mage in the late qing dynasty
Chapter 320 Godhead Tattoo
Chapter 320 Godhead Tattoo
Mahina lifted up Zhao Chuanxin's clothes and said in English that was more fluent than Kirsch: "Sir, please take off your clothes."
Zhao Chuanxin felt dizzy from the turtle shell needle and the wooden stick that was about to be struck. He felt his scalp numb and shook his head quickly: "No!"
Mahina was in a hurry: "Sir, before the high priest finished chanting, we need to give you the first pattern, otherwise the connection between the spirits will be lost."
Zhao Chuanxin realized.
What "Kahuna Ta Tatau", he is a tattoo artist!
Don't look at him being fucked up and speaking freely.
In fact, his parents are the traditional concept of the older generation.
In the past, if he dared to get tattoos, it would affect his height, because his father would break his legs.
In this world, parents are afraid that they will never appear at all, but Zhao Chuanxin is very resistant to this all the time.
Seeing Zhao Chuanxin's reluctance, Kishi persuaded, "Sir, this will strengthen your spiritual connection with the gods and our tribe. From now on, when the Kanaka people see these patterns, they will regard you as one of their own." Yes. Moreover, the pattern that the high priest asked Mahina to give you has the most supreme Ku'upakoko talisman, even the oldest high priest in Hawaii is not eligible to have it. Only like you, who have the surging unparalleled Ma Na's incarnation of the gods has this qualification."
Zhao Chuanxin: "..."
Damn, just push him to the altar?
He struggled in his mind.
Should I keep a piece of pure land on my body, or plant a thorn in the territory where the beautiful and treacherous people hang overseas?
Finally, he gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, you can get tattoos, but you can't get tattoos on your face, otherwise I will be impatient."
Mahina finally took off his clothes smoothly.
When raising the wooden stick, when the needle is about to be lowered,
Zhao Chuanxin said again: "Wait, this needle needs to be sterilized. Come on, I'll give you alcohol, and you can soak it in it for a while."
Mahina listened to the high priest's continuous chanting of carols, feeling anxious, but she could only put the monstera needle into the alcohol patiently.
After soaking, take it out, and hold it up to prick Zhao Chuanxin's back.
Zhao Chuanxin said again: "Hey, wait a little longer."
Mahina: "..."
Zhao Chuanxin sneered: "Also, tell me what the composition of this paint is, what if I get poisoned..."
"..." Mahina went crazy: "Sir, the ink used is called 'Mocha', which is made of toner fired from macadamia husks, ground salt, coconut oil, agave trees and other pigments extracted from more than ten kinds of trees. Mixed, non-toxic."
Zhao Chuanxin really couldn't find any excuses to prevaricate, his complexion was changing, but Mahina didn't give him a chance to delay, and knocked down the wooden stick.
"Oh, my Cao..."
Zhao Chuanxin exhaled in pain.
Everyone present was dumbfounded.
The incarnation of the God of War is afraid of pain?
At this time, Zhao Chuanxin didn't care about the god of war or not. He grinned in pain, yelled, and even interrupted the high priest's singing at one point.
Zhao Chuanxin suddenly thought of something again: "Isn't there a draft? If the lines are crooked, wouldn't it be useless?"
He is unwilling to accept tattoos, but there is no way to do it already.
But he doesn't accept crooked tattoos.
Because Mahina needs to concentrate, so Kishi explained: "Sir, this is a sacred ceremony, and the drafting is disrespectful to the gods. Mahina is the most talented in our family for hundreds of years. She will definitely not will go wrong."
While talking, Mahina injected needles quickly and intensively, making Zhao Chuanxin howl like ghosts and howls.
"No, no more tattoos, no more tattoos, hurry up and wash them off with water..."
Mahina ignored it and continued to inject the needle. Zhao Chuanxin didn't dare to struggle too hard. It would be even more ugly if it was pierced crookedly.
Kirsch said, "Sir, the ink penetrates the skin and cannot be washed off. Don't worry, it won't delay your boarding."
Seeing that, Miao Cuihua was terrified and asked Li Shutong, "What are they doing? Shouting like this, isn't it a disaster..."
Uncle Li explained, "It's called a tattoo. In the Water Margin, the Nine Dragons Shi Jin tattooed his body like this. However, other people's tattoos should not be as exaggerated as passing on salary."
