When the car drove up close, the two people discovered that the masses of objects hanging on the trees were not old crow's dens, but corpses wrapped in white cloth.
Lao Wang stopped the car, opened the door, and the two carefully walked forward a few steps.
At this time, they were only ten meters away from the big tree. The two raised their heads and looked up, and they could clearly see that there were indeed corpses hanging on the trunk.
Some body bags have dried up, revealing the gray-black bones inside. Some body bags seemed to have just been hung up, and flesh and blood limbs were wrapped under the white cloth strips-there seemed to be some fleshy strips hanging down. Twos and threes of vultures pecked at the corpse.
This scene of hell on earth made Zi Yang and Lao Wang look shocked.
At this time, the Land Cruiser also moved over and slowly stopped beside them.
Su Rui and the others got out of the car and looked up at the corpse hanging on the giant tree.
Lao Wang said with a trembling voice, "Here, do we meet some barbaric tribe that eats people?"
Lao Wang Yi was bold and bold, and couldn't help feeling frustrated after seeing this tragic scene.
Su Rui stared at the corpses on the tree, with a serious expression: "No, this should be a bird burial."
"What the hell?" Old Wang didn't understand.
Su Rui saw the astonishment of Zi Yang and Lao Wang, and smiled reluctantly: "Don't worry, this is an ancient funeral custom. After most people die, they wrap their bodies in white cloth and then they are carried by a dedicated funeral director. Go to a designated place in the wild and let eagles or other birds, beasts, etc. swallow."
"This, this is too exaggerated, what kind of grudges or grievances." The old Wang felt a surge in his chest and abdomen.
At this time, a gust of wind blew, and the corpse hanging on the tree swayed slightly. Like a huge pupa hanging in the air.
The white cloth on a corpse fell off, and the wrapped body suddenly fell down and fell in front of everyone. Lao Wang looked down and hurriedly ran away covering his mouth.
The corpse in front of him should have just died. There were several deep and long wounds on the back, calf, and thigh muscles, exposing the white fat and red muscles inside.
Su Rui frowned and looked at the corpse on the ground and said: "These wounds should be made by the funeral director, so that the vultures can bite and eat."
Zi Yang said: "The Han people pay attention to death. Although some ancient tribes have the custom of funding, it is a bit too unacceptable to deal with the corpses of their relatives in this way."
Su Rui squatted down and looked at the corpse and said calmly, "It's nothing more than a different concept. Some tribes in Tibetan areas view life as the soul is immortal and reincarnation. Death is just the separation of the immortal soul and the old body. It is a space. Different transformations... "
Su Rui tilted his head as he spoke, carefully watching the face of the corpse, and still said in an unhurried voice:
"They think that feeding vultures with a'skin' is the most noble generosity, which embodies the highest state of Mahayana Buddhism parami-sacrificing alms."
"It's a strange belief." Zi Yang suddenly remembered an old and a young man who was making a long pilgrimage outside Lhasa.
"If the bird is buried, shouldn't there be any ceremony?"
Su Rui nodded: "Yes, it is said that the body of the deceased will first be placed on the adobe in the corner of the house, and then the lama will be invited to recite the sutras, so that the soul of the deceased can leave in the morning. Funeral.
During the period from the morgue to the funeral, the family of the deceased must not make noise, talk and laugh, wash their faces, comb their hair, and must hang a red clay pot surrounded by a white hada at the door of the house. The pot contains food for the soul of the deceased. "
Zi Yang seemed to feel a gloomy wind blowing behind his head, and he couldn't help but fought a cold war—it was so gloomy here.
Su Rui stood up, folded his hands together, bowed his head and nodded, chanting softly in his mouth: "The Bodhisattva of Comprehension-Freedom, walks deep in Prajna Paramita for a long time, sees the five aggregates are empty, and saves all suffering..."
Seeing her solemn expressions, Zi Yang and Lao Wang hurriedly folded their hands towards the corpse.
A Chong looked at the corpse group without saying a word, and the face that was already cold was even more grim.
After Su Rui read the scriptures, she turned around and said to everyone, "Let's go, this is not a place to stay for long."
"Since we have encountered the funeral, it should not be far from the residential area-it's getting late, we hurry up."
As everyone drove forward, Zi Yang felt cold all over, and couldn't help taking a coat from the back seat and draping it on him, but it seemed to have no effect, and he could still feel chills in his heart.
Lao Wang couldn't help asking through the walkie-talkie: "What were you talking about to the corpse just now?"
Su Ruidao: "The Prajna Paramita Heart Sutra, I am not familiar with Tibetan Buddhism, but I know that the Prajna Sutra is the deep method of Mahayana Buddhism, and the scriptures recited in Tibetan Buddhism are the Mahayana Buddhism. Sutra. So reciting this sutra should be correct."
"The burial ground is the sacred place of the tribe. We accidentally entered it by mistake. It is a tribute to the deceased to recite a scripture."
Lao Wang mumbled: "Are you a scientist also believe this?"
