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    This group of crows circled in the sky, and then passed over our heads again. Their cries were extremely unpleasant!

    A dark cloud passed over Lao Shi's face, he stamped his feet, pointed to the sky, and cursed: "Bah, bah, bah, how shameless. There is sky above and earth below. I am not afraid of crows farting. You die, you die,  You die!"

    Looking at Lao Shi¡¯s appearance, I couldn¡¯t help but want to laugh.

    In fact, this is a folk custom in our Yuncheng area. Common people believe that crows are a symbol of disaster, so when a crow flies over their heads, they have to spit at the crow and then curse, in order to drive it away.  Bad luck.  In shamanism, this method is also the method of cursing, which is said to be derived from the curse method.

    Although I don¡¯t know if crows bring bad luck, as far as I know, crows are birds with an extremely keen sense of smell. Wherever they appear, there must be carrion or fishy smell.

    Liu Dajin looked at Lao Shi and said: "Big guy, let me tell you, in this area, you'd better not say bad things about crows, be careful of getting beaten!"

    "Why?" Lao Shi blurted out.

    Cangyan and Baguio were also very curious and stared at Liu Dajin for answers.

    Liu Dajin glanced at the Tibetan handlebars in front of him and whispered: "Do you know about sky burial? There is a sky burial platform nearby. These red-billed crows are the second-ranked soul purifiers in the eyes of Tibetans."

    I have heard about sky burials in Tibetan areas for a long time. This is the most traditional way of burial. After death, the body is taken to a designated place and allowed to be eaten by vultures and other birds and beasts.  Its meaning is the immortality of the soul and the recurrence of reincarnation. They believe that death is just the separation of the immortal soul and the old body.  Feeding birds and beasts with your own body is the most noble donation and the most pious farewell.  Liu Dajin said that the red-billed crow is the second-ranked soul purifier, and the first among them is the Hu Vulture.  Let¡¯s put it this way, there is not a single bearded vulture in Tibet that has not eaten human flesh.

    Tibetans do not eat fish or birds. In addition to their understanding of Buddhist teachings, the most important thing is the existence of sky burials and water burials. In other words, how do you know whether these fish and birds grew up eating human flesh?  Nowadays, people often use the slogan of Tibetan cold-water fish to poach some and transport them out to make some high-priced delicacies. In fact, just thinking about it is enough to make you sick to your stomach.

    "Since there is a sky burial platform, let's go and have a look. It's rare to encounter this kind of tradition, just to gain experience!" Aya was so bold that she even suggested going to see the sky burial platform.

    Liu Dajin asked, "Do you really want to go and see it?"

    I quickly shook my head and said, "I won't go, I won't go!"

    Because I know that this is a kind of belief for Tibetans, but it is really difficult for outsiders like us to accept that kind of scene.  The sky burial master will dismember the corpse bit by bit, peel off the skin from the back, make an incision on the spine, chop the internal organs and limbs, and then watch the bearded vultures and various sky birds come to grab food.  Finally, they have to peel off the scalp, smash the head, mix the brains with tsampa, and scatter the bones and meat together to the huge flock of birds, until all the blood and fleshy foam on the ground are eaten up!

    Throughout the whole process, the Tibetans were very quiet and pious, but we couldn¡¯t. It would be really unbecoming of us if we screamed and scared away in the middle of the process!

    Sure enough, after I finished my brief introduction, Cang Yan and Aya both tightened their mouths and stopped talking!

    After walking for half an hour, I saw a small temple in a valley.  Compared with Liu Dajin's temple, this temple is less than a quarter in size, with only a twenty-four-column hall and several small dacangs.  Not far from Siyuan, there is a white Tibetan-style pagoda, which is very conspicuous. Liu Dajin said that this pagoda was built to pray for the sky burial platform.

    A group of crows landed on the pagoda. As our bullock cart passed by, one of the largest crows landed on the head of the yak without fear, and just looked at us!

    It is no exaggeration to say that this guy is as big as a hen, which shows that his food is poor.  The fur all over its body is black and shiny, and the most eye-catching thing is its red mouth and red paws, which are blood red and scary, making people wonder if it has just attended a big party!

    "Hey, this bird has become a spirit, right? What does it mean that it landed on the cow's head?" Shi Gang asked with disgust, staring at the red-billed crow.

    I shook my head and said: "No, this kind of bird that participates in sky burials will not be capable of cultivating itself if it is in the company of dead bodies. It dares to stand on the cow's head, probably because it is not afraid of people, because Tibetans will not harm it, and  or¡­¡­"

    "Or what? Does it like you?" Aya teased.

    I glared at Aya and said, "This bird has seen many corpses and is spiritual. Maybe it wants to tell us something"

    As we were talking, we reached the entrance of the temple, and the crow flew away in fright.?.

    There is a hay shed outside the door, and I can feed the cattle by myself.  It's like this here, you can use things as you like, it's not considered stealing.

    Liu Dajin was familiar with the Red Hat Lama. He led the way carelessly and started shouting when he entered the door.

    It was very quiet in the temple, not even the sound of chanting sutras.

    After shouting several times, no one came out. Liu Dajin looked up at the sky and muttered: "Logically speaking, it shouldn't be nap time yet!"

    The few of us followed Liu Dajin into the Buddhist temple. Only a few butter lamps were lit in the dark Buddhist hall, and most of the butter lamps and incense had been extinguished.  Among the strong smell of ghee, I could vaguely smell the smell of blood.

    "Hey, where are the people?" Liu Dajin muttered and shouted again towards the back hall!

    "Stop shouting, something happened!" I leaned down and saw a pool of blood on the cushion in front of the Buddha.

    The edges of the blood stain have dried, but the middle has not yet solidified, as if a drop had just flowed through it.

    As soon as they saw the blood, everyone immediately became cautious.  Cang Yan, Aya, Lao Shi and Liu Dajin stood with their backs to each other and looked around.

    Snapped¡­¡­

    It was cold, and a strong smell rubbed my cheek and fell to the ground.

    My heart suddenly tightened and I wiped it. It was blood, blood that had turned black.  Everyone looked up suddenly when they saw the red stains on my hands, and saw a head with jagged fragments hanging on the beam above, looking down with dead eyes

    "Wo Zi La!" Liu Dajin blurted out a Tibetan sentence. Although he didn't know what it meant, he could still hear his tone.

    We have some inner turmoil, after all, this is a bloody human head, but we no longer scream as much as before. After all, we have seen too much.

    This head has a gray beard and is an old man. It is obviously not the red-hatted lama we met in the car. Maybe that lama is still alive?

    "Go to the back hall!" Liu Dajin frowned, clenched his fists, and walked back along the passage on the left. However, as soon as he took two steps, he almost fell due to a scratch under his feet. When he lowered his head, he saw a body lying in front of him.  The headless corpse, with its severed neck facing us, was covered in black blood.  The movement of this man's feet was like running, and he must have been killed from behind while escaping.

    As for what made Liu Dajin fall, it was a pool of thick black blood and a string of Buddhist beads scattered on the ground (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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