Hearing the question, Liu Xuedao turned around and looked at the miscellaneous hairy Xiaodao, with complex emotions in his eyes.

This emotion, I don't know if it's appreciation, or something else, anyway, there is something unspeakable in it. The two generations of Maoshan people, separated by a distance of one meter, stared at each other, looked at each other, and then this short old Taoist priest stretched his eyebrows at Xu Xiu, who was about to fall, frowned, and said lightly: "Who is it, is it important?" ”

Miscellaneous Xiaodao's eyes lit up, and he nodded firmly, saying yes, for me, it is equivalent to saving my life, so it is very important.

Liu Xuedao's seemingly stiff face began to smile.

The old man actually joked: "Really? Well, I'd better not tell you...... Ha Lu Ha! He saw that the miscellaneous hair Xiaodao showed a very disappointed expression, felt very happy, shook his head and walked away, and sang in a Jinling accent: "Everyone in the world knows that the gods are good, but the fame cannot be forgotten!" Where will the past and the present meet? The grass is gone......

This song was read by the lame madman in "Dream of Red Mansions", called "Okay Song", and the grief and helplessness in the words just expressed his mood at the moment. The song was not beautiful, like a desolate cry, with a sense of Xintianyou, and then the figure gradually turned into a black dot and disappeared at the end of the hillside.

Liu Xuedao's departure made our hearts inexplicably more melancholy - even before that, he was still our enemy, and he scarred us. Our sadness may still continue with the departure of the fire baby.

This little insect has the same virtue as the fat insect, but it seems to be more irritable, and I don't feel it on weekdays, but when it flies into the dark cave, my heart is a little empty, I don't know what to say, in short, I am upset.

Among Miao Jiang's friends, there is one less sand monk-like figure who can help take care of the bag and is ready to destroy the corpse at any time.

Alas, Huowa, Huowa, what's the matter with you?

The little lama Jiang Bai and the others did not leave, they seemed to have a secret way to transmit news, and after less than half an hour, more than 20 people came, including monks wearing red lama robes, as well as some ordinary Tibetans, and the most eye-catching one of them turned out to be a guy with a strange mask. This person was full of life, but he didn't look like a cultivator.

When the lamas came forward to communicate, we learned that he was actually a celestial burial master.

Except for a lama with black-rimmed glasses who left to supervise the tracking of the right envoy of the evil spirit sect, the rest of the people did not leave in a hurry, but began to use the nearby stones to build a simple burial platform.

Tibetan Buddhism believes that after death, the soul and the corpse do not leave this world together, and the soul still has a "bardo" state. Generally, it is necessary to rest the mortuary for three to five days, in addition to setting up a mourning hall, an altar, lighting butter lamps, and offering various foods, it is also necessary to invite monks to recite the Sutra of the Dead from morning to night, so as to surpass the soul of the deceased.

However, at this moment, the death of Guru Geripa seems to have something special about the situation, and several lamas gathered around and discussed it, which will lead to the current situation. I didn't understand what it meant, but I sat cross-legged at the mouth of the cave with miscellaneous people such as Miscellaneous Xiaodao, Duoduo, Little Demon, Ghost Demon Mother-in-law, Tiger Cat, etc., and then waited for the relevant procedures to proceed.

Because we are not familiar with celestial burials, and there are so many religious people in the vicinity, it is not our turn to interfere.

I saw that the sword-spine crocodile had its belly hollowed out, and then it was pulled to the top of the burial platform by a dozen people shouting trumpets, and then the celestial burial master, dressed in black and wearing a mask, began to dance like a puppet in the scriptures of the lamas, and after tensibly twitching, he stripped the dead Gelipa Guru naked, and then scratched an obscure religious pattern on his back.

The main body of this pattern is actually a "swastika", as for the rest, we are not very clear.

After that, the abdomen is dissected, the organs are removed, the flesh is cut, the scalp is peeled off, the head is cut off, the bones are stoned and mixed with tsampa, and the meat is cut into small pieces and set aside...... Everything is the same as what I learned in the past.

We were very surprised to see that Master Geripa, who had been fighting side by side with us before, was chopped to pieces. Although I have known the custom of celestial burial for a long time, they treat corpses like this, but it makes me feel a sense of empathy, and I feel as if I have been divided into countless minced meat, and that kind of heavy psychological pressure makes us unable to say anything in our chests.

Soon, after all this was done, the minced meat that had belonged to Guru Gzhiba was completely filled into the hollowed-out stomach of the sword-spine crocodile.

