We watched the unrecognizable corpse wrapped in a white cloth in front of us closely, like cutting pork, cutting fish meat was cut one by one, the flesh and blood were blurred, the fat people still faintly saw the greasy fat of butter oil in the body after cutting, the thinner ones were skin and bones, and the fat and muscles were cut open, and the appearance of the original person could not be seen, which was really shocking and shocking.

The unbearable ground is wet and bloody, because every day there is blood staining the ground red, flowing like a red river, and the lingering smell of decaying corpses, blowing in gusts of wind, those smells will continue to hit your face, leaving you with nowhere to escape, breathless.

Everything is so straightforward and naked, so sudden, straightforward in front of you, and those vultures that are vivid, hungry fluttering and spreading their wings to eat and eat, but also add more dark and dull colors to the gloomy sky and heavy atmosphere, and in the skillful operation of the celestial burial master, the body turns into countless fine petals and sprinkles into the sky, and is carried away by countless vultures into the distance.

Brother Yixiu finally had some strength, and he also said in a beaming voice: "It is said that those in the heavenly burial ground are generally transformed by empty mothers. It's not the ordinary world. When this burial ground was built, there were no vultures, and the monks slowly summoned them by chanting sutras. There is also a story about the vulture's transfiguration of the Empty Walker, and there was a story about a monk who threw a knife at a vulture at a celestial burial, causing the vulture to be injured and fly away with the knife. That evening the monk's guru said to him, "From now on you are no longer my disciple, and the monk wondered why, and the guru said, "Think for yourself what you have done." The monk thought about the day, and he had not gone or done anything else that day, except that he had wounded a vulture with a knife in the burial ground. One day in a few years. The monk went to another place. Passing through a house, a Tibetan woman received him, gave him beef, and at the same time gave him a knife for cutting beef, and the monk was very curious when he saw the knife, why this knife was the same as the knife he used to throw vultures, it was obviously his knife, he recognized it, but how could this knife be so far away. At this time, the woman turned around and showed him the position of her shoulder, which was still her back, and there was a scar on it. It turned out that the vulture was transformed by this woman, and this woman was an empty mother. It is a kind of transcendence that the empty mother goes to the heavenly burial ground to bond with those who have died. So these are mythical birds. Moreover, devout believers firmly believe that death is only the process of one world entering another, the destruction of the human body as a substance. The life of a living person in the flesh is like the lightning in the sky, like the dew drops on the tip of the grass falling instantly, like the rainbow after the rain passing by the clouds, only the soul that leaves the body has the eternity of the sun. According to karma, the six realms of reincarnation, the cycle of life, the cycle of birth and death, the cycle of birth and death, and the never-ending Buddha thoughts: those who do good deeds and accumulate virtue can ascend to heaven and devote themselves to the world to enjoy a happy life in the next life; Therefore, according to the virtue of human beings in the world, funerals such as 369 came into being. Life is given by nature, and death is returned to nature. The holy body came into the world in a simple way, and returned to nature in a simple form, and nature fed you, and you returned to nature to feed other lives. The Buddhist enlightenment is that dependent arising from emptiness, the vast universe is void in nature, everything in the world is an illusion, and it arises from causes and conditions and is formed by harmony, and when there is this in the heart, one becomes a Buddha-nature, becomes a saint, and can be liberated.

Xiao Fei saw even more tears, full of emotion: "This is the first time I have seen the burial of the sky at close range, I really don't go to Tibet, I don't know life and death, I feel death at such a close distance, for whom the death knell rings for all of us, I saw these corpses cut off by the burial master one by one, like cutting sashimi, it is really a man-made knife, I am a fish." It was also the first time I saw the celestial burial master go down with a hammer, smashing the skull of a complete adult, the bones of the limbs smashed the human head in an instant, the feeling of broken liver and intestines, how fragile the human body is, how vulnerable it is, how tragic it is after death, this skin that we usually care for and care for so much is either buried in the soil, bitten by insects and ants, leaving no piece of flesh, and finally only a pile of white Sensen's horizontal and vertical bones, teeth and claws, or burned by the raging fire, rolling flames, ashes and ashes, no pieces of armor left, only a few wisps of green smoke, or this is the burial of the sky, and nature into one, into the natural food chain process, into the animal's stomach, become their food, be eaten clean, so death is really shocking, extremely miserable, extremely sad thing, and impermanence, life impermanence, I don't know the accident or tomorrow's sun which comes first, so people must be happy and happy when they live, live happily every day, be happy, and have no regrets in life, because death means empty-handed, and nothing can be taken away. And people are really born lonely, when we come alone, when we die, we go alone. The key of life and death is to be alone and alone.

I thoughtfully said, "Yes." This is our short life, it is really a life that is not brought by life and not brought by death, so the status, rights, wealth, money and other things that we have been striving for all our lives, in the end, are just bamboo baskets of water, empty, meaningless, we only have the right to use them, but not ownership. Our short life is as short as grass and trees, but life is rare for seventy years, and many people don't even live to this age and go west. And we are still so pitiful and miserable after death, although everyone's life experience is different, the experience is similar, the status and identity wealth are also different, unequal, but no matter what identity, no matter what gender, whether it is a man or a woman, whether it is beautiful or ugly, whether it is a noble or poor status, no matter what age, whether it is an old man or a baby, there is no old or young on the Huangquan Road, from our final result is the same, it is a white bone with teeth and claws, horizontal and vertical, no, even broken bones, even bones, a lifetime of extremely cherished, persistent body, in the end empty, nothing, It's really from the dust, it's from the dust, everything is a mirror, an empty one.

Xiao Fei said with deep emotion: " Although our individual life seems meaningless, but our ancestors have been passed down from generation to generation, endlessly, our existence still has great significance, carry forward the past and forge ahead into the future, inherit the past and open up the future, and we come to this prosperous world, the red world has walked on a while, although it is short, but we are better than stones, we feel life, feel the beauty of nature, feel love and be loved, perceive this world, we have come, lived, loved, felt, dashing, happy and happy to go once, this is very good。 The Diamond Sutra says that the heart cannot be obtained in the past, the heart cannot be obtained in the present, and the heart cannot be obtained in the future. Experience everything in the world, feel life well, and treat people and things around you with kindness and gratitude. We need to cherish everything we have, all the true feelings and true love, all the relatives and friends we are destined to meet in this life, so that we have no regrets in this life. ”