Ram gloated in his tent for a long time, and then went to Baaji's house at night. Baaji was shocked when he heard the news of the sudden death of the Qianba priest, and quickly sent out the slaves at home.

He called the whole village to come to Qianba's house. Qianba's death caught everyone in the village off guard. The herdsmen who came to express their condolences watched around the tent in silence. They were all people who were not good at talking, with faces on their faces.

He always had a calm expression that was close to dullness, especially at moments like this. Later, Baaji stood up, sighed and said to Danma: "Danma, if you want to express your condolences, let Nissan give your grandfather a sky burial."

Danma hugged her grandfather's body tightly and sat there numbly without speaking. In the dark tent, she could clearly hear the sound of the butter tea burning quietly. A group of Han people headed by Liu Boyang became full of "

"Outsiders" couldn't say anything, so they could only stand there silently, feeling that the atmosphere in the tent was unprecedentedly oppressive and heavy.

The Nisan Baaji was talking about was not an outsider, but a distant relative of their family. He was a taciturn Kham man from another village outside the mountains. He had a tall and strong body, a face as sharp as a knife and an axe, and a small child.

And Silent Eyes. His face was a rare purple color. He was also a Regaba (corpse bearer, that is, a sky burial master) in his hometown. He was also heard to be a traveling doctor with excellent medical skills. Later, he came alone.

here

Danma, surrounded by the crowd, looked at the man timidly and bit her lip.

Nisang turned around and left, and quickly found a brown Pupu shirt from his tent. According to Tibetan custom, the deceased must be stripped naked, put on Pupu clothes, and then tied with ropes to resemble the fetus in the mother's womb.

In a crouched posture, the dead must keep their bodies in their own tents overnight before sending them to the sky burial platform.

Baaji walked up to the front and said to Danma: "Danma, death is like a light going out. If you want to open up, you must get out first!"

Danma hugged her grandfather tightly and did not let go. Tears flowed down her big frightened eyes again. Baaji sighed and had to go up and hold her arm in person and said: "You are like this,

It will be very difficult for Nissan."

Danma finally cried out "Wow" and hugged his grandfather tightly. Baaji shook his head and could only forcefully pulled Danma up. Liu Boyang watched from behind, his lips moved, but he remained silent.

Say something.

After Danma was forced to let go of her grandfather, she stood by the bed with tears streaming down her face. As Nisang walked to the front, she could only helplessly and timidly move her steps to the side, watching helplessly as Nissang pulled on her grandpa.

A thick layer of felt cloth.

The crowd retreated with a tacit understanding. When Baaji saw Liu Boyang and others standing there stupidly, he said: "Dear friends from the Han family, our sky burial masters cannot do anything when performing rituals for the deceased.

If you are seen by others, please cooperate and go outside first!"

Wu Xiufang translated this to Liu Boyang and others. Liu Boyang nodded silently, and then left the tent with a large group of people.

Soon, Danma also walked out alone. A group of people stood outside the tent and waited for about twenty minutes. When Nisang came out again, he looked at everyone, said nothing, and walked silently alone.

Gone somewhere else.

Danma stood still until Nissan walked away, then she tremblingly opened the door curtain and saw her grandfather's body tied up in a curled up posture. It had been wrapped under a white pulu and placed on the couch, like a baby.

Danma stretched out her hands to cover her face. She felt like she couldn't breathe. She sat cross-legged in silence far away from her grandfather, feeling trembling all over.

Liu Boyang tried several times, but still didn't know how to persuade Danma. The fate of this little Tibetan girl was really pitiful. First, the Tibetan mastiff she had raised since she was a child left her in the mountains, and then, they depended on each other for life.

Her grandfather also passed away. The two misfortunes happened so quickly, how could the young girl bear them?

Danma sat in that still posture until dawn. That night, Sister Liu Boyang and others did not sleep a wink. When the sky turned white, the train conductor contacted Liu Boyang through the intercom and asked him about the two patients.

