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Chapter 352 Ancient Tibetan Village

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    "Who are you?" Just as the three of them stopped the car and took out various things from the trunk, a villager about fifty years old came over to them and asked in unskilled Mandarin.  road.

    Wang Changsheng looked at the visitor for a few times, then nodded to him in a friendly manner, and then said: "Brother, our car is going to run out of gas soon. You see it's getting later and later, can you please let me go?"  Let's stay here for one night. Well, we still have some medicine and food here, so just use it as our accommodation expenses."

    In Tibetan areas, although vegetables are relatively scarce, at least food and clothing are not a problem, so they are not very interested in food.

    But medicine is different. In an isolated village like this, there are basically no medical facilities. Even a fever, a cold, etc., if not handled well, may kill someone at any time.

    "Why did you come here? This place is far away from the city." Although the elder brother stared at the medicine box they took out of the car motionlessly, he still maintained due caution.

    He is the village chief here because he worked odd jobs in the city for several years in his early years. He is also the only person in the whole village who has the most "knowledge" and can speak Mandarin.

    "Brother, a few of us came here by car. This Tibetan area is really too big. I don't know how I drove my car here. Brother, I guarantee with my personality that we  He's not a bad person." At this time, Liang Pingping beat his chest and said first.

    There is a big temperature difference between day and night here. If the villagers cannot dispel their suspicions, it may be a question whether they can survive the night.

    Looking at their tired faces, the eldest brother looked at a few of them carefully for a while, and then said: "Okay, you can stay at my house today."

    People in Tibetan areas are very hospitable. Just because this small mountain village has been closed for a long time, it is natural for them to be wary of strangers.

    It wasn¡¯t until these strangers and the Tibetan brother gradually disappeared that the villagers dispersed in twos and threes.

    The village became quiet again, but a few people only walked for a while before faintly hearing bursts of verses.

    This voice is very soft, very soft, but it is real.

    As he walked, Wang Changsheng suddenly made a warning gesture to the two people behind him, and then asked the Tibetan elder brother seemingly casually: "Brother, what just happened here?"

    His words first stunned the Tibetan elder brother, and then he immediately realized something and said, "Are you talking about the Dorje family? The Dorje family's son passed away a few days ago, and the villagers are now chanting for him.  through."

    This is their custom. In Tibetan areas, whenever someone dies, the nearby villagers will be obliged to recite the "Six-Character Mantra" or "The Eight-Character Mantra of the Bright Light" for the deceased.

    During the day, as long as they have time, all the men, women and children in the village seem to come out of their homes and spontaneously mourn at the deceased's home. At night, the men in the village need to take turns to keep vigil, and the meals during the wake are provided by the family of the deceased.

    "Oh, it turns out to be the "Six-Character Mantra". I wonder why it feels so familiar." Wang Changsheng muttered to himself, but then he thought about it and said, "Brother, when is this family going to have a funeral? Since we are here,  Now, I also want to give him a ride."

    He said this not because he was full and had nothing to do, but because there is this custom in Tibetan areas. If someone from any family dies and outsiders like them go there, it will be the greatest respect for them, and they will also get  Their most sincere wishes.

    Their car has run out of gas and they may have to stay in the village for a few days. This kind of friendly social interaction is still necessary.

    Sure enough.

    After the Tibetan eldest brother chuckled twice, he said politely: "I would like to thank you for your kindness on behalf of the Dorje family. But tomorrow the living Buddha will come over to hold a sky burial for his son. I'm afraid I don't have much time."

    Sky burial is a unique burial mode in Tibetan areas. They usually take the body of a person to a designated location for vultures (or other birds, beasts, etc.) to eat it.

    The core of sky burial is the immortality of the soul and reincarnation, which are different transformations of different dimensions. Tibetans respect sky burial because they believe that feeding animals with "skins" is the most noble charity and embodies the highest perfection of Mahayana Buddhism.  realm.

    ¡°It¡¯s just that in some relatively open areas, sky burials are now rare. Only ancient and closed villages like this can continue this custom.

    Tang Kun seemed to be very interested in this and said: "Oh, sky burial?  Brother, can we go and have a look tomorrow?  "

    Most people avoid burying dead people out of fear, but Tang Kun prefers this method, especially the various weird burial modes that he has never seen before, which can arouse his curiosity even more.

    "Yes, but don't get too close. We don't like having outsiders present during the ceremony."

    While talking, several people had already arrived at the eldest brother's residence, but when they saw this so-called "home", their jaws almost dropped.

    This is a tent made of rough cloth woven from cow hair. The tent is mainly made of two wooden poles, and one wooden forest pole is used as the beam. The outside is tightened with wool ropes, and then wooden wedges are used to fix it around, making it look like  It's like a larger yurt.

    "This, this is a house? Can you live in it?" Liang Pingping saw both of them following in. He hesitated for a while before slowly walking in.

    The tent was very warm, and the all-colored felt carpet was soft and comfortable. It was in sharp contrast with the cold outside. Liang Pingping didn't even bother to take off his shoes, and ran up quickly and sat around the fire in the middle.  .

    In the hot summer, there is white snow, ancient villages, and wisps of smoke.

    The last few days of running around had made several of them physically and mentally exhausted. After eating the tsampa and beef brought by the Tibetan elder brother, the three of them lay down directly on the ground. After a while, a long and long roar sounded continuously.  ¡­

    The next day.

    ¡°Ding, ding, ding¡­¡±

    A burst of noise came from outside the tent, and Tang Kun was the first to open his eyes.

    "Brothers, wake up quickly." Tang Kun picked up his shoes one by one and hurriedly put on his shoes.

    "Huh, you are a cat, but I am not. Why are you so crazy this early in the morning?" Liang Pingping rubbed his sleepy eyes and said angrily.

    "Listen, that's the sound of the prayer wheel." Tang Kun said nervously.

    "So what?" Liang Pingping said and fell down again.

    "Aren't you curious? You can hardly see these sky burials now."

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