The more Cheng Ziyang thought about it, the more he felt a little headache. So, he opened his eyes.

In front of me is a small courtyard not far from the heavenly burial platform. The courtyard is surrounded by earthen walls on three sides, and the north side is a flat house. The earthen wall is more than a person high, and the entire courtyard is no more than 100 square meters. In the middle of the courtyard, there is a prayer flagpole more than ten meters high, and the top is a crescent-shaped iron fork, and the iron fork is surrounded by prayer flags that have faded their color.

There is a wooden door on the south and west sides of the earthen wall. Obviously, the south gate was probably for the dead to enter, and the west gate was for the living to enter and exit.

When I went to the gate, I noticed that there were people building houses nearby.

Those man-made houses are all made of local materials, mainly using mountain mud to build walls, first using two wooden planks 60 centimeters wide, four or five meters long to create a gap of about 50 centimeters, with wooden sticks to support the bottom and top to death, and then pour mud into it, and then use a wooden pestle to pound the soil.

They also beat the soil while singing with rhythmic steps. With the sound of tamping, in the cheerful, neat, and loud singing, the earthen wall was built layer by layer.

Cheng Ziyang also stepped over the west gate of the earthen wall unhurriedly. Soon, he was shocked by the scene in front of him.

The southern wall turned out to be a wall made of skulls. There are wooden frames on the wall, about four or five squares, and in each grid is a human skull, about a hundred or so skulls, separated by a wooden door in the middle, forming two skull walls.

Skeletons with hollow eye sockets, some with their mouths open, some closed, and some with their jaws missing. The big one is like a small watermelon, and the small one is the size of a fist. I can't help but hold my breath.

If you look closely, there are still skulls scattered in the corners of the south wall, some of them have dried up and turned white, and some of them are obviously bloodshot. Obviously, this is to wait until a certain amount has accumulated and all of them have dried in the sun, and then build another wall.

At this moment, the group of people who had built the wall also entered the courtyard. Among them, a small child "snorts" to run to the skull wall and wave the soft rope in his hand at the skull wall. Not a single person shouted at him. It's as if I'm watching him play with the mud, completely careless.

However, for Cheng Ziyang, he was stunned.

What kind of picture is a budding life unrestrained playing with a skeleton that represents the end of life?

Under the influence of children, the white bones of Nasen gradually became no longer hideous and terrifying. It seems to be secretly conveying the enlightenment of life and death.

At this time, a person walked a few steps and came to the skull wall, pointing to a skeleton and telling Cheng Ziyang that this person died in a car accident, and his teeth were still undamaged; This man died of illness, and he was probably in his fifties when he died.

At this time, Cheng Ziyang found that there were several skulls painted with eyebrows and beards, so he casually asked, "What's going on?" ”

"It's a kid's play." As he spoke, the man casually touched a skull and brushed the dust off it. "It's like this when we die. It's just a skull. ”

Cheng Ziyang's initial fear and uneasiness somehow gradually disappeared, but there was a sense of respect and shame in the calm. This instantaneous change of emotion, he doesn't know why? Is it the child's careless "creation", or is it the person's words and deeds that talk about death like going to the vegetable market to buy vegetables.

Turning around, he realized that the prayer flags of the long houses behind him were tightly hung. If you only look at the layers of impermeable prayer flags, you can't see that there is a rectangular hall behind the prayer flags.

I don't know why, Cheng Ziyang is full of curiosity and fear about it, and he vaguely feels that there seems to be a kind of majesty there. "Can you take a look inside the prayer flag?" He muttered to himself.

"Absolutely!" A voice answered him. At the same time, a few children lifted the prayer flags and climbed onto the earthen platform to chase and play.

He didn't know how that inquiring mentality came about. But he knew how his initial fear had arisen. Since childhood, once someone dies nearby, adults will "teach" from time to time not to go out at night, otherwise it will be troublesome to encounter ghosts.

Sometimes, adults will tell some stories about how so-and-so met a ghost and how they died of illness afterwards, so that they would cover their heads and fall asleep at night.

If you think about it, they grew up in fear of death. Because they are afraid of death and avoid death, they dare not talk about death casually, and in real life, they are trying their best but powerless to eliminate all traces of death. It seems that only in this way will life be full of sunshine and flowers.

However, everything in front of him couldn't help but make Cheng Ziyang doubt the rationality of this view. Through the child's casual play with the skeleton, passers-by seem to convey another attitude towards life and death behind the calm and calm talk about death.

That is, dying is only a necessary process for a person. Death is the end of real life, the body is fed to the eagle, the soul will be taken to the sky by the eagle, and life will be transformed in another way in the belly of the eagle, a kind of death is a new life, this is the cycle of life and death!

