As I guessed, the specific process will not be described again.
Buddhism pays attention to giving with one's body.
The body of the deceased will be eaten by the vultures after death.
However, if it is a whole body, there may still be bones left.
So the funeral director closed the door and the family members also stayed away from the funeral for a long time.
There was a clicking sound in the room.
After waiting for two hours, the undertaker came out carrying the big bucket, and then the family members followed him.
When he reached a hillside, he put the whistle into his mouth and blew the whistle.
The whistle resounded throughout the canyon.
The next moment, a magical scene appeared.
Dozens of eagles soared in the sky, fluttering their wings, and swooped down towards the hillside.
I really felt a cold sweat for the funeral director and relatives standing on the hillside.
But no matter what happened, the vultures all landed on the hillside, a certain distance away from the group of people.
The funeral director poured the contents of the bucket onto the hillside, and the vultures began to eat, while the relatives watched from the side and recited prayers.
This is a sacred ceremony.
This is the realistic version of Buddha cutting his flesh to feed the eagles.
This is giving with his body.
Cremation, a fire burns it and turns it into air.
For burial, they were buried in a coffin and fed with maggots.
And in this funeral, I gave myself to the vultures and used my spare time to shine.
It was already two hours later when the funeral director arrived, which was when the funeral was over.
When we saw the funeral master, we couldn't help but feel a little more in awe.
"Come with me."
He turned and walked towards the floating bridge between the canyons, and we followed.
Then he stood in the middle of the pontoon, turned to look at us, and said, "Come here, are you scared?"
I turned my head and looked at the fast-flowing Lhasa River below.
I was a little afraid of heights, but now this water should not pose any threat to the few of us.
Needless to say, Yuelan and I may have weaker Qinggong with Jiang Lin and Xixi. .
We walked towards the pontoon bridge.
Even if the pontoon bridge broke, we were not afraid.
"Who are buried in this hanging coffin?"
I asked.
"My father and master."
The burial master said, looking at the hanging coffins.
"Ah, then you just saw the hanging coffin falling into the river, why didn't you let someone fish it out?"
I asked in surprise.
"No, this is fate.
When the wood holding the hanging coffin breaks and when the hanging coffin falls into the river, it means that the person in the coffin has been reborn."
He said calmly.
"Is this what your master told you?"
I asked.
"Yes."
He nodded and said: "This is passed down from my ancestors, from generation to generation, and now it has been passed down to me.
Each generation of burial masters must bury with hanging coffins instead of sky burials, because that is not suitable. us."
"Why is it not suitable?"
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I was slightly surprised.
The undertaker who presided over the funeral was not suitable for the funeral he was hosting.
It was a bit hard to believe.
"Let me tell you a story."
He turned to look at us, and then said calmly: "If a baby dies here, it will be buried in the sky, but not here, and his parents and relatives will pile stones Build a stone mound, then use soil and licorice to build a nest like a bird's nest on the top of the stone mound, put the dead baby in it, and then invite vultures to eat it."
I was so frightened when I heard it, I imagined the scene in my mind, and I simply didn’t dare to think about it further.
"But not all baby corpses will be eaten by vultures.
These vultures are intelligent and do not attack living people or livestock.
One baby died and was sent to the stone hill.
The vultures were found, but More than a dozen vultures landed on the edge of the stone hill, watching intently.
The baby had been dead for a day, but it didn't move and didn't eat it."
He took a deep breath and said, "The undertaker thought it was strange, so he walked over and saw that the baby was still breathing, so the undertaker took the baby down. , tried to rescue, but unexpectedly the baby survived. " "That baby is you, right?"
I met his eyes.
"That's right."
He squeezed out a smile and said, "That is to say, we are people that vultures won't eat.
Even if I die and chop into pieces of meat, I will still be in front of the vultures.
When they smell it, they will know that it is the meat of the funeral master. , they won’t eat it and will fly away.”
"Is it so magical?"
We were all stunned.
"Everything has spirituality, this is destiny."
He sighed and said, "So we will choose other burial methods, the hanging coffin burial method.
One is that this environment is the place where we have lived all our lives, and the other is There are demons at the bottom of the canyon.
The master said that our hanging coffin here would also be a deterrent to the demons.
After the wood was broken, the coffin was hung into the river and continued to fight with the demons. " "Devil, you are talking about corpse poison" I asked.
He nodded and said, "Yes, there is a demon under the water, but I don't know exactly what it is, but the corpse poison is emitted from the demon's body and blended into the river."
"Then people downstream are using it to drink."
I asked dumbfounded, "Then why didn't you stop them?"
"It can't be stopped.
It's not that it hasn't been stopped.
My master stopped it several times when he was alive, but there was not enough evidence, and the toxicity seems to be very small.
No one has done it in these years.
I just heard what you said last night Someone is dead."
He looked at us and then at the police officer.
Fortunately, the police officer was here, otherwise he would have thought we were talking nonsense.
I turned around and looked at the old dog, and I was secretly surprised.
Could it be that the old dog actually didn't know how to do it, but as soon as the old dog manipulated the consciousness of these dogs, the corpse poison in their bodies immediately resisted, and then resisted the fight.
The result is that the Tibetan Mastiff is crazy and bites people randomly when they can't tell who is who.
If this is the case, then he has committed a crime.
Although it was an unintentional mistake, it has hurt human lives, as well as the lives of so many dogs.
But I dare not tell the old dog this assumption, otherwise he will blame himself.
He loves dogs as much as his life.
If you know that these dogs and people died because of him, he will regret it to death.
"What else did your master tell me?"
I looked at him and said.
"He said that the devil in the underground is still sleeping and is suppressed by these temples on the mountain.
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Let us not go down and provoke it.
Once we wake it up, it will be the beginning of a nightmare."
The burial master looked at the river. , said expressionlessly.
"It means we can't do anything but watch the Tibetans and Tibetan Mastiffs die tragically."
I looked at him dumbfounded.
"It's all fate."
He sighed and said, "I have said everything that needs to be said, but if you really want to do it, I won't stop you.
You can decide for yourself."
After saying that, he turned around again, walked towards the small temple, and said casually: "I'm going to chant sutras for the deceased.
You can go."
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