Lighting a bonfire in the open field in the dark night can indeed dispel the cold and darkness, and can frighten away wild beasts, but there is also a very serious drawback, that is, you are in the light, and you cannot see the situation in the darkness clearly.

I turned my head to look at the screams, but I couldn't see anything, only my eyes were black, and my heart suddenly hung in my throat, I couldn't have encountered wolves or large predators such as snow leopards on the plateau, right?

Or I met a stray Tibetan mastiff dog, I heard Master Chebo say on the road that the stray Tibetan mastiff group on the plateau has become a major hazard in the past two years, and you can hear the stray Tibetan mastiff group hurting people every month, these IQ is not high, and the large dogs that survive by animal instinct have become a new public hazard on the plateau.

At the hottest time of the market, a purebred Tibetan mastiff was worth millions or even millions, but with the collapse of the market. Everyone found that this kind of dog that was blown to the sky was not the so-called loyalty, but the low IQ, and the news that various owners on the market were bitten to death by Tibetan mastiffs appeared, and this once hot market completely collapsed.

The original family of millions of dogs. Now slaughtering and eating dog meat hot pot is too poor meat quality, so those breeding farms are completely abandoned, these people are also excessive, the industry is deserted, not to mention the disposal of these dogs, and now there are large groups of Tibetan mastiffs wandering on the plateau. Not only do they prey on ordinary animals on the plateau, but even snow leopards can be killed.

Some desperately hungry Tibetan mastiffs have even launched attacks on herdsmen, and it is not uncommon for herdsmen to be killed by wandering Tibetan mastiffs on the plateau.

When I was in the car today, Master Chebo just told me about this incident, and he was still saying that such a situation is caused by human greed, and those who fry Tibetan mastiffs, eight out of ten do not really like this kind of dog, they want to make money, and those breeding farms are also made by rich people in the mainland who come to hire Tibetans, and in the end they are still trapped in the heads of herdsmen.

Because I had been talking about this topic for a long time during the day, when I heard the screams of the herdsmen, I subconsciously thought that a wandering Tibetan mastiff had attacked the herdsmen.

I was still trying to discern the direction, and Master Chebo beside me had already rushed out, and the other masters also rushed out, and those disciples and assistants also rushed out.

When I came back to my senses, I was the only one left by the campfire, and I was stunned for a moment, and hurried after it.

When I came to the off-road vehicle where the incident occurred, there was already a group of people gathered there, Master Chebo was checking on the condition of the injured, and the rest of the masters were beckoning their disciples, shining flashlights around to prevent any danger from approaching.

In the crowd, there was a herdsman who was obviously a relative of the injured person, he spoke Tibetan sadly, and he looked at the posture of begging Master Chebo to save the injured person, I couldn't understand Tibetan, but looking at the expressions of the people, I could tell that the situation of the injured person was not optimistic.

"Master Chebo, I'm a doctor, let me see, maybe I have a way." I hurriedly spoke.

Along the way, these Tibetan men worked tirelessly to take care of us, and if I retreated at this time, then I would really have no face to see.

Master Chepo said a word in Tibetan, and the crowd immediately split a way, and everyone's eyes turned to me, and at this time I couldn't care so much, squeezed into the crowd, and looked at the wounded.

Just by looking at it, I knew it. The wounded man was not saved, a hole was dug out of his chest by something similar to the claws of a wild beast, and his heart was not taken away, but such an injury can cause hemopneumothorax, even in a hospital with complete rescue facilities, there is a great risk, let alone such a bad situation in the wilderness.

What's more, the injury in front of him was obviously not an ordinary injury, because the wound of the injured person was not blood, but black blood, which smelled fishy, even if there was a cold wind on the plateau in the winter night, it could not dispel this fishy smell.

At this moment, the injured bearded herdsman was already staring at me, and his eyes were full of reluctance to give up on life, but he did not look at me, but stared straight at Master Chebo, who held him in his arms, his right hand was tightly clasped with him, and he was still muttering Tibetan in his mouth.

Even if I don't know Tibetan, I feel it clearly. At this moment, Master Chebo should be praying for this herdsman that his soul can enter the kingdom of heaven after death.

Looking at this scene, I can't help but feel a little touched in my heart, sometimes, religion is indeed the sustenance of people's hearts, at least it can make people less afraid of death. The scene in front of me is proof of this.

When I was working in the hospital, I saw people crying bitterly in the face of death, desperately holding the doctor's hand and refusing to let go. But very little.

Looking at the scene in front of me, I suddenly felt that this scene was a vivid oil painting, interpreting the connotation of death and faith, and what Master Chepo exudes at this moment is compassion and human care.