Under the same blue sky and on the same land, such a different view of life and death can be born, and who is right and who is wrong?

The huge scripture cloth in front of the hut is full of scriptures, most of which have been whitened by the strong sun, and when you open the prayer cloth, you can see a white tower on both sides of the spacious earthen platform, with a spire, a round belly, and a square seat. In the middle of the earthen tire is a seat made of clods, and futons are scattered under the seats. Obviously, this is where the monks recite sutras for the deceased.

When the children saw someone on the platform, they jumped off the platform again. Under the cover of the warp cloth, the earthen platform is gloomy and deep. It is conceivable that if it were at night, you might be able to meet wandering ghosts, or you might be able to listen to the whispers of skeletons on earthen walls, telling about their tortuous lives, and ridiculing the world's obsession with fame and fortune.

It was once said that "one must constantly think of death." However, in reality, how many people have thought that one day, human beings will die in the eyes of all things in the world.

What should people do before they die? Is it to appreciate family affection, love, enjoy fame and fortune, and live a bitter life, or to seize the day, face life sincerely, and feel the simple, true, and perfect life?

Cheng Ziyang slowly walked out of the courtyard belonging to the heavenly burial platform and found a quiet place. In fact, in real life, many people don't necessarily know the distance of the journey, but they must know the distance between life and death.

The distance between life and death? Cheng Ziyang began to realize.

At this moment, on the top of the snow-capped mountain, Lingwu carried Ning Xiao and began to face the idol attached to the remnant soul.

"Justice," the idol let out a shrill laugh. "I didn't expect that after countless cycles of life and death, you still retain the bleak atmosphere of the snow-capped mountains! It's no wonder that the king always dislikes you......"

"Peacock," Ning Xiao replied calmly. "So what? I'm still human, unlike you, who have been attached to the statue of a god made of wood for tens of thousands of years, and I don't feel cold!"

"Haha, Hanki?" The laughter finally became a little more cheerful. "Every time I see you and the human king reincarnated, getting together but not staying together, I feel that it is not as happy as my remnant soul attached to the statue."

"In this life, I'm afraid it will end like this again, right?" The laughter was even more pleasant. "Justice, I've heard that if you and that king can't stay together in this life, you're going to return to the throne, congratulations!"

"That's it," Ning Xiao felt a headache at the gate of the Divine Realm, and it was a problem to become an immortal, let alone become a god. "Then you don't have to stay in the world, so as not to spoil this white snow-capped mountain."

"Justice, don't say that you are only a human body now, that is, you have become a goddess again, how could I have ever been afraid of you!" The voice grew fierce. "Come, let's compare, see whose hand the deer dies?"

"Ning Xiao," Lingwu spoke. "I'm afraid of that guy's colorful Buddha light. Therefore, I will not participate in the competition between you. ”

"Hmm——," Ning Xiao thought about it and nodded in agreement. So, she called "Xiaoxiang!"

"Bang!" A small incense burner appeared, replacing Ling Wu to carry Ning Xiao. Lingwu flapped his wings and prepared to find his master.

"I want to go!" The remnant soul sensed that Lingwu was about to escape, so he waved out a multicolored Buddha light, wanting to intercept Lingwu.

"Boom!" The small incense burner blocked the colorful Buddha light with the body of the furnace, allowing Lingwu to get out and leave.

"Alright," Ning Xiao said as he took out the bone whistle and said to the idol. "Peacock, you've been in this world long enough, let me give you a ride!"

"Hmph, justice, you can't help but think too highly of yourself!" The idol had a haughty expression. "I'll give you a ride!"

Ning Xiao didn't say anything more, and played a concise piece of music from the bone whistle.

At first, the idol didn't care at all. Soon, as the music grew lighter and lighter, the idol began to look pained.

"Ahh "It's a witch song. Ning Xiao, you dare to use Wu Qu against me!"

"Oh," Ning Xiao paused slightly. "I prefer the exuberant witchcraft to the long flow of sutras. Have you forgotten that I have been studying at the Wu Clan for a long time? With that, she continued to whistle.

"Ah, justice, you can't destroy me!" The idol began to crack, and it grew deeper and deeper.

"Boom!"

At this moment, a deafening sound was heard not far away, like a landslide and the earth cracked.

"Ahh Judging from the position, it should be the king of people who is advancing!" The idol let out a cry in an attempt to stop Ning Xiao's whistle.

It's a pity that Ning Xiao was unmoved, but sped up the rhythm of the music, and this remnant soul dared to imprison Cheng Ziyang here, and his crime should be punished......