How is the situation going, and when can I go back?

Liu Boyang told the train conductor that the two patients had successfully escaped, but the return time was expected to be delayed until noon, because the sky burial ceremony of the old Qiangba was to be held at noon. In any case, they, those who had been favored by others, also had to pay their respects.

Complete the last journey of Mr. Qianba.

Until three o'clock in the morning, no one came to disturb Danma, and Danma gradually changed from grief and despair at the beginning to numbness and calmness later, because she began to vaguely know that maybe the other world is better.

Otherwise, why would so many relatives leave her and no one leave a date for her return?

When it was close to twelve o'clock at noon, Danma knelt on the spot unconsciously. A cold wind blew behind him, and a dazzling light shot in, making the inside of the tent suddenly bright. Danma turned around and saw Baaji and

Nissan and others were opening a corner of the door curtain and watching her silently.

Baaji coughed heavily and said to Danma: "Danma, it's time to send your grandfather on his way."

Danma's body trembled, knowing that what was supposed to come would eventually come.

Liu Boyang has never seen a "sky burial" in his life. He only knows that it is a very high-standard funeral for Tibetans, second only to the "tower burial". It only has high status and prestige.

Only people can be buried like this.

The villagers in the village once again came spontaneously to pay their respects to the funeral. With tears in her eyes, Danma prepared tsampa and butter tea with her own hands, and followed a group of people towards the sky burial platform. Nisan and several villagers carried the strong corpse together.

The body of old man Ba ​​walked in the front. Danma quickened her pace again and again, panting closely. Sister Liu Boyang and others followed her with solemn faces. Whenever Danma cried and coughed, Liu Boyang would lightly

Pat her twice gently on the back.

Finally reaching the sky burial platform, Danma knelt down, lit firewood, and cooked butter tea. This butter tea was cooked for the sky burial masters to drink. Danma had followed her grandfather since she was a child, so she was able to remember these customs.

As the mulberry smoke rose, Nissang stood alone on the sky burial platform and began to recite a mantra. A magical scene happened. On the slightly white sky, trance-like black spots suddenly appeared, and then got closer and closer, and then a large group of

The vultures gradually flew in, waiting to peck.

Nisang stopped reciting the incantation, took off his Pulu with a quick movement, picked up the chopping ax and started cutting.

At that moment, Danma bit her lip, holding back tears and buried her head. Sister Bao Bao, Murong Xiaoxue, and Wu Xiufang couldn't bear to see the bloody and cruel scene, so they turned their heads away.

When they raised their heads again, Nisang was mixing the flesh and blood of old Jamba man's body with highland barley noodles, and throwing them into the sky piece by piece to feed to the vultures. After the vultures had been pecking away for a long time, Nissang finally

Cut the knife a second time, mix the bone residue and remaining fragments with highland barley noodles again, and scatter them to the vultures.

While doing these things, Nisang never forgot to chant the sutras, and the whole process went very smoothly. The body of the old Qiangba was pecked very cleanly. In the eyes of Tibetans, this means that the deceased had an upright and pure character and could live smoothly.

Ascending to heaven, Danma handed the tsampa to Nisan to clean his hands. Nisan took it and rubbed it vigorously, wiping off the bone foam and meat scraps on his hands. Seeing that Nisan had finished cleaning his hands, Danma brought the hot butter tea to him. Nisan looked at her

He took one look and drank it in silence.

ps: To be honest, I didn’t want to write the two chapters of “Sky Burial” at first, but because I used to yearn for these things and felt that these are some of the mysterious and sacred cultural colors of Tibet and Tibetan Buddhism, I decided to control them.

I couldn't help but write it out. I originally hoped that everyone could learn more about these real things while reading the book, so as not to read it in vain. But I didn't expect that the effect was not ideal, and I stopped subscribing. I had no choice but to read it.
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