Sky burial is an ancient funeral custom.

Tibetans believe that burying people in loess after death is a kind of bondage to the soul, so that the deceased cannot be reincarnated, so the sky burial, also known as wild burial. Tibetans revere celestial burial, which not only liberates the soul, but also is a kind of "generosity" to nature. For Tibetans, death is simply the separation of the soul and the body, feeding the vultures with useless "skins", which embodies the highest level of Tibetan Buddhism - sacrificing one's own life.

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Our car went all the way to the west, about an hour away, with the Zhou Boren a "arrived", only to see two kilometers away, there was a solemn circular hill, looking from afar, the hill is not high, but it is like a giant Buddha sitting cross-legged, there are many people gathered on the mountainside, yes, this is the heavenly burial platform.

We parked at the foot of the mountain, took three steps and made two steps, and climbed up the mountainside. According to the laws and regulations of the Tibetan area, the sky burial is a compassionate and solemn thing, and tourists are not allowed to watch it with a laughing mood, but our group is wearing a uniform black leather coat, no matter how you look at it, it is not an ordinary tourist, so the sky burial master did not drive us, but let people bring us butter tea, which made us a little flattered, Zhou Boren asked the tea messenger: "That sky burial master knows us?" ”

The tea giver smiled, "I don't know." ”

With that, he turned and left.

With a strange whisper from the lips of the lamas, the celestial burial ceremony officially began. A celestial burial master wearing the traditional costume of the ancient Bon religion, holding a delicate and sharp Tibetan knife, stood on the burial platform with a solemn expression, and recited in his mouth: "All living beings originate from heaven and earth, are born in heaven and earth, taken from heaven and earth, used in heaven and earth, and returned to ......heaven and earth." After he finished reading, he used a Tibetan knife to cut the shroud wrapping the deceased, and in an instant, a gray male corpse appeared in front of us.

At this moment, on the mountainside, the lamas are indifferently exceeded, the family members are in tears, the vultures are eyeing each other, at that moment, the cycle of life and death, a hundred years of loneliness, can't help but sigh, people's lives may be like this, born in heaven and earth, died in heaven and earth, whether you are a hero in the world or a busy person in life, a hundred years later, will usher in the same ending.

Of course.

Unless you have the Living Dead Jade.

The celestial burial master held a Tibetan knife in his hand, and first cut six knives on the back of the male corpse, three horizontal and three vertical, which is the pattern of Tibetan Buddhism, representing a blessing, hoping that he will be reincarnated as soon as possible. Then, the celestial burial master slowly cut the calf of the male corpse, separated the flesh and bones, and arranged them in turn. Seeing this scene, Pudding suddenly covered his mouth and said, "Do you still have to divide the corpse in the sky burial?" I thought it was a whole carcass feeding vultures. ”

The old man said, "I want to divide it." ”

Pudding was horrified, "Oh my God, this ...... It's also too ......."

The old man said: "In our opinion, this kind of behavior is both bloody and cruel. But in the eyes of the Tibetans, it is sacred and compassionate. The earliest celestial burial culture can be traced back to the 7th century AD, created by the famous monk "Thanpa Sangyal", the vulture is also a vulture, is the Holy Spirit who follows the Buddha's side, the top of the vulture's head was originally hairy, but because the Buddha often stroked its head, polished the vulgar hair, and took refuge in my Buddha, since then do not eat living things, only eat dead things, so it is respected by the Tibetan people. ”

The celestial burial master is skillful, separating the flesh and bones of the deceased with a knife, and then the celestial burial master takes out a bucket of tsamba and scatters it on the ground, absorbs the blood of the dead corpse flowing on the celestial burial platform, and then kneades it into a dough and puts it next to the other two piles of corpses, so that the work of the celestial burial master is basically completed, and the rest is handed over to the vulture...... (Tsamba is barley flour)

At this moment, on the celestial burial platform, everyone including the celestial burial master, the family of the deceased, the ceremonial assistant, etc., retreated seven or eight meters in unison, and with the call of the celestial burial master, a flock of vultures on the hillside swarmed and devoured it.

I looked at the horrible scene on the hillside, and couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat, I am not a local, and I can't understand the "sacredness" in the hearts of Tibetans, although I feel a little disgusted, but I don't show a frightened or disgusting expression, but surprisingly calm, which is the most basic respect for life.

After about twenty minutes, the celestial burial master, who had changed into clean clothes, walked towards us with a smile and shouted at us from afar: "My dear Han friends, welcome to your arrival, may the holy Kailash bless you." ”

It was only at this moment that we finally saw the appearance of this celestial burial master, he was an old man in his sixties, his skin was not as dark as that of the Tibetans, he was very clean and decent, he smiled very cheerfully, and his optimistic and sunny appearance made me feel that what he had just chopped was not a corpse, but a birthday cake.

Zhou Boren politely bowed to the Heavenly Burial Master and asked him, "Do you know us?" ”

The celestial burial master said: "I don't know, but I know that you are not tourists watching the excitement, you must be people with status." ”

Zhou Boren smiled: "How can you judge? ”

The celestial burial master said: "I saw the military vehicle at the foot of the mountain, it was the car of a high-ranking officer, and the license plate was also very powerful. ”

Zhou Boren was stunned and said: "Standing on the mountain, you can actually see the license plate at the foot of the mountain?" ”

The celestial burial master smiled: "My dear Han friends, I was born with a pair of vulture-like eyes. ”

Pudding patted his ass and said, "Master, you are really amazing! ”

The celestial burial master walked to Pudding's side with a smile, took off a necklace around his neck, and gently put it on Pudding's neck, he praised: "My dear Han girl, you are so beautiful, you are as pure as the Meili Snow Mountain, and the Buddha will bless you." ”

Pudding's face suddenly blossomed, but for some reason, he suddenly looked at me, and I was stunned by him, so I asked her, "Why are you looking at me?" ”

Pudding said, "Boom! ”

I said happily: "I know, I know, your battalion commander is as pure as Meili Snow Mountain, look at you happy." ”

Pudding pointed at me: "Boo! ”

I smiled and said, "Okay, okay, don't sell cute, so many people are watching, if you want to sell cute, let's go back to the quilt and slowly sell cute, let's ......"

I hadn't finished my sentence when I suddenly felt a sharp pain that rippled through my body! I looked up with a pale face, and out of nowhere, a vulture flew up and grabbed me behind my back!

Zhou Boren drew his gun and was about to shoot the vulture, but was stopped by the Heavenly Burial Master, who whistled violently, and suddenly all the vultures within a radius of 500 meters fled in a hurry and disappeared into the sky......

I was lying on the ground, with a large piece of flesh missing from my back, and I couldn't see the injuries behind me, but from the faces of my companions, and the pain that almost made me faint, I could roughly guess the gravity of the situation. Feng Erbiao's eyes were blood-red, and he yelled at the Heavenly Funeral Master with anger: "You old bastard is fucking looking for death!" How dare these sparrows of your kind attack us! ”

The Heavenly Burial Master ignored Feng Erbiao's insults, but stared at me with a pale face! His lips trembled and said: "Vultures never attack living creatures, they only eat carrion and carrion in their lives, I have been a celestial burial master for forty-four years, and I have never seen vultures attack living people, but they attack you, then there is only one possibility left......"

"You're dead."