Miao Cuihua couldn't understand why she had to paint on her body.
Li Shutong could understand English. He was thoughtful and said comfortingly: "I think Chuanxin is reluctant, but he has other plans. Let's not interfere and miss his important business."
Sure enough, when a regular geometric figure, red but not swollen, leaped behind.
The High Priest stopped chanting, and so did Mahina.
Zhao Chuanxin got up suddenly, took out a small mirror and handed it to Miao Cuihua impatiently, and took out another small mirror and held it in front of him: "Sister Hua, aim at my back, if this bastard makes shit like shit for me Patterns, I can't spare them."
Miao Cuihua looked at his back flushed, and touched him with distress. Zhao Chuanxin took a long breath, but didn't cry out, for fear of scaring Miao Cuihua.
It hurts so much.
Through the insinuation of two mirrors, he saw that there was only a regular geometric figure on the back, obviously not even a semi-finished product, but the pattern was regular and not ugly, so he was relieved.
The high priest tidied up his feathered cloak, and when he came over, his old face was wrinkled and smiled, and he said, "My friend from afar, I'm sure you are the incarnation of the gods. You see, there is no swelling on your body, just a little redness. , this is the best proof."
Zhao Chuanxin opened his mouth, but he didn't say anything.
It's red but not swollen, so it's because he has a good physique and strong immunity. Does it have something to do with being an incarnation or not?
Immediately he said angrily again: "This pattern is half-hearted, I'm leaving now, what should I do?"
The high priest pointed at Mahina: "Mashina voluntarily follows you, friend from afar, you take her along, she will complete Ku'upakoko for you."
Mahina looked at him expectantly.
Zhao Chuanxin suddenly felt cheated.
Did they do it on purpose, looking for a long-term meal ticket?
On the other side, the Japanese and white customs officers were a little nervous.
Because Zhao Chuanxin and others had been away for too long, if this group of people really wanted to stay on the island secretly, they would be considered dereliction of duty.
"It's all your fault. They only gave you such a small amount of money, so you let it go."
"That man is very evil, I think he can do magic tricks, don't you dare to provoke him?"
Ghost legends are prevalent in Japan, and many people believe in them.
"Then what should we do now? The superiors have strictly ordered us not to allow the Qing people to enter."
"If you don't tell me, I won't tell you, the superiors won't know."
Just as he was talking, he saw five people, one horse and one dog walking from a distance on Kiki Beach.
It was Zhao Chuanxin and the others, and there was one more person, who seemed to be a local Kanaka.
The Japanese and white customs officers breathed a sigh of relief.
As it was approaching, Zhao Chuanxin was shirtless and waved to them: "How are you guys?"
The faces of the two were stiff.
Although there is still some pain in the back, Zhao Chuanxin has recovered his mood.
He ignored the two of them and went straight to the pier.
Before boarding the ship, Li Shutong communicated with the crew and bought an extra ticket.
The crew pointed to Zhao Chuanxin and said, "No one with disheveled clothes is allowed to board the ship!"
Zhao Chuanxin pulled him away: "Go away, dog-like thing, who dares to stop it?"
The crew was pushed back a bit, but they didn't dare to say anything when they saw Zhao Chuanxin's tall, burly man and his unfriendly expression.
Mahina looked secretly surprised.
The Kanaka people are a typical people who look fierce on the outside, but are actually very friendly.
But Zhao Chuanxin is just the opposite.
He was still smiling one moment, but in the next moment he will turn his face.
This kind of moodiness was something Mahina had never seen before.
But Uncle Li is used to them.
Zhao Chuanxin clearly distinguishes the inside from the outside, and his elbows are always turned inward.
Get on the boat and settle Mahina well.
Mahina did not have the fear of leaving home, so she approached Zhao Chuanxin immediately and said, "Sir, let me continue tattooing you."
Zhao Chuanxin: "..."
Are you in a hurry?
But judging by Mahina's posture, this tattoo must be completed, even if it takes a year.
Gritting his teeth, Zhao Chuanxin moved out the chair with the back of the chair forward, and let Mahina operate it on his stomach.
"Be careful, the boat will sway after all, don't get it crooked, I'm very sensitive to anything with lines."
