuga cycles is because they were rubbed three times before the age of mythology was perfected, and one line of three nodes was divided into four stages of civilization, each stage getting shorter and shorter, and the rulers were getting worse and worse to them, so it was said in mythology that morality was declining?"

"The origin of this situation and statement was in the sixth century BC, which means the Spring and Autumn Period of Shenzhou. If you have to say it, it was before the First Emperor unified the world. And next door, if they were conquered multiple times, and the next generation of rulers enslaved the previous generation, and the previous generation enslaved the generation before that."

"Then the four castes..."

"Well, the four castes of India are ranked according to skin color. I remember that Alexander the Great and his brothers were quite white, right? Like the Brahmins. And the Persians from Cyrus the Great's side were also quite white, but not as white as Alexander, so they were quite like the Kshatriyas, haha..."

The old man was silent, coughed, and said awkwardly: "Although myths reflect history, everyone is an ancient civilization, Wei Yuan, please save some face... characteristics, characteristics, ancient Indian mythological characteristics, this, characteristics."

The two were silent.

Then they picked up their millet porridge and clinked them together.

They said in unison: "Characteristics."

Wei Yuan pondered, still intending to ask clearly what the possibility of mythological concepts was. Know yourself and know your enemy, and you will never be defeated. He casually said, "Are there any similar murals left by the ancient Indian pantheon? Just like here..."

"I know that many ancient pantheons will record their culture and mythology on murals."

The old man shook his head and said, "I've seen it, it's useless."

"The ancient Indian pantheon calls the special organs of men Linga."

"Women's are called Yoni."

"Calling the act of intercourse Yoga."

"The murals carved in their temples are all ancient Yoga erotic essays, what's the use?"

"………… Have you seen it?"

"Cough cough, what are you talking about, Curator Wei? This poor Taoist once wandered there when he was young. That was when I was a dashing young man, using my sword to subdue demons, focusing only on the great Dao of heaven and earth, and only looked at the Taoist esoteric arts, walking the righteous path, and dabbling in the traditions and sects of all schools in the world. How could I look at such filthy things!"

"How well were they drawn?"

"So-so."

Wei Yuan was silent.

Zhang Ruosu was silent.

He stiffly raised his head and saw that the youth from the Tu Shan clan was sitting cross-legged, holding a recording pen in his hand, shaking his body, with a fox-like pleasant smile on the corner of his mouth, as if the fox's tail behind him was happily wagging.

Of course, the little Taoists next to him had already been fooled by illusions.

The youth put the recording pen in his sleeve.

"Well, tell me, I'm listening."

Yuan, a prisoner of war in his youth, was protected by Nü Jiao in the name of a servant and grew up in the Tu Shan clan.

Zhang Ruosu's mouth twitched and said, "...In short, I'll think about it again."

Then he sighed: "Even fairy tales have realistic elements. Mythology naturally reflects the civilization itself. Among the four ancient pantheons, the murals that have survived represent many things, representing their respective tendencies."

The illusions on the little Taoists were lifted, and they were also very interested in these ancient mythologies.

The old Taoist casually said: "For example, the murals of the Western pantheon are about the great descent of gods to the human world, or that people are guilty and need gods to answer, probably this routine; ancient Egypt is the harmonious unity of gods and people, the pharaoh is the god on earth, the people are servants of the gods, respect death, nature, and believe that the body will be reborn if it does not rot, and finally mummies appeared."

"And the ancient Indian pantheon is the most powerful."

"People must obey the gods."

He said: "For example, they said that Sakyamuni is also an incarnation of Vishnu."

"Do you know why?"

The old man smiled meaningfully: "Sakyamuni said that all beings are equal."

"They said that Sakyamuni is an incarnation of Vishnu, a demonic aspect."

"They said that the Buddha wanted all beings to be equal, which was to encourage demons and evil people to despise the Vedas and abandon the caste system."

"Guiding them to self-destruction."

Wei Yuan succinctly said: "Deep-rooted servility."

"Hopeless."

The old man casually said: "In short, it's a mess over there. Vishnu and Rama with an axe shouldn't be your opponents. Indian mythology is too boastful, and the Demon Ancestor Rahu, who somehow rose up in Shenzhou."

"Rahu is just an Asura in the Indian myth 'Mahabharata', a scum who stole the immortal dew and was beheaded by Vishnu. I don't know why he is a bit famous in Shenzhou."

