The temple is broad and bright, the statues of the gods are shining with golden light, the walls of the gods are engraved and painted, and the flags of the gods are flying high on the ceiling. The king sat cross-legged under the statue of the god, and everyone bowed their heads to listen to the teachings of the gods.

"The so-called breeding is to select stable and dominant light and dark divinities (alleles) from the seeds of generations. The performance of these superior divinities in corn is more fruit and shorter stalks. Less prone to lodging, less sickness, less yield loss when precipitation is insufficient..."

"The divinity that is beneficial to planting needs to be continuously accumulated in crops from generation to generation. From the dominant corn, select good seeds, cultivate them in a small field, harvest, select seeds, and repeat again. This field, the most Fortunately, in the lake, it is separated from other corn fields. Only in this way can the stability of the divine inheritance be guaranteed... The breeding process needs to last for a long time, ten years, decades or even hundreds of years. And when the advantage When there are enough divinities, they can be further hybridized to obtain special breakthroughs..."

"Actually, in the Olmec era three thousand years ago, the corn they planted and the cobs they produced were much smaller than those cultivated by the alliance and other states in the world. The corn yield at that time was also higher than it is now At the beginning of the first era, the first corn was slowly domesticated by the ancestors from the strong grass thousands of years ago!..."

Hearing such words, everyone present looked at each other in blank dismay, and their expressions changed a little. You know, in ancient mythology, corn is a gift from the gods. If other people dare to say such disrespectful words, what will happen...

"Cough. Of course, the original corn was also a revelation from the Lord God to the ancestors!"

Xiulot coughed lightly, and quickly added another sentence. Then, with a serious expression, he watched the priests and guards present, and spoke earnestly.

"Just, you need to remember! Pairs of light and dark divinity exist in all things. They can accumulate and choose, go in different directions, and cause all things to undergo different changes. God creates all things, only giving the original divinity .And all things continue to reproduce, light and dark gods arise and die, and changes are also happening! This kind of change can also be called evolution..."

"Four epochs reincarnate, and everything in each epoch is different. The so-called breeding is to control the divinity of light and darkness! What we have to do is to let people artificially choose the direction of change of all things, so that their changes, It fit our needs!"

After the words were finished, there was silence in the temple. There are only the rustling sounds recorded on the straw paper by the priests accompanying the army with their heads lowered, and the rustling sound of the long wind blowing through the veil of the gods. All preaching is under the watchful eye of the Lord God. And the so-called divine enlightenment is to enlighten all living beings in the name of God!

"...God created all things and bestowed the original divinity. All things reproduce, light and dark divinity arise and die, and change in different directions..."

The Mayan trader Tikalo muttered to himself, with wisdom shining in his eyes. He couldn't help stretching out his hand, stroking his slender and divine head, feeling the smooth and smooth touch, which is the unique characteristic of a wise man.

"Light and Dark Divinity, Evolution and Selection..."

Ticaro pondered silently, realizing the mystery contained in His Highness's words. His keen intuition reminded him repeatedly, telling him that behind His Highness's description, there must be an extremely complex and huge system that encompasses everything.

"This kind of feeling is like me carrying the twenty-digit multiplication that has been passed down for thousands of years, and memorizing astronomy and astrology in a few words...but I don't know how thousands of years ago, the ancestors of the capital of the gods used these and did it. What a brilliant feat?...Ah! Your Highness, His Highness must be like this too! He looked at the Heavenly Tree of Life, but he could only describe fragments of branches and leaves, and told us with difficulty..."

Thinking of this, strong greed and desire appeared in Tikalo's eyes, which was the instinctive pursuit of mysterious knowledge by the ancient Mayan nobles. He couldn't help lowering his head, and quietly clenched his palms.

"...Ah! That is the mystery of the gods! If I can receive divine revelation and see the sacred tree of life, I... how wonderful it would be!..."

Two steps away, the old militiaman Chihuaco stood in the corner with his head bowed in a respectful gesture. He had a sneer on his old face and cursed in his heart.

"...Ha! The pigs are lying on the ground, full of fart. Your Majesty is saying something that doesn't make sense again. I have planted the land all my life, and I have never touched any divinity..."

"???..."

Beside the old militiaman, Huitu Puap looked dazed, like sleepwalking. He listened to His Majesty's words and could understand every word, but these words were connected together, just like the priest's incantation, only ghosts could understand.

Shulot looked around at the crowd, looking at those expressions that were either deep in thought or dull and dazed, and touched his smooth chin. He thought for a while, tilted his head slightly, and stretched out his hand.

"Chivaco, you are the best at planting among all the people. Do you understand the breeding I just said?"

"Ah!...uh, this!..."

Hearing the roll call, Chivako trembled all over, terrified in his heart, almost thinking that His Majesty could read minds. He stammered and answered cautiously.

"Your Majesty, I don't understand that... divinity. I only know how to dig holes and plant the land. Uh, when planting, choose some good, chubby seeds, which should be there. As for the others... Uh... .It is best to have wind when heading ears. If there is too much rain or too dry, there will be few seeds or baldness..."

"Huh?... Let me think about it. That's right! The pollination of corn depends on the wind... Its divinity must be transmitted from male flowers to female flowers with the help of the wind. Of course, it can also be artificially pollinated. Click on the pistil..."

Xiulot thought for a while and added a few more words. He said whatever came to his mind, regardless of whether he remembered it correctly or not, anyway, he told the priests all at once. In the end, he also used a charcoal pencil to draw the structure diagram of the flower on the wooden board, and described some common sense of plant physiology.

"...Blooming and bearing fruit, the divinity of light and darkness is inherited. Among these flowers, there are also male flowers and female flowers, stamens and pistils. The inherited light and dark divinity is conceived in the stamens and pistils. Generally speaking, the two Half of it is contained. The stamen produces pollen, which falls into the pistil style ~lightnovelpub.net~ Just like male and female giving birth, giving birth to a fetus... Oh, yes! The process of male and female singing is the same as this, and half of the light is produced by male and female Dark divinity, combined into the source of life, and then developed into a newborn fetus..."

The priests lowered their heads again and wrote down the king's graffiti. Everyone was meticulous and respectful, just like recording a talisman.

It wasn't until the setting sun set and the torches were lit in the temple that Shulot waved his hand to let the priests and guards retreat. Then, he raised the corners of his mouth, looked at the old militiaman Chihuaco, the dust nobleman Puap, and the Mayan businessman Tikalo, and smiled gently.

"Witness of the Lord God! I recruited you guys from thousands of miles away just for a very important enlightenment from the gods!..."

Hearing this, the old militiaman went cold all over. An ominous premonition hit my heart, like dark clouds in the sky, covering all the sunlight. However, His Majesty is still sunny and has a gentle smile.

"That divine revelation is a little far away... probably in the east, um, five thousand miles away..."

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