"Don't worry sir, I am the strongest among the Kanaka people in Hawaii."
She doesn't know how to be humble at all.
In this regard, Mahina is indeed very reliable.
This is their traditional project. All the men in the clan have tattoos, and the craft has been passed on to her. After years of practice, she has become more than capable.
"Mashina, don't you feel uneasy or afraid when you leave Hawaii?"
Mahina kept moving after being injured, and said, "Don't be afraid, because you are the incarnation of the gods, and we Kanakas would like to get closer to the gods."
Awesome, people with faith are different.
The on-site tattoo here attracted a large number of passengers wandering on the deck to watch.
A young Caucasian man saw that the geometric patterns tattooed on Zhao Chuanxin's body were very exquisitely designed, with triangles, rhombuses, squares, pentagons and other patterns arranged and combined. It is not yet clear what the pattern is, but the unique pattern and texture, Let him feel yearning.
Moreover, this kind of tattoo is black, which makes it even more mysterious.
He couldn't help asking: "Ma'am, I'm a soldier and I also want this highly recognizable tattoo. How much does it cost?"
Mahina was displeased: "Sir, please be respectful, not everyone can get this tattoo."
The youth frowned: "Why?"
"Because you don't deserve it."
"you……"
The white youth almost rolled his eyes in choking.
Among the Polynesians, tattoos were a symbol of status among warriors and tribes.
On the battlefield, the enemy will know who they are facing, which also has a certain deterrent effect.
Zhao Chuanxin's tattoo is different from ordinary warrior tattoos.
Not to mention this white youth, even the high priest is not qualified to get a tattoo.
Others have Hawaiian eagles, sea turtles, and wild boars, or hibiscus, orchids, and anthuriums.
However, Zhao Chuanxin's tattoo currently does not show any images of animals and plants.
In the next few days, Zhao Chuanxin suffered a lot.
During the day, she was beaten with needles, and at night she had to sleep on her side or on her stomach.
He often turned to his diary to resist the pain.
Finally, when the ship was about to dock, the first phase of the tattoo was completed, taking up a quarter of his back and half of his arm.
In the diary, "I", the goblin, and four brothers and sisters also arrived in the human city-state.
(End of this chapter)
Mahina lifted up Zhao Chuanxin's clothes and said in English that was more fluent than Kirsch: "Sir, please take off your clothes."
Zhao Chuanxin felt dizzy from the turtle shell needle and the wooden stick that was about to be struck. He felt his scalp numb and shook his head quickly: "No!"
Mahina was in a hurry: "Sir, before the high priest finished chanting, we need to give you the first pattern, otherwise the connection between the spirits will be lost."
Zhao Chuanxin realized.
What "Kahuna Ta Tatau", he is a tattoo artist!
Don't look at him being fucked up and speaking freely.
In fact, his parents are the traditional concept of the older generation.
In the past, if he dared to get tattoos, it would affect his height, because his father would break his legs.
In this world, parents are afraid that they will never appear at all, but Zhao Chuanxin is very resistant to this all the time.
Seeing Zhao Chuanxin's reluctance, Kishi persuaded, "Sir, this will strengthen your spiritual connection with the gods and our tribe. From now on, when the Kanaka people see these patterns, they will regard you as one of their own." Yes. Moreover, the pattern that the high priest asked Mahina to give you has the most supreme Ku'upakoko talisman, even the oldest high priest in Hawaii is not eligible to have it. Only like you, who have the surging unparalleled Ma Na's incarnation of the gods has this qualification."
Zhao Chuanxin: "..."
Damn, just push him to the altar?
He struggled in his mind.
Should I keep a piece of pure land on my body, or plant a thorn in the territory where the beautiful and treacherous people hang overseas?
Finally, he gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, you can get tattoos, but you can't get tattoos on your face, otherwise I will be impatient."
Mahina finally took off his clothes smoothly.
When raising the wooden stick, when the needle is about to be lowered,
Zhao Chuanxin said again: "Wait, this needle needs to be sterilized. Come on, I'll give you alcohol, and you can soak it in it for a while."
Mahina listened to the high priest's continuous chanting of carols, feeling anxious, but she could only put the monstera needle into the alcohol patiently.
After soaking, take it out, and hold it up to prick Zhao Chuanxin's back.
