Chapter 297: Court makeup artist encounters high priest (two...

Remember [EbookFREE.me] for one second, update fast, no pop-up window, free to read!
Malduk is the of the city-state of Babylon. In the Babylonian view, the king of the Babylonian king was granted by Malduk, the monk of the temple is the servant of Malduk, the people need her shelter, please Martuk, in exchange for his grace, to protect the country and the city. Forever.
As the station of the gods, only the kings of Babylon and the monks will be allowed to enter. Only on a special day like this, the king can take his righteousness, that is, the Princess of the Medina, Idis, enters the temple. Get the blessing of Malduk.
The ceremony was long, and Lin Luoran, like everyone else, could only wait devoutly outside the temple.
There is a stone pagoda next to the temple, which is about fifteen or six meters high. It is only one head higher than the sturdy and towering inner wall. It is a bit shabby compared to the magnificent temple.
The architecture of the inner city of Babylon is full of color and gorgeous. She even saw that the top of the temple was made of gold. How can such an important place for Babylon be an unremarkable stone tower? Something unusual, the rituals of blessing newcomers in the temple have not lasted for a long time, and Lin Luoran had to find something for himself.
I don’t think about asking the female slaves around me. I don’t dare to talk to her when they don’t dare to look up.
The monks who stayed outside the temple were not happy with Lin Luoran. In their view, those who dared to look at the temple quietly on such occasions were the shackles of Malduk.
When Nebuchadnezzar and Edith came out side by side, Lin Luoran’s aura just happened to flash at this moment. Babylon is short of stone, and all the buildings are made of earth-cured bricks, except for the inconspicuous stone tower in front of you, and the fabulous Malduk temple next to it!
Why is the precious stone used on such an inconspicuous stone tower?
The monks got together and said something in the ear of the high priest. A vicissitude of the gaze looked toward this side. Lin Luoran only saw the deep eye pattern. It was a face carved by time and a woman named Ji. Going back, Lin Luoran did not come to the heart of this high priest.
She shrank into the ranks of the slave slaves.
"Wang Hao, this silk, is also the female slave you brought from the bottom of the rice?" The high priest did not let her go because of her retreat. Lin Luoran yelled at himself that he had nothing to wear silk, now he made himself Like a red-crowned crane in a group of white cranes, it would not work if you don’t want to be conspicuous.
Idish's hand was held by Nebuchadnezzar, smelling the spice of his body, and some absent-minded: "Lin is not a female slave, she is a noble guest of the bottom of the rice." She lowered her voice, "Wang, is Lin Wei. I painted a beautiful look."
Nebuchadnezzar laughed and quickly drove away the old-fashioned look he looked.
"Idis, you friend, you can be a court painter." Painting and makeup, in the eyes of the king of Babylon, there is no difference. Lin Luoran’s looks are not in line with Babylon’s aesthetics, and Nebuchadnezzar’s eyes are long on her.
"The high priest, I am going to rebuild the Tower of Babel to worship the of Malduk. What do you think?" Nebuchadnezzar stood in front of the temple and talked to the high priest.
When I heard the words "Babel", Lin Luoran’s ears were automatically erected.
The more the king attaches importance to religious activities, the integrity of the gods of Malduk, it is best to fill the temples throughout the country, the interests of the monks will be guaranteed and expanded, the high priests did not have reasons to refuse, but I heard that it is to rebuild the Tower of Babel. The old priest, who seemed to be ruining wood, hesitated for a while before nodding his head.
Nebuchadnezzar took Idish's hand and walked to the edge of the stone tower. "Edice, this is the door of the of Babylon. I will build it directly into the sky, offering the of Maldese, we can also On the top of the tower, overlooking the kingdom that belongs to us."
At this moment, Nebuchadnezzar was full of arrogance, and Idis looked at his hero, and he was intoxicated and intoxicated.
Only Lin Luoran almost fell down, this inconspicuous stone tower, turned out to be the Tower of Babel! ! - Wrong, it should be the predecessor of the Tower of Babel. It has not yet reached the sky. Can this tower, only the reconstructed Tower of Babel, return her to the 21st century? Is this the test of the level... Lin Luoran’s thoughts are all messed up.