The herdsman was speechless. His lungs were torn open, and the pain and hemopneumothorax made it impossible for the injured person to speak, and he could only squirm his lips, as if in response to the chanting of Master Chebo, and in the silence of the night, except for the low sobs of another herdsman beside him. It was as if only the voice of Master Chebo was echoing.

After a few moments, the wounded herdsman was completely silent, his eyes slowly closed, and his arms drooped. His brother, who had been weeping no more, took his body from Master Chepo's hand, hugged him and began to cry.

Master Chepo walked towards me. said with a serious face: "Ji Zang, we are in trouble. ”

Needless to say, I also know that we are in trouble, and that after hurting people, people's blood turns black, which is definitely not something that natural creatures may have, but more like a supernatural force. It reminds me of the legendary zombie or something, because only when you get poisoned by a corpse will you have that smelly smell, and the blood will turn black.

"Master, what is it that has attacked us?" I asked.

"I don't know, when I rushed over. The monster had already run away, but it must have been one of the demons, and it had taken a piece of flesh from Duba's body, not bitten it off, indicating that it had taken that piece of flesh to continue tracking us. Master Chebo explained.

Just now, when a few herdsmen came back to pack their things. A dark shadow suddenly appeared, attacked the herdsman named Duba, and then disappeared into the night, it happened very suddenly, and no herdsman could see the situation of the black shadow, let alone what the other party's purpose was.

However, after all, Master Chebo is a well-informed living Buddha, and he knows many legends in Tibet well, he is sure that this must be one of the demons, but it is not powerful, if the other party is strong enough, it will not just sneak attack the herdsmen, maybe he will directly attack several masters.

Now the other party took a piece of Duba's flesh. It is very likely that they want to use the smell of Duba to continue tracking our convoy. Of course, there is another possibility, that is, the other party is deliberately disrupting us, trying to make us make the wrong choice in a panic, and attack us here.

"So what do we do now?" When I speak. The rest of the masters also came over and asked him in Tibetan.

Master Chepo began to communicate with several masters in Tibetan, but I could not understand it, so I could only stand there like a log and wait until the conversation was over, and then I said, "Master." I don't think Duba's body can be kept, or it will be cremated on the spot. ”

Master Chebo nodded and said, "I've already arranged it, let's finish cremating Duba's body and set off." ”

Funerals in Tibetan areas are also very different from those in the mainland, they are more of sky burials, where the corpses are eaten by birds. The part that could not be eaten was cremated, and the ashes were scattered on the hillside, believing that in this way, the soul of the deceased could enter the kingdom of heaven.

Water burial is for those who are of low status, as for the traditional burial of the Han people, they feel that then the soul will be absorbed and imprisoned by the earth, which is the most severe punishment, and only those who die of infectious diseases, as well as those who have committed serious crimes, will be buried.

Cremation is generally a way for eminent monks, and ordinary people are not qualified to get involved, but at the moment, the situation is critical, and Master Chebo is not the kind of old pedant who is not corrupt, so he will naturally not abide by the rules.

In fact, many things in the world are common, there are legends in the mainland that corpses are poisoned by corpses and will turn into zombies, and in the West, there are legends that people are bitten by monsters such as vampires and become monsters, and there are similar legends in Tibet. Once a person is injured by a demon, the corpse will soon become a demon minions.

It is precisely because of this that Master Chebo will ask everyone to cremate Duba's body as soon as possible, so as not to cause changes later.

There was no shortage of kerosene stoves and alcohol stoves on the off-road vehicles, let alone spare fuel, and Duba's body was quickly placed on a makeshift shelf. Solid alcohol was piled up underneath, and the corpse was doused with kerosene, which was subsequently set on fire.

As the flames lit, the incomparably fishy smell spread across the open field, and even if the night breeze blew, the smell was still extremely disgusting, but fortunately the stench soon passed, and by the time the burning of bones began, the strange smell was gone.

After the cremation, Duba's brother put his ashes in a jar and put them in the trunk of the SUV, and the convoy was ready to start again in a dull atmosphere.

Only this time we set off, the situation changed, our car was at the front of the queue before, and this time, Master Chebo explained to the herdsman driver and stayed last.

"Master, what is this for?" I couldn't help but ask.

"Those demons will definitely catch up later, let's stay at the back and help everyone break the back." Master Chebo said indifferently.

My heart couldn't help but hang, and I looked towards the dark field behind me, and with the help of the faint starlight, I seemed to see black dots running on the horizon in the distance.

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