Zhao Chuanxin said again: "Hey, wait a little longer."
Mahina: "..."
Zhao Chuanxin sneered: "Also, tell me what the composition of this paint is, what if I get poisoned..."
"..." Mahina went crazy: "Sir, the ink used is called 'Mocha', which is made of toner fired from macadamia husks, ground salt, coconut oil, agave trees and other pigments extracted from more than ten kinds of trees. Mixed, non-toxic."
Zhao Chuanxin really couldn't find any excuses to prevaricate, his complexion was changing, but Mahina didn't give him a chance to delay, and knocked down the wooden stick.
"Oh, my Cao..."
Zhao Chuanxin exhaled in pain.
Everyone present was dumbfounded.
The incarnation of the God of War is afraid of pain?
At this time, Zhao Chuanxin didn't care about the god of war or not. He grinned in pain, yelled, and even interrupted the high priest's singing at one point.
Zhao Chuanxin suddenly thought of something again: "Isn't there a draft? If the lines are crooked, wouldn't it be useless?"
He is unwilling to accept tattoos, but there is no way to do it already.
But he doesn't accept crooked tattoos.
Because Mahina needs to concentrate, so Kishi explained: "Sir, this is a sacred ceremony, and the drafting is disrespectful to the gods. Mahina is the most talented in our family for hundreds of years. She will definitely not will go wrong."
While talking, Mahina injected needles quickly and intensively, making Zhao Chuanxin howl like ghosts and howls.
"No, no more tattoos, no more tattoos, hurry up and wash them off with water..."
Mahina ignored it and continued to inject the needle. Zhao Chuanxin didn't dare to struggle too hard. It would be even more ugly if it was pierced crookedly.
Kirsch said, "Sir, the ink penetrates the skin and cannot be washed off. Don't worry, it won't delay your boarding."
Seeing that, Miao Cuihua was terrified and asked Li Shutong, "What are they doing? Shouting like this, isn't it a disaster..."
Uncle Li explained, "It's called a tattoo. In the Water Margin, the Nine Dragons Shi Jin tattooed his body like this. However, other people's tattoos should not be as exaggerated as passing on salary."
Miao Cuihua couldn't understand why she had to paint on her body.
Li Shutong could understand English. He was thoughtful and said comfortingly: "I think Chuanxin is reluctant, but he has other plans. Let's not interfere and miss his important business."
Sure enough, when a regular geometric figure, red but not swollen, leaped behind.
The High Priest stopped chanting, and so did Mahina.
Zhao Chuanxin got up suddenly, took out a small mirror and handed it to Miao Cuihua impatiently, and took out another small mirror and held it in front of him: "Sister Hua, aim at my back, if this bastard makes shit like shit for me Patterns, I can't spare them."
Miao Cuihua looked at his back flushed, and touched him with distress. Zhao Chuanxin took a long breath, but didn't cry out, for fear of scaring Miao Cuihua.
It hurts so much.
Through the insinuation of two mirrors, he saw that there was only a regular geometric figure on the back, obviously not even a semi-finished product, but the pattern was regular and not ugly, so he was relieved.
The high priest tidied up his feathered cloak, and when he came over, his old face was wrinkled and smiled, and he said, "My friend from afar, I'm sure you are the incarnation of the gods. You see, there is no swelling on your body, just a little redness. , this is the best proof."
Zhao Chuanxin opened his mouth, but he didn't say anything.
It's red but not swollen, so it's because he has a good physique and strong immunity. Does it have something to do with being an incarnation or not?
Immediately he said angrily again: "This pattern is half-hearted, I'm leaving now, what should I do?"
The high priest pointed at Mahina: "Mashina voluntarily follows you, friend from afar, you take her along, she will complete Ku'upakoko for you."
Mahina looked at him expectantly.
Zhao Chuanxin suddenly felt cheated.
Did they do it on purpose, looking for a long-term meal ticket?
On the other side, the Japanese and white customs officers were a little nervous.
Because Zhao Chuanxin and others had been away for too long, if this group of people really wanted to stay on the island secretly, they would be considered dereliction of duty.
"It's all your fault. They only gave you such a small amount of money, so you let it go."
"That man is very evil, I think he can do magic tricks, don't you dare to provoke him?"
