Chapter 707: Gathering the Yin Land

"In fact, our entire urban area, even the suburbs, has tap water, but Tibetans are used to eating water from the snow-capped mountains, and there is no pollution in Tibetan areas, everything is so natural, the water quality of the Lhasa River is even better than tap water, so there are still some Tibetans who would rather choose to drink the water of the Lhasa River than eat tap water, you have to tell him about bacteria, hygiene or something, people don't care at all, they have eaten like this for generations, and there has never been any problem, not to mention that tap water costs money. The police captain explained.

We nodded, not to mention the Tibetans, even if we were in such a situation, we would choose to drink the water of the Lhasa River.

In the past, when I was on the overseas Chinese farm, the people in the village were not just many people who drank the water of Yunxi, and then they were leeches.

"Let's go, go upstream. So we headed upstream.

Every few hundred meters, the old dog took glutinous rice to test the corpse poison in the water, and sure enough, the higher it went, the more obvious the corpse poison became.

Then we came to the edge of a canyon, and we had no choice but to go up the slopes on either side of the canyon.

When he reached the right side of the hillside, the police captain's face was a little solemn, he frowned slightly, and stopped talking.

"Officer, what's going on?" I saw that he didn't stop.

"This is the holy and forbidden place of our Tibet, the heavenly burial platform. The officer spoke.

"Won't you let me in?" I looked at the officer dumbfounded.

"Except for the family of the deceased who sends the body of the deceased inside, ordinary people are not allowed to enter. The police said: "The state has also enacted a special law to protect the sky burial platform, and tourists are not allowed to enter." ”

We nodded, since we weren't allowed to enter, we wouldn't be allowed to enter, but if the root was here, it would be troublesome.

We went on and went up the slope, and in the distance we saw a white temple, and then there were a lot of vultures on the hillside.

"Sky burial is a kind of faith, and other places of cremation, burial, etc., that is a kind of commemoration of relatives, Tibetans are deeply influenced by Buddhism, Buddhism respects' to give to the body', so after people die, the body will be given to these vultures, Buddhism pays attention to reincarnation, death is just the separation of the human soul from the old skin, the soul will be reincarnated, find a new body, this is reincarnation. The policeman looked at the temple in the distance and then opened his mouth to make an introduction.

We nodded, Buddhism does focus on reincarnation, and this reincarnation of a child is the most representative example.

Then from a distance, there was a man sitting in front of the temple, and he was also looking straight at us.

"The man was watching us. I whispered.

The policeman looked at him, quickly stretched out his hands and saluted him from a distance.

Seeing this, we also hurried to follow the example of the police and salute them.

However, he did not return the salute, and then turned and entered the small temple, and closed the door.

I feel that this person is a little rude, and those lamas will return the salute when they see someone saluting them, but it is impossible for this person to say that he did not see us saluting.

"Don't be surprised. The police said, "He only bowed to the dead and the Buddha." ”

I gasped, and I asked, "What does he do?"

"Heavenly Burial Master. The policeman spoke.

"Oh. We didn't ask anything more, it must have been the person who presided over the funeral.

Then he spared the temple, went diagonally down, and came to the Lhasa River, and then looked back, and the canyon was already behind him.

"Try again. The old dog took out another handful of glutinous rice, found a small puddle and threw it down.

However, after waiting for ten minutes, the sticky rice did not bubble.

The more we waited, the more frightened we became, and we already had the answer in our hearts, the source of the poison was on both sides of the canyon, and on this side of the canyon was the heavenly burial platform, and where was the other side.

When we looked up, there was a pontoon bridge between the canyons on both sides, and there were many flags hanging on the bridge, which were then fastened with some ropes.

"What should I do?" we looked at the policeman dumbfounded.

The police were also embarrassed, after all, it was an order that forbade others from entering.

"Let's do it, we're not visiting, we're on a mission, I'll go and talk to the undertaker. Said the police captain.

"Can you not say it first, as soon as you say it, you will be shocked. I spoke.

"No, I can't. The policeman said: "This is the order prescribes." ”

"No, look at the cliffs under the bridge. Yuelan said suddenly.

We turned our heads and saw that there were a lot of wooden stakes on the cliff under the bridge, and then there were coffins between the stakes.

"Hanging coffin burial?" I was dumbfounded, "how is this possible?

"What's impossible about this. The policeman had a very normal expression, he said: "Not all Tibetans in Tibetan areas are there, but there are also many Han Chinese. ”

We quickly leaned towards the edge of the canyon and looked up at the hanging coffins on the cliffs.

Judging from the appearance and color of the coffins, as well as the degree of decay of those wooden stakes, it can be judged that these hanging coffins have a lot of thoughts.

Then I suddenly saw that several wooden stakes had been broken, obviously shorter than the others, and the fracture was obvious, and there was no hanging coffin in the middle of these wooden stakes.

A possibility immediately popped into my mind, and I turned to look at the others, who seemed to have guessed as well.

At that moment, there was a sudden click on the cliff, and we looked up.

A stake was so badly decayed that it had broken off, just hadn't separated yet, but the coffin that had rested on it had tilted.

Suddenly there was a series of sounds on the bridge, and then a man turned his head to look down, and we looked at it, but it was the undertaker who had just closed the door.

Click, swish, the coffin fell straight off the cliff.

There was a plop, and there was a splash on the water.

We thought the coffin would float on the water, but we found a surprising scene, the coffin was sinking little by little, and in a matter of moments it sank to the bottom and disappeared.

Not only were we surprised, but so was the undertaker on the bridge, who looked very young and turned to look at us when he saw the coffin sink to the bottom.

After staring at each other for a while, they shrank their heads back, turned around and entered the small temple again.

"The source has been found, and the corpse poison came from these coffins that fell into the water. The old dog asserted.

I looked at both sides of the cliff and said calmly, "What a gathering place." ”

"Juyin?" they looked at me.

"In a place where there is no sunlight all year round, in this kind of place, the corpse in the coffin can not decay, and it is even possible to grow, which is a good choice for raising corpses outside the five qi of heaven and earth. "These are all introduced in the necrosis.

"You mean there's someone here to keep corpses?" the policeman looked at me with a green face.

I didn't answer, but looked up at the small temple, the answer was already obvious, the most suspicious person was in the small temple, even if it wasn't him, he must know a lot of clues.

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