The next day, the passenger ship sailed past the glacier mouth that Rapp said, and formally entered the upstream section.
Suddenly, the eyes suddenly opened up, and the Yarlung Zangbo River, which was soaring into the sky like a flying dragon, crawling on the ridge, has now appeared in the two valleys where the majestic and majestic mountain ranges are soaring into the clouds. .
It can be seen from time to time on both sides of the strait that roads pass through the mountains.
Lapu told us that we have reached the lower reaches of the Maquan River Valley, and more than 30 kilometers ahead, there is a small town with more than 100 households. It is the only population concentrated area at the bottom of the Maquan River Valley. It travels by water. Most of the passers-by will choose to supply and stop there.
Since Rapp did not consider that he would go to Gang Rinpoche with us before departure, the fuel, medicine, food and other consumables on board were only prepared according to the supply to the upstream glacier mouth.
Therefore, he hoped that when the passenger ship arrived in that small town, he could stop for a while and go ashore to purchase some necessary supplies, otherwise, after passing this small town, it would be the boundless wasteland and glaciers.
After hearing this, everyone will naturally not object!
In addition, after floating on the water for several days, Meng Gantang, who was quite determined, couldn't help it.
Amid the urging of the old bandits and Yu Mingjie, Rapp felt as if he drove the passenger ship out of the speedboat.
In a blink of an eye, he soon arrived at the town he was talking about.
The people here are simple and remote, and the people who settle here are old herdsmen who don't want to get in touch with the outside world too much. Their only channel of communication with the outside world is through the occasional passing ships.
Therefore, it seemed extremely affectionate to our arrival.
Lapp asked us to rest assured that we would disembark and play. No one would steal anything from the boat, so he took the old bandit and Yu Mingjie, carrying some useless daily necessities on the boat, and went to trade with the people in the town for the supplies needed for this trip.
It was the first time for the three of me and Meng Gantang Wenfang to see Tibetan houses in this original ecological environment. They were quite novel and strolled in the small town with enthusiasm.
Unexpectedly, just when we sneaked up to an alternative tent.
Suddenly Meng Gantang pulled my cuff, swept a spot on the curtain of the sweeping house with his eyes, and whispered to me: "Bad guy, Miss Wen, look at it, what is that!"
We followed her gaze and took a breath:
I saw that white bone nails were used on the curtains of the tent, embedded with a hideous human head, highly decomposed skin, a yellow whip on the top of the head, and a trace of familiar fishy smell in the air, which instantly popped out of my mind. One word-corpse without soul!
Wen Fang whispered in surprise: "This seems to be the head of a soulless corpse. How can it appear here? Who is living here?"
At this time, my attention was all attracted by the head of this soulless corpse, and I was not in the mood to care about other things.
I only heard that Meng Gantang and Wen Fang exchanged a few words, and the two of them gave a salute to the Pengwu. They said something about Tibetans that I don't understand. Maybe it means to ask if there is anyone inside
However, at this moment, Rapp ran towards us with a pale face.
He seemed to be very afraid to salute this tent house, hurried over to grab my hand, and said to Meng Gantang and the others: "Two bosses, don't ask anything, go!"
With that said, he dragged my feet and ran all the way to the shore.
Then, turned around and looked behind him with an earthy face, and found that Meng Gantang and Wenfang were following, and they said to us with a lingering fear: "Bosses, you almost stabbed a catastrophe just now! Fortunately we didn't go in, otherwise we Several of them will have to be beaten to death by the people in the town!"
I was taken aback, and hurriedly asked, "Brother Rapp, what do you say? Could it be that the people living in the tent are any weird? It won't kill us!"
Wen Fang and Meng Gantang also felt a little confused, and looked at him as if to verify.
Lapp sighed, and smiled bitterly: "A few bosses, that tent... It is not for the living at all, but the dead live in it!"
"Dead people in tents?"
The more I listened, the more confused I became.
