As I suspected, the process is no longer described.

Buddhists pay attention to charity, and the body of the deceased will be eaten by those vultures after death, but if it is a whole body, I am afraid that there will be bones left.

So the funeral master closed the door, and the family members also withdrew from the distance.

There was a clattering sound in the room.

After two hours of waiting, the undertaker came out with the vat, and then the family followed him.

Reaching the top of a hillside, he put the whistle in his mouth and blew it, which resounded throughout the canyon.

The next moment, a magical scene appeared, dozens of eagles soared in the sky, flapping their wings, and swooped down towards this hillside.

I really pinched a cold sweat for the funeral master and relatives standing on the hillside.

It's just that there is no danger, and those vultures have landed on the hillside, a certain distance from this group of people.

The undertaker pours the contents of the bucket on the hillside, and the vultures begin to eat, while the relatives watch from the sidelines and recite prayers.

This is a sacred ritual, this is the realistic version of the Buddha cutting meat to feed the eagle, this is giving alms.

Cremation, a fire burned, turned into air.

The burial was buried in a coffin and fed to maggots.

And this funeral is to give himself to the vultures to raise the residual light and heat.

By the time the funeral master came, it was already two hours later, that is, when the funeral was over.

When we saw the undertaker, we couldn't help but be in awe.

"Come with me. He turned and walked towards the pontoon bridge in the canyon, and we followed.

Then he stood in the middle of the pontoon, turned to look at us, and said, "Come here, are you scared?"

I turned my head to look at the turbulent Lhasa River below, a little afraid of heights, but now this water should not be a threat to a few of us, Yuelan and I don't need to say it, maybe Jiang Lin and Qianqian's light skills are a little weaker.

We walked towards the pontoon, even if the pontoon bridge broke, we were not afraid.

"Who are buried in this hanging coffin?" I asked.

"My father and grandfather. The undertaker looked at the hanging coffins and said.

"Ah, then you just saw the hanging coffin fall into the river, why don't you let people fish it out?" I asked in surprise.

"No, this is fate, when the wood holding the hanging coffin breaks, when the hanging coffin falls into the river, it means that the person in the coffin has been reborn. He said lightly.

"Did your master tell you?" I asked.

"Yes. He nodded and said, "This is passed down from my ancestors, from generation to generation, and now it has been passed down to me, and every generation of undertakers must be buried in hanging coffins, not in the sky, because that is not suitable for us." ”

"Why is it not suitable?" I was slightly surprised that the undertaker who presided over the funeral was not suitable for the funeral he presided over, and it was a little hard to believe.

"Let me tell you a story. He turned his head to look at us, and then said lightly: "If a baby dies here, it is also buried in the sky, but not here, and his parents will build a stone mound out of stones, and then build a nest like a bird's nest with earth and licorice on the top of the stone mound, put the dead baby in it, and then invite vultures to eat it." ”

I listened to it with horror, and my brain made up the scene, and I couldn't even think about it.

"But not all baby carcasses, vultures will eat, these vultures are intelligent, they do not attack living people or livestock, one baby died, and was sent to the stone mound, and found the vultures, but a dozen vultures landed on the edge of the stone mound, and looked at the baby that had been dead for a day, but did not move, and did not eat it. He took a deep breath and said, "The undertaker felt strange, so he walked over to see that the baby still had a breath, so the undertaker took the baby down and tried to rescue it, but he didn't expect the baby to survive." ”

"That baby is you, right?" I looked at him.

"Not bad. He squeezed out a smile and said, "That is to say, we are the ones who do not eat vultures, even if I die and chop into pieces of meat, it is still in front of the vultures, and when they smell it, they will know that it is the meat of the undertaker, they will not eat it, they will fly away." ”

"Is it that amazing?" we were all dumbfounded.

"Everything has a spirit, and this is fate. He sighed and said: "So we will choose other burial methods, choose the burial method of hanging coffin burial, one is that this environment is where we have lived all our lives, and the other is that there are demons at the bottom of the water in this canyon, and the master said that we are hanging coffins here, which is also a deterrent to demons, after the wood is broken, the hanging coffin enters the river, and the fight with the demons continues." ”

"Demons, are you talking about corpse poison?" I asked.

He nodded and said, "Yes, there is a demon under this water, but I don't know exactly what it is, but the corpse poison is emitted from this demon's body and melts into the river." ”

"And the people downstream still take it to drink?" I asked, dumbfounded, "Then why don't you stop them?"

"I can't stop it, it's not that I haven't stopped it, my master stopped it a few times when he was alive, but there is not enough evidence, and this toxicity seems to be very small, and no one has done it for many years, I heard you say that someone died last night. "He looked at us, then at the officer, and luckily there was an officer here, otherwise he would have thought we were talking nonsense.

I turned my head and glanced at the old dog, secretly surprised in my heart, could it be that I didn't actually do it, but as soon as the old dog manipulated the consciousness of these dogs, the corpse poison in their bodies immediately resisted, and then the result of the resistance and struggle was the Tibetan mastiff madness, who couldn't tell who was and bit indiscriminately?

If this is the case, then it is really a sin, although it is an unintentional mistake, but it hurts people's lives, and there are so many dog lives.

But I don't dare to tell the old dog about this assumption, otherwise he will blame himself, he loves dogs as much as his life, you must know that these dogs and people died because of him, and he will regret his death.

"What else did your master explain?" I said, looking at him.

"He said that this underground demon is still sleeping, and it is suppressed by these temples on the mountain, so let us not go down and provoke it, once it is awakened, it will be the beginning of a nightmare. The undertaker looked at the river and said with a blank face.

"Does it mean that we can't do anything but watch those Tibetans and Tibetan mastiffs die miserably?" I looked at him a little dumbfounded.

"It's all fate. He sighed and said, "I have said what I have to say, but if you really want to do it, I will not stop you, you decide for yourself." ”

After speaking, he turned around again, walked towards the small temple, and said casually: "I'm going to chant for the deceased, you can go." ”

(End of chapter)

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