"Who are you?" asked a villager in his fifties who was about fifty years old as they stopped the car and were smashing various things out of the back box.

Wang Changsheng glanced at the visitor a few times, first nodded at him kindly, and then said: "This big brother, our car is about to run out of gas, you see that it is getting late and late, can you let us stay here for one night, well, we still have some medicine and food, just for a few of us." ”

In Tibetan areas, although vegetables are scarce, at least it is not a problem to solve the problem of food and clothing, so they are not very interested in food.

But medicine is different, because of such an isolated small village, there are basically no medical facilities, even a fever, a feeling and the like, if you don't get it right, you may be killed at any time.

"How did you end up here, it's so far from the city. Although the big brother stared at the medicine box they had taken down from the car, he still maintained the due caution.

He is the head of the village here, because he worked odd jobs in the city for several years in his early years, and he is also the only person in the whole village who is the most "knowledgeable" and can speak Mandarin.

"Big brother, a few of us came by car, this Tibetan area is too big, no, I don't know how to drive the car here, big brother, I guarantee with my personality, we are not bad people. At this time, Liang Pingping patted his chest and said first.

The temperature difference between day and night is huge, and if the villagers' suspicions cannot be dispelled, it may be a question of whether they can survive the night.

Looking at their dusty appearance, the eldest brother carefully looked at a few people for a while before he said, "Okay, you guys can live in my house today." ”

The people in Tibetan areas are very hospitable, but because this small mountain village has been closed for a long time, it is natural that they have a sense of precaution against the living.

It wasn't until these strangers and the Tibetan elder brother gradually moved away that the villagers dispersed in twos and threes.

The village became quiet again, but the few people had only walked for a while before they faintly heard the sound of babbling.

The sound was soft, soft, but it was real.

As he walked, Wang Changsheng suddenly made a defensive gesture to the two people behind him, and then asked the Tibetan elder brother seemingly casually, "Big brother, what just happened here?"

His words first made the Tibetan elder brother "stunned" for a moment, and then immediately realized something, and said: "You are talking about the Dorjee family, right? The son of the Dorjee family passed away a few days ago, and the villagers are now chanting sutras for him. ”

This is their custom, and in Tibetan areas, whenever someone dies, nearby villagers will voluntarily recite the "Six-Character Mantra" or "Bright Lantern Bazi Mantra" for the deceased.

During the day, as long as they have time, the whole village of men, women and children seems to come out of their homes and spontaneously hold a mourning vigil at the deceased's home, while at night, the men of the village take turns to keep a vigil, and meals are provided by the deceased's family during the vigil.

"Oh, it turned out to be the "Six-Character Mantra", I said how it feels so familiar. Wang Changsheng muttered to himself, but after thinking about it, he said again: "Big brother, when is this family going to have a funeral? Now that we are here, we also want to give him a ride." ”

He said this not because he had nothing to do, but because there is such a custom in Tibetan areas, if someone from a family dies and an outsider like them passes by, it is the greatest respect for them, and at the same time, they will receive their most sincere blessings.

Their car is out of gas, and they may have to live in the village for a few days, so this kind of socialization is still necessary.

Really.

After two chuckles of "hehe", the Tibetan eldest brother said politely: "I thank you for your kindness for the Dorjee family first, but tomorrow the Living Buddha will come over to hold a sky burial for his son, I'm afraid there is not much time." ”

Sky burial is a burial mode unique to Tibetan areas, in which they usually take the body of a person to a designated place for vultures (or other birds, beasts, etc.) to devour.

The core of the heavenly burial is the immortality of the soul and the reincarnation of reincarnation, which is the different transformation of different dimensions, and the Tibetans respect the heavenly burial because they believe that feeding animals with "skins" is the most noble almsgiving, and it is the highest state that embodies the Mahayana Buddhism.

It's just that in some more open areas, the form of sky burial is rare, and only ancient and isolated villages like this may continue this custom.

Tang Kun seemed to show great interest in this, and said, "Heh, Heavenly Burial, big brother, can we go and see it tomorrow?"

The burial of the dead, most people are afraid to avoid it, but Tang Kun prefers this way, especially for those he has never seen, all kinds of strange burial modes, which can stimulate his curiosity even more.

"Yes, but don't get too close, we don't like to have outsiders present during the ceremony. ”

While talking, several people had already arrived at the eldest brother's residence, but when they saw this so-called "home", they almost shocked their jaws.

This is a tent made of cow wool woven into a thick sheet, the tent is mainly made of two wooden poles, one wooden pole is the beam, the outside is tightened with a wool rope, and then fixed around it with a wooden wedge, making it look like a relatively large yurt.

"This, this is a house, can you live in it?" Liang Pingping saw that the two of them followed in, and after a long struggle, he walked in slowly.

The tent was very warm, the carpet of all colors was soft and comfortable, and it instantly formed a strong contrast with the cold outside, Liang Pingping didn't even bother to take off his shoes, so he ran up like a fly and sat around the fire in the middle.

In the scorching summer, the snow is white, the ancient villages are full of smoke.

After eating the tsamba and beef brought by the Tibetan brother, the three of them lay directly on the ground, and after a while, they resounded a long and long sound......

Following.

"Ding, Ding, Ding......"

A noisy sound came from outside the tent, and Tang Kun was the first to open his eyes.

"Brothers, wake up. Tang Kun picked them up twice one by one, and hurriedly put on his shoes.

"Hmph, you're a cat, I'm not, this early morning, what nerves do you have?" Liang Pingping rubbed his eye-catching eyes and said indignantly.

"Listen, it's the sound of a prayer wheel. Tang Kun said nervously.

"So what?" said Liang Pingping, falling down again.

"Aren't you curious? I can't see this burial now. ”

"Groove, I'm too lazy to pay attention to your ......"