The windows of the small temple revealed a dim light.
Although it was powered on, it did not use incandescent lamps, but an old-fashioned light bulb.
I stood on the edge of the small temple, and the funeral master was still chanting sutras in front of the door panel where the corpse was chopped, but at this moment, the door panel had no head.
"Come in."
The burial master suddenly opened his eyes and turned to look at where I was.
I’m not surprised anymore.
It seems that people living in Tibetan areas have very strong senses.
I don’t know whether it’s because the air here is good or it’s usually very quiet, so everyone and every dog’s nerves are very sensitive.
I walked to the door and knocked three times to show politeness.
"The door is unlocked, come in."
The funeral master's voice came from the door.
I pushed the door open and let out a creak.
I stepped in, and he looked at me intently.
There was a door panel that was stained with blood and oil, like a butcher's table selling pork, between me and him.
"What's the matter with your visit late at night?"
He was still expressionless, and his face was still as white as paper.
Under the dim light, it looked even more scary, like a corpse.
If I hadn't still been able to feel his breath and the yang energy on his body, I would have really thought he was a corpse.
It may be that he has been in contact with corpses for a long time, so he has accumulated countless yin energy in his body.
It's just that he doesn't have a yin bone in his body to store the yin energy.
It's all permeated on the surface and inside the body, so the whole person looks extremely scary.
"Where is the head of the deceased two days ago?"
I asked him straightforwardly, not liking to beat around the bush.
"I was buried after I finished reciting the salvation sutra," he said.
"Where are you buried?"
I asked him with a sneer.
"The place where he should be buried is a secret.
There is no comment."
He remained expressionless and said loudly.
"There's nothing I can tell you.
If you don't know, you can't do anything except yourself."
I said pointedly.
"What do you mean?"
At this moment, there was a trace of doubt on his face, or at least he frowned slightly.
"Should you confess and receive leniency yourself, or should I speak for you?"
I glared at him and said, "But the cost of me speaking for you is very serious, which is completely different from your own confession.
You know our country's policy, which is leniency for confessing.
Resist strictness.”
"I don't know what you're talking about."
He refused without hesitation.
"I thought you were a noble burial master, but I didn't expect that you would do such a dirty thing secretly, using the heads of other people's deceased people to feed the evil spirits."
I gritted my teeth and said to him in an emphatic tone: "Bazahahei."
He stood up with a whoosh, and finally there was a trace of blood on his pale face.
He was calm at first, but his heartbeat must have accelerated at this moment, because I broke his secret, no, it can be said to be a conspiracy.
He looked at me intently and asked: "Have you ever been to the underground burial platform?"
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"What do you mean by underground burial platform?"
I asked.
He took a deep breath and said: "It seems that you have really gone to the underground burial platform.
The human soul will not be separated for seven or forty-nine days.
The soul will still be in the head.
The body will be minced and fed to the vultures, but the head will need Recite the Sutra of Reincarnation and let it go away from reincarnation, but after reciting the Reincarnation Sutra, After the prayer, the head will be thrown to the ground burial platform for underground burial.
This is the last step of sacrificing one's life.
Because the head cannot be chopped into pieces, the Buddha will have an impact on reincarnated people.
Furthermore, the fallen leaves need to return to their roots and be buried in peace, so it is necessary to It was buried underground, so it was called an underground burial platform.”
I was secretly surprised whether this was the excuse he had prepared.
I looked into his eyes and asked, "What's going on with that bloody corpse?"
The "blood corpse" burial master frowned and looked at me with a puzzled look on his face.
"More than three meters tall, covered in blood, no skin, no hair, skinless muscles and blood vessels are exposed, and there are more than 20 iron chains on the body."
I said one word at a time.
"That's not a blood corpse, it's a Himalayan snow ape.
It has the same purpose as a vulture, which is to eat the remaining head."
The burial master explained: "It's just because it doesn't see the light all day long, and there are bacteria in the underground burial platform.
And the corpse poison, its hair and skin were infected and rotted, and it became what you see."
I was quite confident at first, but now my heart was pounding.
But it was wrong to think about it.
I said, "What's going on with those intact bones down there?"
"Sin, sin, those were serfs in ancient times who sacrificed their lives to build this underground burial platform."
The burial master answered fluently, and there was no wave in his eyes.
"What about those corpse moths that came out of the holes in the wall?"
I asked again.
"This is the punishment for offending the underground burial platform.
This is a mechanism."
His eyes narrowed slightly and he looked at me, and then said: "I didn't expect you to come out alive."
I was speechless at this moment.
Instead of looking at each other, I was originally here to ask questions.
Unexpectedly, the answer I got was not what I wanted.
Instead, I heard him ask in turn: "Why do you want to go to the underground burial platform?
What are you?"
people" I took a deep breath and said: "I am a member of the hunter force.
You should have heard that I entered the underground burial ground to track down zombies.
I did not mean to offend.
One of my brothers was bitten by a zombie.
I want to catch him."
A zombie used its fangs to save my brother, so I came here to hunt down the source of the corpse poison."
Although he explained it like this, I didn't completely believe what he said.
I knew there must be something behind those holes in the wall, but what it was, I didn’t know.
"I'm afraid the disaster will come again."
The burial master sighed.
"What do you mean?"
I have probably guessed it.
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The burial master should also know that the zombies are coming for the succubus.
Maybe there is a succubus imprisoned behind the wall.
"It's nothing."
He shook his head and said, "I'll think of a way to help you catch zombies together."
"Thank you."
I looked at his hesitant look.
He must know a lot, even more than the man with the facial makeup at Yin Yang Pawn Shop, but he refused to tell me, so I couldn't ask directly.
So I changed the subject and said, "The Himalayan Snow Monkey is so sick.
Why don't you treat it in case it dies?"
"No, the snow ape comes from the Himalayas.
It grew up in a harsh environment.
I don't know how much worse the environment in the Himalayas is than the environment it lives in now.
Not to mention the freezing cold, it can last for ten and a half days.
I couldn't find food for a month, so I could only eat ice and snow to satisfy my hunger.
Here, at least a few people die every month, so he can not worry about food.
Furthermore, as the messenger of the underground burial platform, this is also a kind of training for it.
It is good for its practice, and it will be reincarnated.
After that, maybe you don’t have to be a beast anymore, you can be a human being.”
What he said seems to make sense.
I have only seen the Himalayas and the highest peak, Mount Everest, on TV.
The environment is indeed harsh, but at least there is freedom outside.
But in the underground burial site, not only is there no freedom, but there is also endurance.
Disease and chain-clavicle pain.
As for whether it's better outside or better inside, as an outsider, I can't comment
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