This way of doing this also surprised me very much, you must know that in order to show the purity of their souls, they generally do not put the dead with such a monster. However, no one explained the principle to us, and the celestial burial master began to whine and blow the conch, which was desolate and wild, and made people feel inexplicably moved along with the mountain.

After a while, a group of black dots began to fly in the sky, and the celestial burial master seemed to be very excited, and said a word to several lamas around him, and those lamas actually showed a smile on their faces, and said a few words, but as a result, the top of our heads darkened, and a large group of bald vultures descended on the temporary heavenly burial platform, and under the guidance of the celestial burial master, they began to scramble and devour the corpses above.

In this, I actually saw the white-backed vulture that had been subdued by Duoduo before, this guy ate very happily, and from time to time he and the vultures next to him grabbed food.

The ghost mother-in-law sat next to us, after the previous battle with the flying corpse in the obsidian sarcophagus, at this moment, her body is a little thin, can not be hidden, exuding the same ghost and demon breath as the flowers, although it is much more powerful, but it is unpretentious and unpretentious with what we have seen before, and it seems to be the low-key of some masters.

She told us that the sacred birds are divided into groups and food ranges, and generally do not cross the line, and there will not be so many vultures, and they appear at this time, indicating that the death of Guru Geriba has won the sympathy of the sacred birds.

I nodded on the surface, but in fact, I was still slandering in my heart, saying that these birds were just hungry, and when they smelled food coming to the door, they squeezed over.

However, looking at these skilled seniors, they are so cautious and respectful about the affairs of gods and Buddhas, it is inconvenient for me to say too much.

In the frenzied competition of the vultures, the corpse of Guru Geriba was soon devoured, and then they began to eat the five-meter-long sword-spine crocodile next to them. However, this thing is so big that it can't be eaten in one or two meals, but as the conch and whistle in the mouth of the celestial burial master sound from time to time, there are constantly many black shadows that appear in the sky above.

When I closed my eyes, I could feel that in this strange noise, there was a kind of unique quietness, that kind of detachment and indifference to life and death.

Not only to the dead, but also to the living. Life is not happy, death is also painful, it is this kind of moving tranquility.

After the celestial burial ceremony, the little lama Jiang Bai came to greet us and said that we had reached an agreement with the old Taoist priest, should we go back to Baiju Temple with them? I discussed it with Zamao Xiaodao, and felt that although Liu Xuedao let us go, it didn't mean that we could appear in public openly, although the strength of the chasing soldiers had been reduced to the weakest, but we still had to act with our tails between our legs.

Otherwise, maybe some big guy has a brain cramp and fiddles with us again, which won't be good.

So we negotiated and decided to return to the pagoda of the ghost mother-in-law first, stay for the time being, recuperate from injuries, self-cultivation or something, and if there is anything in Baiju Temple, you can notify us at any time.

The little lama Jiang Bai was still busy arranging the affairs of cleaning the Tibetan Evil Spirit Sect, and he had to pay the price to the culprit who obstructed Master Lunzhu's rainbowization, and he also needed to reincarnate the remnant soul of Master Lunzhu in the Luofu Laser Stone, as well as related preparations and treatments, and he didn't have much time and energy, so he nodded and didn't say anything more.

After the burial, we began to retreat with the large army, this mountain, we looked up at the snow-capped mountains in the distance next to the Tianhu Lake, and walked down in the distance, and halfway through, we began to separate from the crowd, and then walked for almost an hour, and then slipped to the edge of the Tianhu Lake.

There are still signs of battle by the lake, but neither Mao Tongzhen nor Long Jinhai have been seen again.

We groped through the grass by the lake, found the backpacks and supplies we had left here, and then returned to the stupa where the demon mother lived along the heart of the mountains. Along the way, the ghost mother-in-law was like an ordinary Tibetan old woman, chattering and constantly telling me that we were gone, and Duoduo found out the despair and pity after the situation, like an orphan who was abandoned.

The sound shook down even the ash on the top floor of her stupa.

The ghost demon mother-in-law sighed, and said earnestly: "Life and death, these things are also experienced by the old woman, so I can especially understand Duoduo's pain, it is important to regain the light, but I have been with my favorite friends, and this is more important for Duoduo than the former." ”

I nodded, indicating that I understood, and asked what to do next?

The ghost demon mother-in-law said that she has a whole set of mental methods here, which will be taught to Duoduo in the next few days, and she can practice diligently in the future, and continue to absorb energy from my body, and over time, she will definitely be able to achieve her goal. I said okay, that night, we hastily ate some tsampa, and stayed at the pagoda, feeling tired like never before.

The next morning, I heard someone shouting outside the pagoda, but it was the little lama Jiang Bai, who came to visit again.