I was immediately attracted by what Amur had said, and I asked him where the tombstone was. With the development of the times, there are very few areas that have preserved the original burial customs, and most places have adopted burial and more cremation. In the few areas where this burial custom is still preserved, celestial burial is a belief for the local people.

This belief, according to the locals, is not fundamentally different from cremation, burial and other funeral methods, and is even more noble than cremation and burial. They believe that celestial burial is the immortality of the soul and the reincarnation of the soul. Death is simply the separation of the immortal soul from the old body, a different transformation of the alien dimension.

In the original province, sky burial is not common, and in another frontier identity, sky burial is more common. The admiration of celestial burial is that it is believed that feeding vultures with "skins" is the most noble form of charity, reflecting a high realm: sacrificing one's self and giving alms. I have heard about sky burials for a long time, but I didn't expect to come into contact with them this time when I came to Gacha, a remote part of the original province.

This Gacha is the village where sky burials are prevalent. Amur told me that in the region, when people die, they are carried all the way from the steppe to the mountains. On the grassland, the eagle flies, and above the noble, the eagle settles. Place the carcass on a high mountain, and soon eagles will come and carve the carcass until the carcass turns to white bones.

Amur heard that I was looking for a tombstone and told me not to go to the high mountain if it was okay. He told me that the eagles here sometimes attack humans suddenly and abnormally, and if they encounter many eagles hunting at the same time, people have no choice but to flee, and even the local hunters are afraid of this.

I nodded, and in order not to arouse Amur's suspicions, I did not interrupt him. He talked for a long time, and finally brought the topic back to the tombstone on the other side of the grassland. Amur told me that the tombstone has been there since more than 20 years ago, and that when Amur was young, he used to go there and see the tombstone.

I thought about it for a while, and I muttered about this time a few times, and I remember that when my father took me to see my mother's tombstone when I was a child, it happened to be in my teens and twenties. Amur said that the grasslands are vast, and even those who have lived on the grasslands all their lives may not have traveled the entire grassland. It's not that you can't walk all over, but no one will be idle and have nothing to do to walk around.

Amur said that even in this grassland, it is very easy to get lost, especially when you go to an unfamiliar place, the surrounding area is too vast, and sometimes you don't know which direction to go at all. Amur would have been there when he was young, also because his family had accidentally separated from him when he was taking him hunting.

He walked all the way, then he got lost, and he ended up in that place. Amur said that the place was already out of the steppe of the area, there were trees, there were streams, and it was surrounded by lush greenery. He was drinking water by the stream when he found the tombstone.

Amur felt strange in his heart, firstly, because there were too few people in this Gacha who would erect tombstones for the dead. Second, there was only one tombstone in that place, and when he saw that tombstone, a very strange sense of sadness rose in his heart, and he felt very lonely. As I listened, my brow furrowed again.

I asked Amur if he remembered the name of the person on the tombstone. Amur shook his head, saying that when he was younger, he only knew the local script, so he didn't know what the words engraved on it meant. I nodded and asked him if he could take me to the place, and I said I wanted to see it.

Amur hesitated for a moment, but finally agreed. He let me rest early and left my room. Lying in bed, now, I can't sleep anymore. The wind outside the window rushed in, and I felt a chill in my heart. I felt as if I had come to a strange place again.

Wuyun, who confessed to being Amur's wife, wanted to escape from this gacha and later returned voluntarily. Amur, his attitude towards me suddenly became very affectionate. This large mansion towering over the vast grassland is incompatible with other yurts. The windows are nailed up with wooden planks and cannot be opened. And, most eeriely, the midnight music coming from the hall.

I knew that the place where the man in the trench coat asked me to come would definitely not be simple, and I had just arrived in this Gacha, and this feeling was even deeper. I didn't sleep all night, and the next day dawned. I got up and pushed the room open. It was already daytime, and the mansion was still very deserted.

I thought that Amur, as a big family in Gachari, would build such a large house, even if there were no servants. He will also have a very large family member. But now it seems that there are not many people in this mansion at all, except for Amur and the dark clouds, I have not seen anyone, and even the people who went with Amur to catch the dark clouds yesterday did not live in this mansion.

I walked through the hall, and when I pushed the door open, I saw the lonely piano sitting alone in the center of the hall. With the light, I was able to see the hall more clearly. The hall is empty, and there are a lot of seats, it seems. It's like a performance hall, but it's a little more rudimentary.

I looked up and found that on the top of the hall, there were still some lamps that were relatively rare in Gacha, and the shape of these lamps was very beautiful and crystalline. The reason why it is said that it is rare in Gachali is not because of the special shape of these lights, after all, no matter how special they are, they are just lights, and in a performance hall, the lights are more beautiful. It's a normal thing.

However, Amur told me that there was no electricity in the gachali, and the lights did not turn on at all, so it seemed as if they were only used for decoration. The top of the hall, except for those lights. There are also small speakers hanging, one on each side, one in the middle, counted, a total of five.

The stereo is connected to the wire, the wire. All the way to the ground. These wires have spread to a microphone in front of the piano, this piano is mechanical, there is no way to connect directly to the wire, the microphone connected to the speaker, should be used for amplification, but the problem is still in the electricity.

There's no way to get electricity, and these things become decorations. I thought as I walked to the door, and I knocked on it with my hand, and the material of the wall and door was very special. It can only be seen in some of the larger karaoke halls, which are very soundproofed.

I was feeling weird when someone called me by my name, and of course, he called me by my pseudonym: Hanfang. Looking back, the person who called me was none other than Amur. He smiled and beckoned to me, saying that breakfast was ready and that I should go with him. I nodded and followed him.

Amur brought me to the dinner table, where the clouds were already seated. The dark clouds were also smiling, as if nothing had happened yesterday. At the dinner table, there was a pot of goat's milk and some mutton, and Amur asked me to take a bowl of goat's milk and ask me if I could drink it.

I was wary of them, and I waited for them to drink before I started. The goat's milk is in a basin, and the bowl is my own choice, and if they drink it, it means that they have not done anything in the food. After breakfast, Amur told the clouds that he was going out with me so that the clouds would not run around.

Dark Cloud nodded, saying that he would not run around. Amur and I were about to get up. Suddenly another person came, and Amur was stunned for a while before calling him his cousin. This man was about the same age as Amur, he had a serious face and no expression at all.

He glanced at me, nodded at me, and asked Amur what was the matter with the guests.

Amur immediately laughed and said that I was his guest and would probably have to stay at home for a few days. He sat down, and also took a bowl of goat's milk, and Amur pulled my sleeve and told me to sit down first. After sitting down again. Amur introduced me to this man and said that this man was his cousin, named Batu.

This man, Batuu, sat down and didn't look at me, but ate his own breakfast.

There was some embarrassment at the dinner table, and Amur called Batu: "Cousin, when did you come back?"

Batuu's answer was simple: "Last night." ”

Amur: "How I don't know. ”

Batuu: "You're all asleep. ”

Batu cherished his words like gold, and after breakfast, he nodded to me again and left.

Amur tugged at my sleeve and took me out, still a little panicked.

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