(Girls' Literature)

I turned my head and looked at the door nail suspiciously, and he pointed to those "people" and said: "Little Guan Ye, you see, those who look like living people are actually very well-preserved corpses. In the past, in order to test the toxicity of poisonous insects, some insect farmers specially abducted some children from remote places, tested the poison of the children, and then practiced Gu. Because the corpse itself is extremely poisonous, so the wild beasts in the mountains do not dare to approach, some of the corpses were finally found by the family, they were taken back, Xiangxi is buried by many trees, for a long time, this kind of non-rotting corpses are hung everywhere, they are gathered together, called the Medicine Temple. ”

The door nail spoke very seriously and clearly, and I still couldn't help but say: "But this is not Xiangxi, it is Tibet." ”

The door nail pulled his face: "Slap in the face again, slap in the face again!" ”

I tapped him on the shoulder, showed understanding of his feelings, and walked in. The whole main hall was gloomy, I went straight to those corpses, looked at them for a long time, and found that all the corpses had a layer of transparent vitreous outside the skin, as if they were pulped, and when I scraped them with a dagger, the transparent things were brought down, and I put them under my nose and smelled them, and I suddenly realized: "I see." ”

"What's wrong?" The doornail had been standing in the doorway and had not followed.

I wiped off the transparent color: "These corpses are coated with a layer of paraffin, presumably to protect the corpses from decay, these are not medicine people, but extremely rare wet corpses, that is, wet zongzi." ”

"Damn, will that raise a corpse?" The doornail stepped in with one foot and retracted again.

I glanced at him, "Didn't you say you wanted to protect me?" ”

The doornail wiped the blood from his face: "Five steps away, I can't protect you." ”

"Damn, isn't that my line?" I was speechless and said, "Put your heart in your stomach, these corpses are sealed with paraffin, and they can't get up." ”

The doornail rolled his eyes, thought twice, and then cautiously walked in.

"You said that the lamas of this lama temple are really big-hearted." The doornail kept his distance from the shrine: "There are so many dead bodies under the ground, and they can sleep too?" ”

"Except for the old lama, I guess no one else knows what's going on here." I thought for a moment and said, "I estimate that these corpses are very likely to be the golden bodies of the respected lamas in the temple, if not, then according to the legend told by Tashi, these eight achievements are the old lamas who have lived for hundreds of years in the legend." ”

"But you see that they are all full-skinned, oily and slippery, and they are not old!" The door nails are still a little uneasy.

I snorted, too lazy to talk to him, and my attention was already drawn to the mural on the wall.

On three walls, there is a huge mural painting, the background of the mural, is an endless snow-capped mountain, the top of the snow-capped mountain, the sun is shining, the glow is shining, against the background of the sparkling river under the mountain, as if the holy realm on earth.

I have to admire the painting techniques of the Tibetan lamas, which are natural and breathtaking.

On a snow-capped mountain in the mural, there is a magnificent lama temple, which I immediately recognized, and the lama temple in the painting is the Tsering Temple above my head. In the open space in front of the lama temple, dozens of lamas knelt down, all of them facing one direction of the river valley.

I looked down in this direction, and in the distance, there were many more people, it was a very large procession, at least a few hundred people, walking towards the depths of the snow-capped mountains.

Many people in the procession held spirit flags, and some held Hada in both hands, which turned out to be a grand funeral ceremony.

Further along this direction, the distance in the painting is already far away from the lama temple, and as far as the eye can see, there is a vast snowfield, and a group of people appear, they are wearing Tibetan robes, turning ** in their hands, all with their heads down, facing the wind and snow and moving forward with difficulty.

At the front of the procession, there were four nakshatras, carrying a chair, at first I thought it would be the dried corpse in the stupa, but when I looked closely, I found that it was not, and on the chair, it was not a corpse, but a living person.

It was a very young little lama, much smaller and thinner than the others. Different from the whole painting style, this little lama is not so **, but tilts his head in a little panic, and his face is facing the outside of the painting. The little lama's painting was vivid, and his frightened eyes were as if he had suddenly seen me and was a little overwhelmed.

I can't help but wonder, the painting style of the whole mural is **solemn, why did this little lama suddenly change the style of painting? Could it be that the painter not only wants to express the funeral process, but also wants to tell the person who sees the painting a deeper meaning?

"Xiao Guan Ye, don't you think there's anything wrong with these corpses?" The doornail shouted in the distance, and his voice seemed to tremble a little.

I was completely attracted by the little lama on the mural, I didn't listen to the words of the door nail at all, but squatted down, carefully shone the little lama with a flashlight, and looked at it for a long time, suddenly, I stood up all of a sudden, and my heartbeat suddenly intensified, because I found that the little lama looked like a knife!

All of a sudden, my head began to buzz, I couldn't concentrate on thinking about the problem, and I felt like the whole world was empty in an instant, as if for a moment it was just me and the little lama in the painting, and we were staring at each other.

Is this a pocket knife? Was it when he was a child? If it is really him, then is it some kind of certainty that he is appearing in this lama temple now? Where are those people going to take him? He was obviously alive at that time, why would someone give him a funeral? Why would so many people kneel for him?

I was completely caught in a mental impasse, and this unexpected discovery was so precious that it made me feel a little suffocated.

"Little Guan Ye?" At some point, the doornail came over and looked at me, and then at the little lama in the painting: "Why are you so fascinated?" ”

I was noisy by him, came back to my senses, quickly lit a cigarette and took a hard puff, then took out my mobile phone and took a picture of the little lama in the painting.

"You like this genre?" The door nail smacked: "I have a lot of cameras in all kinds of lama temples." ”

"Don't you think this little guy looks familiar?" I asked.

The door nail cat looked at it for a long time, and then looked at me again: "You...... Son? ”

"Your uncle!" I pulled out a picture of the knife and showed him, "Does it look like it?" ”

"Like!" The doornail made a sudden realization: "It's your son, right?" ”

I sighed, picked up the photo and walked out, and the doornail quickly grabbed me: "Wait a minute, you didn't hear me talk to you just now?" ”

"Say what?" I saw that he was suddenly sweating on his forehead, and I couldn't help but be stunned.

"Corpse...... Corpse ......" The doornail pointed to the corpses on the shrine, and he was speechless in a hurry.

"Wet? Wet what, you're scared to pee? "I went to look at the crotch of the door nail.

The doornail was completely anxious, and he took a hard breath: "Fuck, it's a corpse, one less!" ”