At this time, outside the tent.

Under the leadership of a red-clothed lama, a group of villagers carried a large red box and walked step by step towards the back hill of the village.

The lama turned the prayer wheel with his left hand, pinched the string of Buddhist beads with his right hand, and slowly recited the "Six-Character Da Ming Mantra" in his mouth, while the crowd, almost all of them lowered their heads, and every step they took seemed to contain some kind of special rhythm, unified and neat.

"I said, you guys, can you get up, their ceremony will start in a while. Tang Kun was anxious at first, like an ant on the hot pot, to take a look outside, and then to return to the tent, circling all over the ground.

In fact, it's no wonder that he has this kind of performance, as a captain who touches gold, he has been immersed in this industry for many years, and finally let him encounter such a rare scene, if he doesn't let him have a good experience, how can he be willing.

It's like a veteran foodie, you are enjoying a lot of food yourself, but you just let him smell it, and sometimes you will even smack his mouth twice to make him listen, which is more uncomfortable than killing him.

It's impossible to sleep, looking at his scratching appearance, Wang Changsheng patted Liang Pingping beside him and said, "Hey, let's go, let's go and see, if you don't go, I'm afraid this guy will go crazy." ”

When the three of them came out, the funeral army had already disappeared into the village, and several people followed their footsteps for about twenty minutes before they saw them on a relatively flat slope in the middle of the mountain.

There is a small white pagoda here, and next to the white pagoda is fenced off with an iron fence about a flat land the size of a practice court, and it seems that this is supposed to be the place where the sky burial is carried out.

The villagers had already lifted the deceased out of the large red box and placed him on the ground covered with cloth of various colors, face up.

"Look, it's about to begin. Tang Kun took the lead in finding a "good place" close to the heavenly burial platform, and shouted excitedly, but because his voice was too loud, he was immediately met with a group of disgusted eyes.

When Tibetans hold sky burials, they don't like outsiders to watch, and the eldest brother has reminded them of this before.

Although these people didn't say anything, Tang Kun still felt a little offended, and immediately nodded to everyone apologetically. The ceremony is about to begin.

First of all, the Tibetan elder brother walked out of the crowd, he first drank a bottle of liquor in his hand after a few sips, and then looked at the shadow of the white tower, and saw that it was already intertwined with the corpse, so he took out a beautifully made scimitar with a crescent-shaped body from his waist and walked slowly to the corpse.

The appearance of this eldest brother made the three of them feel a little surprised, but he is the only person here who understands Mandarin, and he must have a high position in the village, and it is inevitable that he will handle it himself.

There is a point in everything, and this first knife is no exception.

I saw that the eldest brother moved quickly and touched the front spine of the deceased, and then cut it from the left side of his back.

Because the deceased was a man, the man on the left and the woman on the right, the first knife had to be so.

When the first knife was cut, everyone could clearly see the effect of the knife, but the continuity of the eldest brother's knife was very strong, and it did not stop immediately, but extended until the soles of the deceased's feet and slowly stopped.

"Brother, why do I feel so disgusted when I look at it. Liang Pingping lightly touched Wang Changsheng's arm, and the expression on his face looked a little distorted.

Wang Changsheng patted him on the shoulder comfortingly, and said: "Well, every place has its own customs, although they think that the heavenly burial dedicates the body back to nature, which is considered a good deed and a public virtue, but to be honest, I can't accept it a little, I think we should go back." ”

As soon as he heard this, Liang Pingping immediately nodded like a chicken pecking rice, and hurriedly shouted in Tang Kun's direction: "Tang Kun, Brother Kun, go back!"

But Tang Kun didn't seem to hear it, staring at the forward direction motionlessly, and twitching the corners of his mouth from time to time.

", brother, look at that goods, he, he's actually dripping halazi......"

"Hey, maybe he didn't eat in the morning and was hungry. Wang Changsheng shook his head helplessly, and continued: "Let's go around first, and wait for this product to look cool and go back together." ”

They are all brothers who have lived and died together, and since Tang Kun is so interested, the two of them can't say anything more.

Along the path they came, the two walked aimlessly into the forest from the hillside, chatting without a word, while enjoying the different scenery of the Tibetan border.

The forest was covered with thick white snow, and there was a "creaking" and "creaking" sound when you stepped on it.

"Brother, look over there. I don't know how long I walked, Liang Pingping suddenly stretched out his hand and said in surprise.

And following the direction of his finger, Wang Changsheng suddenly saw that on this snow-capped mountain full of silver, a huge basin appeared out of thin air, and the flowers and green grass around the basin seemed to be isolated by some mysterious force, forming a sharp contrast with the snow-capped outside world, presenting a strange scene full of business.

"This, this is a sinkhole?" Wang Changsheng said uncertainly.

In our country, there are many magical places that cannot be explained by science, such as here, this basin obviously appears very unusual, but it still exists.

"Let's go, go down and have a look. Wang Changsheng waved away, and both of them couldn't help but speed up their pace.

But when the two of them crossed the edge of the junction between the basin and the trees, they suddenly felt something similar to a magnetic field, which made them feel that their gravity dropped a lot in an instant, and every step they took was a lot harder than usual.

"Brother, this place is a bit evil. Liang Pingping tried to jump up a few times, but the highest one was about five or six centimeters.

Wang Changsheng glanced around, and said a little cautiously: "Well, be careful, take a look around first, if you find anything, don't act rashly, wait for Tang Kun's guy to come." ”

Among them, if it is the study of topography and landforms, no one can stand out from Tang Kunqi, and the two of them also believe that maybe only that guy can come and give them some constructive suggestions.

"Brother, there's a hole here. "It's Liang Pingping again, maybe it's his luck today, and he always finds unexpected surprises from him.

Tao Yuanming, a writer in the Eastern Jin Dynasty, once wrote a collection of poems, the Peach Blossom Spring, one of which wrote, 'Suddenly the peach blossom forest is between hundreds of steps, and there are no trees and fragrant grasses in it...... When the forest is exhausted, there will be a mountain, and the mountain has a small mouth as if there is light, and the re-walking dozens of steps will suddenly open up', at this time, it is really just right to describe this sudden hole.