"And the so-called divine army led by the Vishnu trinity only left nine words in Shenzhou."

Wei Yuan whispered.

At that time, the divine Shang Dynasty was only a part of leaving the Classic of Mountains and Seas.

The more he thought about it, the more his head hurt. He supported his forehead and sighed,

"It's a mess. When I compare the mythological history... why is the Age of Gods in Shenzhou hell difficulty?"

The old man rolled his eyes and said, "I understood this when I traveled around when I was young. For example..." He looked at a seven or eight-year-old Taoist next to him and said, "What is the oldest sun in Shenzhou?"

The little Taoist was blank: "Golden Crow, shot to death by Da Yi."

"What if there is a mountain god blocking the way?"

Another little Taoist said without thinking: "Move the mountain."

"What about the apocalyptic flood?"

"Control it!"

"What if the sky is torn?"

"Patch it up?!"

A group of little Taoists looked at the old Celestial Master with pitying eyes that said, 'Did your brain finally break after drinking too much?' The old Taoist turned to look at Wei Yuan, spread his hands, and said expressionlessly: "Got it?"

He stroked his beard and said strangely:

"A guess, not necessarily right..."

"Maybe for our gods, this is also hell difficulty?"

"For example, the sun god, I have never seen anyone more tyrannical than Shenzhou, nor have I seen anyone more humble than Shenzhou..."

Wei Yuan pondered.

Western Sun God: I am powerful, handsome, bring light, twelve main gods, illuminate everything!

Ancient Egyptian Sun God: I am Ra, I am the strongest god, I am the god of gods, the highest power!

Ancient Indian Sun God: Dominate everything in motion and stillness! Dominate the gods!

I support the heaven and earth, making them permanently stable!

Ancient American Sun God: I! The ruler of the last era - "Four Degrees of Change"!

The position of the God of War!

Shenzhou Sun God: Ahhh! Help ahhh! Mom, open the shield, open the shield quickly ahhh! There is a giant chasing me with a cane, boo hoo hoo...

Shenzhou Sun God Second Law:

The giant Kua Fu is dead, happy also.

Ahhh help.

Boo hoo hoo There is a man who came out to avenge his nine brothers all shot to death with arrows!

Shenzhou Sun God Third:

Boo hoo hoo, another guy ran out of Shenzhou and roasted and ate his brothers!

Also, it smells so good.

Like a picture of a bunch of muscular doggies surrounding a crying doggie.

However, the actual combat ability -

Indian God Sun God: HanuMan ran away with his armpits clipped, was blocked by the sea god, and snitched to Vishnu.

Western Sun God: One of the twelve gods, but more unlucky, often gets snubbed, often loses love, the woman he likes would rather turn into a tree and sunflower than be with him, so he is good at playing music, because he sings when he loses love, not good at fighting, and his specialty is elegant shooting.

Ancient Egyptian Sun God: A great, dignified father god, the first and oldest pharaoh.

Shenzhou: Ten days in the sky, I will destroy the world, ha ha ha ha I am the son of the Emperor of Heaven!

Comparing the above and below, the picture is extremely tragic.

Wei Yuan pondered.

Zhang Ruosu pondered.

"I said..."

The old Taoist whispered.

"Is our mythology a little off?"

Wei Yuan's mouth twitched and said, "Indeed, but I probably know what's going on."

"Have you heard of thinking logic? Also known as thought steel seal."

"Science fiction concept, what's wrong?"

"Well, it can be roughly considered that when facing some problems, we will make judgments without thinking, such as eating when we are hungry and drinking when we are thirsty. It is almost an instinct imprinted in the blood. I seem to have just discovered that people here have this thing."

"Even the children of Shenzhou are different from other civilizations."

"When we mention the sun god, we think that the sun god can be shot to death instead of kneeling down, and when we mention the pressure as big as a mountain, we will move it away instead of prostrating."

"If the sky is torn, we won't think it's divine punishment, but we have to solve it."

"If any god says we are born guilty, we will directly overturn the table and fight him."

"The so-called divine flood, we think of sealing the gods instead of resigning to fate."

"And the people who did all this..."

Wei Yuan's mouth twitched.

Thinking about it carefully, why didn't he notice it before? Yan Huang, Limin, Hua Xia.

These words that countless people hang on their lips, in those years, were not...

Emperor Yan Shennong, Emperor Huang Xuanyuan, Jiuli Chiyou, Xia Yu Wenming.

