It was impossible to distinguish between men and women from the tattered clothes of the corpse, nor was it possible to distinguish between men and women from the physical characteristics. I really don't know how Zhang Ling judged it.
Jia Sidao said: "Yes. And judging from the entanglement of the roots of these trees, this ancient tree burial ceremony has been going on all the time. It is about three kilometers above sea level. The mountains are usually cold and bacteria are not easy to multiply. There are dead bodies. It's so dilapidated, most of it was shot by insects and beasts."
Big eyes couldn't understand, and asked: "If the corpse is torn by an animal, it will not be buried in the sky?"
Jia Sidao said: "Tree burial and sky burial have the same effect. In the hearts of people in Tibetan areas, the body is eaten by animals. The faster and cleaner it is eaten, the sooner people can be reborn and reincarnated. If the animals are eaten, their souls can go straight to heaven."
I said, "God father, you have been to Tibet before, and you are familiar with the customs of Tibet. Can you tell from the form of tree burials what ethnicity it is?"
Jia Sidao shook his head and said, "I can't tell for the time being, because there are still many unknown tribes in Tibet." He paused, and then said: "This forest is too big to be found even if people live there for a while. Let's first Go back to the camp."
Zhang Ling said: "Well, the mountain is very deep, it is difficult to find the people living in it, let's go, we have to hurry tomorrow."
The four of them walked back together and asked with big eyes: "Master, how long will we have to walk to get to the place you said?"
"If it goes well, there is still one day to go."
After returning to the camp for dinner, the rain gradually became heavy, and the four of us crowded into Jia Sidao’s tent.
Jia Sidao said: “The slopes of the mountains in the north are too high, the soil is weakly acidic, part of it is sandstone, and the mountains are easily broken. If the rain is a little bit more, there may be mudslides, and Berlin is sparsely distributed here. It happened. So I think it would be better to move the camp three hundred meters west. What do you think?"
This is the first time since entering Tibet, Jia Sidao decided things in a negotiating tone.
Although Dayan and I have some knowledge of Tibet, compared with Jia Sidao and Zhang Ling, the knowledge of survival in the wild is basically elementary school students. Therefore, Dayan and I both looked at Zhang Ling.
Zhang Ling said: "However, this is already the highest platform nearby.
From the ridge to the ridge, the two ravines are in a figure eight shape. Even if natural disasters such as landslides and mudslides occur, they should diverge from our left and right sides. If we move westward, aren't we in that tree burial group? "
Big Eye said: "It's unlucky to not go to the tree burial group. If something else happens, wouldn't it be worth the loss?"
I nodded immediately and agreed. Dayan and I both do business with dead people. Where there are dead people, there are lone souls and unjust ghosts. And when I was in the tree burial group, I also obviously felt that the yin was heavier there.
Jia Sidao pondered for a moment, and said, "If this is the case, let's take turns tonight to watch the situation."
After arranging the value and order, Big Eye and I got out of the tent first, and Zhang Ling stayed behind to discuss tomorrow's itinerary with Jia Sidao.
Back to our own tent, Big Eyes said: "Your godfather is a little unconfident this time."
"What do you mean?"
"This is the first time he solicited everyone's opinions. He used to be arbitrary and took us away."
"Isn't brainstorming good? It's everyone's life after all."
Big Eye said, "I don’t think so. Who can we rely on for getting here? It’s not on your godfather. He used to be arbitrarily stated that he has full confidence in his own judgments and decisions, and now he suddenly asks everyone’s opinions, indicating some He is also uncertain about the matter. This is not a good sign."
"We are getting closer to the habitat of the Goba people, and the uncertain danger will definitely increase. I think you are worrying too much."
Big eyes took out two cigarettes on the spot, handed me one, and said, "I hope so."
While we were talking here, Zhang Ling walked out of Jia Sidao’s tent cat, looking a little unhappy at her expression.
Big eyes asked: "Detective Zhang, what's the matter?"
Zhang Ling looked back at us and said, "It's okay. The rain is tight now, the first half of the night is the key, you two should look forward to it!"
Big eyes hurriedly said: "Don't worry, no one dares to be careless about life matters."
Seeing Zhang Ling get into his tent, he said with big eyes, "Weird, Zhang Ling seems a little unhappy, did she have any disagreements or disputes with your godfather?"
Although I also had this doubt in my heart, I still said with relief and big eyes: "
Don't talk about things that affect unity, let alone guess. No matter what happens next, everyone must work together to overcome it. "
Big eyes squinted at me and said, "Did you really fail to see it, or did you deliberately be blind?"
"I don't think about anything except how to find the Shambala Cave in my mind."
Big eyes sighed and said, "Hey, I thought that when I started in this industry, I just wanted to make some money and beg for food. I didn't expect that now I don’t want to be fame or profit, and I actually ran into this place to take risks. This is a matter of the world. Impermanence."
I smiled and said, "You have finally told the truth. Then you don't want to talk about inheriting the ancestor's mantle."
"Hey, isn't it nice to say, it's money, it's more mundane."
It was late at night, and the rain was heavier. It was supposed to be the night with big eyes, because I didn't want to accompany him to talk with each other.
The wind whizzed, and the cold made our teeth tremble, and soon we lost even the desire to speak.
At about twelve o'clock in the night, the rain seemed to be heavy again. The two of us armed ourselves with sleeping bags, squatted at the entrance of the tent, and looked around with flashlights from time to time.
Suddenly, with his big eyes straightened up, he looked outside alertly and said, "Did you hear any noise?"
I pricked my ears, listened for a while, and said, "It's only the sound of rain?"
Big eyes said: "No!" He got out of his sleeping bag, and pointed his flashlight toward the hillside. The beam of light was filled with rainstorms.
He squinted his eyes, pointed to the blurry woods, and said, "Those trees seem to be moving!"
"Huh?" I was so shocked that I got out of my sleeping bag. I was so rushed that I almost knocked down the tent. Before I could speak, Big Eyes got out of the tent under the rain, pointed to the distance and said, "Look! Are those trees moving?"
It was pitch black in the distance, and the huge and continuous shadows of the trees formed the backs of the monsters. Upon closer inspection, it turned out that the trees seemed to be moving slightly, and the speed of their movement seemed to be gradually accelerating!
My heart touched my throat and said, "A landslide! Is it a landslide?"
As soon as the voice fell, the speed of the trees in the distance was very obvious.
Big Eye immediately yelled, "A landslide! A landslide!"
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