At this time, the old bandit and Yu Mingjie, with big bags and small bags on their bodies, and a red-faced man came over. Seeing us surrounding Lapu in the middle, they shouted: "Little Yan, big niece, you guys follow me. Brother Pu, what are you whispering about? Come and help Uncle!"
A few people didn't bother to pay attention to him. After they got on the boat, they urged Rapp to ask what was going on just now
As soon as Rapp explained helplessly to us, the three of them came to understand:
It turns out that the tent where we stopped just now is called the'burial room', which is an ancient funeral custom spread in Tibet and used to house the dead.
This kind of burial custom is called indoor burial, which is popular in the Kangbei area. It is a special burial method for people over 80 years old and prestigious.
After the person dies, scrub the bundle, stuff the facial features with ghee, gold, silver and gemstones, put the corpse in a wooden cabinet or a large jar, fill it with barley, wheat awn and chaff, cover it and seal it with mud. Put it in a corner of the room.
After several years, he moved to the wild for cremation. The ashes are either thrown into rivers or buried in the ground. Because this burial method takes several years and several procedures, it is also called "re-burial".
Due to the small size of the town, few outsiders get married, and all households are more or less contaminated by blood relatives. Therefore, the burial chamber we just passed by is equivalent to the'ancestral temple' of this town.
If you just rashly broke in, one might be misunderstood as a treasure of greed, and you might be beaten to death by angry residents.
After Rapp explained, we can't help but feel a little afraid: If it weren't for Rapp's own words, no one would have thought that there are such strange funeral customs in Tibet
However, Wen Fang calmed down quickly and asked Lapu, "Brother Lapu, do you know who built that burial chamber... Can it be built?"
"Boss Wen, why are you asking about this?" Rapp looked at her in surprise.
Wen Fang looked to me inquisitively, meaning, should I tell Rapp about the head of the soulless corpse
I immediately grabbed the conversation and said, "Brother Rapp, I won't hide it from you. Just now we saw the head of that kind of monster on the door of that burial chamber!"
Rapp couldn't react for a while, and asked us in a daze, what monster head
I squeezed a smile, pretending to be serious: "Brother Rapp, you forgot, haven't we seen it only two days ago?"
Rapden understood it at the time, and craned his neck in surprise and wonder to look at the burial chamber. He saw the rotten human head inlaid with bone nails on the roller shutter. In a moment, he stammer in horror: "True, true The thing is, little, little boss, why is there a head of a magic soldier here?"
I shook my head and said, "I don't know!"
"Brother Rapp, since there is a monster's head hanging on the curtain of the burial chamber, it is estimated that the owner of the camp had seen that kind of monster. Can you take us to meet that person?"
Rapp looked embarrassed and said that he didn't know who made the funeral. Anyway, some years later, when he and his father went upstream and passed this place when he was a child, the funeral was there!
However, he can go to the mayor for us to inquire, and he should definitely gain something!
After Rapp said, we asked him about the matter.
After watching him enter the town, Yu Mingjie greeted us on board to count the supplies in exchange for the trade, and see if there is anything we need
After this station, you can take the responsibility if you go further!
The three of them jumped on the boat, surveyed carefully, and thought about some of the materials that might be used. After making the list, they asked them to look for them in the town and try to get them.
The two guys were full of energy, greeted the big red-faced guy who gave the goods, and rushed back to the town.
When I was about to carefully select the supplies in the warehouse, Rapp ran back out of breath.
I hurriedly asked him, how did things go
"Little boss, don't mention it, that person is dead early!"
Rapp panted heavily, said depressedly, telling us: According to the mayor here, that burial chamber has been more than forty years old.
In the beginning, it was originally a tent to withstand people.
The owner is a celestial burial master named Cuoma, whose origin is not clear. He claims to be tired of the more and more noisy life outside, so he went to this place to find a quiet place to spend his old age... (End of this chapter)