"What do you say, how do I know what a dead man looks like? ”

"What else is there that doesn't?"

"I don't know. ”

Fan Yang settled down, going back like this, too unwilling, what if there is a cave behind him?

The adventure gene in his bones strongly stimulated him, and his courage gradually grew.

I thought that it would be a test for myself.

"You follow me, tied with a rope, and I have to look at it anyway. ”

"Or not, it's really a dead man. ”

"It's okay, you take me by the hand. ”

Fan Yang was bold, walked to the corner, and first took a flashlight and shook it in little by little.

After grinding for a long time, I finally had a heartfelt heart and looked at the past head-on.

At first glance, it was really shocking.

I saw that behind the corner, a few meters away, there was a corpse sitting cross-legged.

There are also red strips of cloth on the body,

The head rolled to the ground in front of him.

A pile of bones was scattered on the ground, with only the spine and rib bones, leaning against the wall of the cave behind him.

Fan Yang turned on the flashlight and looked at everything carefully.

It should be a lama or a lay monk.

The bones were covered with a thick layer of ash, and they had been dead for an unknown number of years.

At the neck and rib bones of the corpse, there seemed to be two strings of something.

Seeing those two strings of things, Fan Yang's heart began to beat again.

Got into it with the audacity.

Reaching out, he took the two strings off.

Wipe off the dust.

Sure enough, it was a bunch of beeswax, a bunch of turquoise and red coral.

I just wanted to turn around, and found that there was a bracelet on my wrist.

When I picked it up, it turned out to be a string of dzi.

13 round, and one long.

The 13 round, all about the size of a person's finger bones, each of them has a spherical natural eyeball pattern on it, Fan Yang took a flashlight and shook it carefully, the long one, large and small, can be counted, there are as many as 6 eyeballs.

Picked up a string of beeswax?

And a string of dzis?

"How good is this, I didn't expect to make a windfall in the next hole. ”

Fan Yang smiled slightly awkwardly.

The heart is also stretched, just discovered the gold mine, and picked up a string of dzi, it seems to be numb.

This trip into Tibet, the luck is simply not too good.

How can this skeleton be so rich?

It should be a monk, and looking at the red cloth strips on the bones, Fan Yang quickly determined that this string of beeswax, green pine, and a string of dzi, worn on his neck and wrists, should be his prayer beads.

It's just that the lamas in Tibet, the rosary is not made of Bodhi and sandalwood.

Of the seven treasures of Buddhism, the most valuable ones are dzi and agate.

Beeswax is a treasure in agate.

Dzi, higher status, is the first of the seven treasures, called the purest dzi, can be called the first holy object of Buddhism, its material is strictly speaking a kind of agate, there is a more precious conch, there is a natural circular pattern on it, this circular pattern is called the eye of heaven.

It is said that Shakyamuni once scattered 100,000 dzi beads in the ten directions, turned into a guardian saint, and rectified the six orders, its significance is self-evident.

In 641 A.D., in the Tubo Dynasty, when Princess Wencheng entered Tibet, the crown of the 12-year-old life-size golden statue of the Buddha was inlaid with three nine-eyed dzis.

The real dzi is of great value, and Buddhism has a wide range of believers throughout Southeast Asia and the Chinese community, especially overseas Chinese, who are particularly willing to spend money for these.

Superstar Jet Li hangs a purest dzi, worth 20 million.

"How good is that. ”

Fan Yang shook his head, he wanted to put him back, but after thinking about it again, he still held it in his hand and bowed to the corpse three times.

I shook the back of the corpse with a flashlight, and found that there was a hole in the ground below, and the flashlight felt like it couldn't shake to the end, I don't know how deep, and I looked around the cave wall, it should be a natural formation.

It's just that it's too narrow, and people shouldn't be able to drill down.

If you want to drill down, the hole will have to be expanded.

"Hey, what are you doing in there?" Fan Yang got into it and followed back.

"Leave it alone, get out first. ”

"Hey, what's in your hand? ”

"Don't worry about it, go back first. ”

Seeing the two strings of things in Fan Yang's hand, his eyes widened again: "Hey, are you digging a grave?"

Fan Yang didn't talk to him, and climbed up along the safety rope.

Hand the two strings of things to Zhao Guangming.

Zhao Guangming looked at it and looked at Fan Yang: "What's the matter?

"No, I don't know if the man fell, he has been dead for I don't know how many years, and he has these things around his neck. ”

Zhao Guangming picked up the dzi again, walked out of the cave, and carefully distinguished it against the sunlight.

There's a door missing, and you're still yelling down there to pull me up.

But the two of them didn't pay attention to him in a hurry.

"Do you know what this concept is?" asked Zhao Guangming.

Fan Yang nodded: "Yes." ”

"This plate is really big, believe it or not, these 14 dzi beads, take out any one, a herdsman, how many cattle and sheep he has at home, there is no one left, he will not hesitate for a second, he will exchange it with you. ”

"Well, I believe. ”

"Anything else?"

"It's gone. ”

"Take me down and have a look. ”

"Forget it, there's a hole down there, you can't go down, let's not bother him with that corpse, people still have to know enough, pull up the missing door, forget about the cave inside, it's not interesting to explore it again." ”

The two of them pulled up the missing door.

Zhao Guangming repeatedly played with two strings of cultural relics, usually greedy for money and timid, holding cultural relics of great value, it is no exaggeration to say, tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, whatever it is worth, but there is no trace of greed on his face, but he is uneasy: "This thing can't be taken away, let's give it back to him." ”

"Go back, how can you pay it back? Take it to the Jokhang Temple to make a vow. ”

"Wish? Uh-huh, uh-huh. Zhao Guangming nodded again and again.

Indeed, this kind of holy existence, ordinary people still have to be in awe.

No matter how valuable it is, you can't be rashly greedy.

There is a lack of a twitter, pestering Fan Yang, and I want to take it and take a look.

Fan Yangli ignored it.

The three of them headed back in the direction of the camp.

On the ridgeline in the distance, the monastery towers above, and behind the monastery are clouds, forming a wonderful sense in the sight, as if the temple and the clouds are intertwined, holding the dzi in his hand, a mysterious and distant feeling hits, as if seeing time, a barefoot monk, walking on the ridgeline, the burial platform, holding the rosary in his hand, day after day, tirelessly built these mani piles.

Sitting barefoot in a cave, facing a bonfire, with a pious face, the time limit was approaching, and he decided to use his body to suppress the demons in his heart and throw himself into the abyss.