Su Rui said softly: "Being in the countryside, we still have to give enough respect to these ethnic traditions and customs."
After a pause, a soft voice came from the walkie-talkie, "The end of science is theology." It seemed that Su Rui was talking to herself.
"The end of science is theology." Zi Yang muttered quietly in his heart, vaguely remembering that when Su Rui introduced the secret history of the Nazis that night, he also said this.
Everyone was silent for a while. The car bumped along the rugged wasteland.
Suddenly, a strange black shadow appeared a few kilometers ahead, with a slow pace and a bloated figure, slowly moving on the horizon.
Zi Yangxin suddenly raised it, what kind of strange "things" is this.
Su Rui in the other car also noticed this situation. The two cars moved forward slowly, staggering the distance, one behind the other, one on the left and the other on the right.
Su Rui reminded Pharaoh to turn off the high beam and turn on the low beam. Don't alarm (offend) the other person-even though they don't understand what the other person is.
When the car drove to the front, it was discovered that it was a strangely dressed person, wearing white clothes, and carrying a corpse wrapped in white cloth on his back-no wonder it looked so bloated from a distance.
The car passed him slowly. The man bowed his head and walked forward, without even looking at everyone.
Su Rui said on the intercom: "Mourner."
"Some tribes have the custom that the family can only send the deceased off to the entrance of the village, and the rest of the way has to be carried by a special funeral director. On the way to the burial ground, the person carrying the corpse must not look back."
Looking far away from the rearview mirror, the funeral director crouched with the corpse, and was walking slowly step by step.
I don't know if he is going in the Tibetan field they passed by. There are at least tens of kilometers away from here. At his speed, I don't know when he will reach the destination.
Against the backdrop of the wasteland, this slow figure was more than small, and gradually disappeared from the field of vision behind him.
The car drove more than ten kilometers, and rolling mountains gradually appeared in front, and a village suddenly appeared at the foot of the mountains.
The village is quite large, with hundreds of Tibetan buildings scattered along the foot of the mountain.
When the car drove closer, it was discovered that these buildings were old and many of them were dilapidated. At first glance, they looked like houses made of rubbish or earth, with low storeys and much smaller doors and windows than those in the Central Plains.
At the entrance of the village, a dozen people suddenly appeared to block the way. These big guys looked sturdy and dark. It is the black face unique to the plateau people.
The leader was emotional, waving his hands and shouting loudly in his mouth.
Lao Wang and Zi Yang were dumbfounded, what's wrong, do you have to charge tolls when you meet a road rage
They know that some tribes have sturdy folk customs. Looking at this group of people, they are all five big and three rough, and they look vicious.
At this time, Su Rui, who was in the car behind, got down and walked up slowly to negotiate with the leader.
Zi Yang and Lao Wang were worried that this group of emotional people would suddenly lose control. They were afraid that Su Rui might have an accident, so they hurriedly got out of the car and stood behind her in case of accidents.
Xiao Hei also stood vigilantly behind Zi Yang, as if ready to protect him at any time.
Xiao Hei feels a little more at ease in Zi Yang, but how come A Chong and Qing Wen seem to be irrelevant in the car, not like A Chong's style.
At this time, Su Rui and the other party had already started talking. The leader was a middle-aged man in his 30s and 40s. He was broad and sturdy, a circle bigger than Lao Wang, with huge palms and thick knuckles.
The middle-aged man frowned and talked with Su Rui, watching the two cars shook his head and waved. But obviously the emotion is not as excited as before.
After a while, Su Rui folded his hands together and bowed to the leader.
Turned around and said to everyone, "Get in the car and go back."
The two cars kept retreating hundreds of meters and then stopped after seeing a group of people turning into small black spots.
Several people gathered on the land cruiser and listened to Su Rui's communication process.
Su Rui said with a look of shame, "This tribe uses a very old Tibetan language. I use gestures and language to understand the situation. I think the Tibetan language I master is enough to deal with any emergencies. Still almost made a misunderstanding.
It seems that Chinese culture is really broad and profound. I was a little arrogant before, and I was really ignorant. "
Old Wang said, "Don't be humble. If even you are considered ignorant, then Lao Li and I are both single-celled animals. Tell me what's going on? Is it a toll?"
Zi Yang also said, "Is it true that these people have never seen Han people and cars, and are afraid of what kind of monsters we are?"
Su Rui shook his head and said, "These Tibetans have come into contact with outsiders, and they are not particularly surprised by our appearance. They blocked us because a ceremony is being held in the village. During this time, any outsider Can't disturb them."
Lao Wang nodded, "Oh, I was shocked, thinking that I was going to block the road and rob, it was not just to steal money."
Su Rui continued, "They hope we can take a detour."
Old Wang said, "If you take a detour, you can detour. Who cares about the road in their village."
Su Rui frowned and said, "We must go into the village to understand the situation-this village looks old, maybe we have had contact with the Germans back then. Moreover, I always feel that the burial ground is a bit strange..."