Ghost legends are prevalent in Japan, and many people believe in them.
"Then what should we do now? The superiors have strictly ordered us not to allow the Qing people to enter."
"If you don't tell me, I won't tell you, the superiors won't know."
Just as he was talking, he saw five people, one horse and one dog walking from a distance on Kiki Beach.
It was Zhao Chuanxin and the others, and there was one more person, who seemed to be a local Kanaka.
The Japanese and white customs officers breathed a sigh of relief.
As it was approaching, Zhao Chuanxin was shirtless and waved to them: "How are you guys?"
The faces of the two were stiff.
Although there is still some pain in the back, Zhao Chuanxin has recovered his mood.
He ignored the two of them and went straight to the pier.
Before boarding the ship, Li Shutong communicated with the crew and bought an extra ticket.
The crew pointed to Zhao Chuanxin and said, "No one with disheveled clothes is allowed to board the ship!"
Zhao Chuanxin pulled him away: "Go away, dog-like thing, who dares to stop it?"
The crew was pushed back a bit, but they didn't dare to say anything when they saw Zhao Chuanxin's tall, burly man and his unfriendly expression.
Mahina looked secretly surprised.
The Kanaka people are a typical people who look fierce on the outside, but are actually very friendly.
But Zhao Chuanxin is just the opposite.
He was still smiling one moment, but in the next moment he will turn his face.
This kind of moodiness was something Mahina had never seen before.
But Uncle Li is used to them.
Zhao Chuanxin clearly distinguishes the inside from the outside, and his elbows are always turned inward.
Get on the boat and settle Mahina well.
Mahina did not have the fear of leaving home, so she approached Zhao Chuanxin immediately and said, "Sir, let me continue tattooing you."
Zhao Chuanxin: "..."
Are you in a hurry?
But judging by Mahina's posture, this tattoo must be completed, even if it takes a year.
Gritting his teeth, Zhao Chuanxin moved out the chair with the back of the chair forward, and let Mahina operate it on his stomach.
"Be careful, the boat will sway after all, don't get it crooked, I'm very sensitive to anything with lines."
"Don't worry sir, I am the strongest among the Kanaka people in Hawaii."
She doesn't know how to be humble at all.
In this regard, Mahina is indeed very reliable.
This is their traditional project. All the men in the clan have tattoos, and the craft has been passed on to her. After years of practice, she has become more than capable.
"Mashina, don't you feel uneasy or afraid when you leave Hawaii?"
Mahina kept moving after being injured, and said, "Don't be afraid, because you are the incarnation of the gods, and we Kanakas would like to get closer to the gods."
Awesome, people with faith are different.
The on-site tattoo here attracted a large number of passengers wandering on the deck to watch.
A young Caucasian man saw that the geometric patterns tattooed on Zhao Chuanxin's body were very exquisitely designed, with triangles, rhombuses, squares, pentagons and other patterns arranged and combined. It is not yet clear what the pattern is, but the unique pattern and texture, Let him feel yearning.
Moreover, this kind of tattoo is black, which makes it even more mysterious.
He couldn't help asking: "Ma'am, I'm a soldier and I also want this highly recognizable tattoo. How much does it cost?"
Mahina was displeased: "Sir, please be respectful, not everyone can get this tattoo."
The youth frowned: "Why?"
"Because you don't deserve it."
"you……"
The white youth almost rolled his eyes in choking.
Among the Polynesians, tattoos were a symbol of status among warriors and tribes.
On the battlefield, the enemy will know who they are facing, which also has a certain deterrent effect.
Zhao Chuanxin's tattoo is different from ordinary warrior tattoos.
Not to mention this white youth, even the high priest is not qualified to get a tattoo.
Others have Hawaiian eagles, sea turtles, and wild boars, or hibiscus, orchids, and anthuriums.
However, Zhao Chuanxin's tattoo currently does not show any images of animals and plants.
In the next few days, Zhao Chuanxin suffered a lot.
During the day, she was beaten with needles, and at night she had to sleep on her side or on her stomach.
He often turned to his diary to resist the pain.
Finally, when the ship was about to dock, the first phase of the tattoo was completed, taking up a quarter of his back and half of his arm.
In the diary, "I", the goblin, and four brothers and sisters also arrived in the human city-state.
(End of this chapter)
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