The eyes of the high priest who wrote the story, saw the expression of flickering and sorrow on her face.
"Wang, you should join Wang Hao to accept the congratulations of the people." The high priest awakened Nebuchadnezzar, and the cheers of the people outside the wall did not stop. The people of Babylon are expecting their king to appear with Wang Hao. Nebuchadnezzar took the steps and held the steps together.
The slaves, the musicians and the guards all acted, and Lin Luoran was preparing to keep up, and the two monks stopped in front of her.
She was alert and surprised, but she did not know why they stopped her.
The high priest laughed: "The court painter? You Chinese monks, in order to enter the Tongtian Tower, really can't think of anything."
Lin Luoran’s neck is stiff and there is a feeling of being seen through. Don't you confess, don't you care about him, or catch up with it to seek the blessing of Edith? Several thoughts are fighting in her mind. There is also a risk factor in the cautiousness of nature. This is the best chance for her to get close to the tower.
"Where are you from?" The high priest stared at her for a moment, and suddenly spoke.
Is death or alive, is it hiding or fighting? Lin Luoran’s body has reacted instinctively. She has a mild and harmless smile.
The high priest, the little girl is from the east.
Lin Ma said that she was very elderly since she was a child, and Sanqing Daozu blessed, and Lin’s mother must say yes. Really.
The high priest with wrinkles on his face shook his head. "You are not like the arrogant Orientals who are trying to capture the tower, the little girl, are you really from the East?"
Lin Luoran has a cold sweat. "The high priest, you are laughing. The little girl is indeed from the East China." She silently added a sentence in her heart, from the East China Huaxia after more than two thousand years, she is not lying?
The high priest is undecided about her answer. "The cultivation is very low. Since you are coming for the tower, you may wish to go and see, can you be willing?"
Lin Luoran suspected that he had listened, and the old man was actively inviting her to enter the tower? Is it because Sanqing Daozu heard her wish? In fact, it is more likely that it is a trap. The high priest is so quietly watching her like that. Lin Luoran is somewhat frustrated. She does not want her to answer, but the other’s unfathomable repairs are all It doesn't matter.
"We have a saying in China that it is better to be respectful than to be respected, and the high priest first asks." This sentence is also Chinese, but there is no Spring and Autumn. At this time, apart from these Babylonian monks, no outsiders are present. Lin Luoran is not afraid of revealing stuffing.
The monks returned to the temple, and the old priest walked barefoot in front, and Lin Luoran’s legs were stiff and powerful. Since the Babel Tower has existed for a long time, she actually guessed it wrong. Maybe it was not built by the Chinese monk, but the woman surnamed Ji, who wanted to seize the belongings of Babylon, watched her tactical return, and did not hesitate to collect the rice. The princess is a disciple and I don’t know how many years this has been laid.
At this time, in China, what has happened, let Ji’s surname exist, and have to play the idea of ​​interplanetary transmission? Lin Luoran was troubled. The high priest did not seem to notice her ups and downs. She had been walking in front of her, and she did not think she could escape.
At this time, the stone tower is not a grand anomaly. It is very different from the sky tower that emerged when they came. However, when Lin Luoran entered Shimen, he could not tell the tension. There is no light, no crystal ball, which is not the tower of the tower after 2,600 years.
Lin Luoran was somewhat disappointed. The high priest waved his hand and the stone door slowly closed. Lin Luoran did not notice any traces of the use of spiritual power.
Inside the tower is a dome, which closes the stone gate, and there is a flash of light shining above the dome.
Those moving flashes of light, the beautiful track is so familiar, Lin Luoran is shocked and blurted out: "Star map!" Above the dome of the tower, the shining light is on the jade step, let her almost Lost first-order star map!
The wrinkles on the face of the high priest are deeper. "Do you know the star map?"
Lin Luoran wants to bite off his tongue, lying, in front of this mysterious high priest, the chance of being confused, is there any chance that she will wear it back to modern times?