The names of this group of ancient old meat male groups that once dominated the Age of Gods?

He seemed to see the group of old men of the Age of Gods pondering in those years, feeling that they were about to die, and wanted to leave something for their descendants? In the end, they probably decided that since they were dead anyway, they couldn't leave anything, so they left their will and so on.

Then they directly slapped the hard-headed gene and unyielding rebellion into the DNA of the Yan Huang bloodline, and directly inherited the hard-headed and unyielding bones. By the way, Shennong said that planting vegetables should also be added, and Chiyou said that we have to grab territory, there is not enough land.

‘Even if it is a god, kill him if you don't agree with him.’

‘After killing him, grab his territory to plant vegetables.’

Set it directly as the Yan Huang factory setting.

Engraved in DNA.

In addition, 'Yan Huang must be the strongest, Shenzhou must be the most awesome in the world'

This was secretly engraved by Ji Xuanyuan himself.

Joining in the fun and eating melons, Wei Yuan suspected that it was the deeds of some unlucky ghosts that were handed down.

For example, Mount Buzhou, Mount Buzhou, or Mount Buzhou.

By the way, after that, Master and the First Emperor kept adding 'private goods' to the factory settings.

'Take good care of your family, be nice to people, and you can cut him if others don't listen to you the second time'

'Shenzhou must be unified, losing a piece is sorry for the ancestors'

Finally, Wei Yuan and the old Taoist chatted for a long time, and finally found a little clue, and found that the focus was on the powers such as blessing. The old man sighed and said, "Don't worry, when you go out, we will continue to find information for you."

"Also, you really don't need a second ticket?"

"No need."

Wei Yuan took a ticket. Anyway, he could just pull Wu Zhiqi out of his dream when the time came.

One ticket is enough.

He finished his millet porridge and got up. The old man smiled and said:

"It's still an ancient civilization, at least follow the name of the land of etiquette."

Wei Yuan said: "It is the land of rites and righteousness."

After he left, the little Taoist asked in confusion: "Are you going to talk gently and nicely?"

"Ah? Who said that?"

"Didn't you say ceremony?"

The old man couldn't help laughing loudly: "Who said that ceremony is gentle, swallowing your anger?"

"Ceremony is just a way of dealing with people, and there are different kinds of occasions."

He stroked the child's head and said with a smile: "Besides, if this is the ceremony?"

The old man narrowed his eyes and smiled:

"Then why in the most famous ritual vessels of Shenzhou."

"Are one a Yue and the other a Ji?!"

Yue, Ji!

The martial power that ordinary people cannot match.

Sacrifice and Rong.

This is the ceremony.

……………………

The air ticket given by the old Taoist was of the kind that could be redeemed at any time.

Wei Yuan went directly to the airport.

In the VIP waiting room, he started eating.

In the museum, Wei Yuan slept soundly yesterday, and the poor Vodka Lady was so angry that her liver exploded, producing amazing results. She spent a lot of time on various poses of water ghosts. The slender and beautiful girl was wearing an oversized T-shirt, stepping on cotton slippers, and holding a digital tablet in her arms, while rubbing her eyes and walking forward.

Opening the door, she accidentally bumped into an embrace.

"Tsk, it's you again, water ghost, this smell!"

The Vodka Lady looked up unhappily, stunned.

Outside was a young man wearing a black baseball jacket, more than 1.8 meters tall, with messy hair, a pair of sharp and somewhat messy sword eyebrows, wearing white headphones around his neck, frowning, and a pair of golden eyes seemed to be deep in his pupils, saying, "Water ghost?"

"Who is that?"

The Vodka Lady stammered.

The unruly youth directly grabbed the head of the delicate girl, lowered his head and looked at it, then pushed the girl's head away expressionlessly, raised his head and glanced around, and said:

"Where is the potter? This lord is here!"

"Come out for me!"

"Aren't you going to raid the dungeon in India?!"

His gaze froze and frowned.

He didn't feel the existence of that familiar aura.

The water ghost just stood up yawning, stunned when he saw the unruly youth.

The two raised their eyebrows together.

"Familiar breath..."

………………

At this moment.

Waiting hall.

Curator Wei raised his hand:

"Hello, please give me another serving of this set meal."

ps: Today's first update...

There may be three updates, but it is not certain, pondering.

Although I don’t usually go out much, I feel bored inexplicably after being added with the confinement Buff. At this time, the keyboard is calling to me, entering a phase of intermittent ambition.