bullyxtreme Chapter 465 Heavenly Burial
Chapter 465 Heavenly Burial
It is a custom in Tibetan areas that when someone dies, villagers will go to his home to chant sutras, regardless of whether the relationship is good or bad.
As long as they have time, all men, women, and children in the village will spontaneously mourn at the deceased's home.
At night, all the men in the village need to take turns to keep vigil. During this period, they must always recite the six-character motto or the eight-character motto of King Ming.
"I visited Sera Monastery and know a little about its scriptures." Lin Ran replied in a low voice.
The driver thought about it and asked again: "Why are you going to Sera Monastery? The temple will let you in?"
Not to mention people from the Central Plains, but villagers at the foot of the mountain. Unless you are a senior Xianghu, it is not easy to step into the temple.
Lin Ran asked the village chief: "When do they plan to hold the funeral? Since we are here too, why not give him a ride."
"Brother Lin, what are you doing?" Liu Jingfeng asked in a low voice in his ear. He felt that Lin Ran was full and had nothing to do. They had more important things to do.
Lin Ran explained: "According to the customs in Tibetan areas, as outsiders, it is the greatest respect for them to help him guard his grave. After all, we are living under someone else's roof, and it is most important to get their approval."
Since you live in someone else's community, social etiquette still needs to be observed.
Sure enough, the village chief changed his cold expression and said politely: "Then let me first thank you for your kindness on behalf of the Duolao family. Tomorrow the living Buddha will come to hold a sky burial for his son. Just go and watch tonight. "
Sky burial.
As a unique burial method in Tibetan areas, Lin Ran had only seen it in books.
According to rumors, the body of a person after death is carried to a designated place, usually a high mountain, where it is swallowed by vultures!
Such a cruel burial method is because the Tibetan people believe in the immortality of the soul and that the body and soul are independent entities.
Feeding animals with skin bags is a form of charity to animals and helps them improve their realm.
However, nowadays, sky burials are rare.
In the late 80s, most villages abandoned this custom and switched to burial or cremation.
Liu Jingfeng also became interested in sky burial and asked: "Village chief, can we go to the sky burial to see him off?"
Burial is generally an ominous event, and most people avoid it.
But for the people of the Central Plains, sky burials are extremely rare!
Being able to see it with your own eyes can be regarded as broadening your horizons.
I thought the village chief would refuse, but unexpectedly the village chief seemed particularly excited.
"If you have such a kind heart, the Buddha will bless you." The village chief said, "Just follow the team, but don't get too close during the ceremony. The Living Buddha doesn't like outsiders to approach."
"Okay." Liu Jingfeng agreed.
The driver didn't object and said, "It just so happens that you guys will stay in the village for two days and let me find a place to refuel."
By the end of the conversation, Lin Ran had arrived at Duolao's residence.
But when he saw Duolao's family, he was slightly surprised.
Because this is completely different from the mud houses in the village, it looks like a tent made of cow fur.
In the tent, one wooden pole was erected, and another wooden pole was used as a measure. It was tightened with wool ropes and fixed at the four corners with wooden wedges.
It's just a huge yurt.
But when I walked into the tent, I felt it was unusually warm inside.
Inside the house, a group of young men were chanting sutras with their eyes closed.
Seeing Lin Ran come in, one of the tall men came over and asked, "Village chief, who is this?"
"This is the guest who came today. I heard about the death of your son and wants to help you keep a vigil."
"Oh! Thank you!" The man smiled and bowed to Lin Ran.
Then, under his leadership, Lin Ran came to sit next to a villager.
Read Proverbs along with him.
Two hours later, the man said to them: "Guests, thank you for praying for my son. His blessed spirit in heaven will definitely thank you both."
"Please forgive me for my condolences." Lin Ran returned the greeting and left his house with the other villagers.
The villagers' attitude towards them was indeed much better. Although they didn't understand the language, they were sent to the door of the village chief's house.
Early the next morning.
The driver drove away. He said he was going to find a gas station and left them in the village.
Except for the treasure, everyone else decided to see the sky burial.
At this time, a lama in red stood at the door of Duolao's house.
He muttered words as if praying.
Then, a group of villagers carried the red coffin out of the tent.
The man from yesterday walked at the front of the team, his face full of sadness.
The villagers carried the coffin and walked towards the mountain behind the village.
Lin Ran and others also followed at the end of the team, and saw the red lama holding a special magic weapon in his hand.
The left hand kept turning the prayer wheel, the right hand held the prayer beads, and recited the Great Ming Mantra.
The villagers following behind lowered their heads and took neat steps.
There is a special rhythm to the sound of the prayer wheel.
I followed the team and walked for about 10 minutes to the top of the mountain.
I didn’t expect the hillside to be steep, but the top of the mountain is flat.
There is also a white square tower on the top of the mountain. Around the square tower, there is an open space of about thirty square meters, surrounded by a wooden fence.
Apparently, this was the occasion for sky burial.
Sure enough, after reaching the top of the mountain, the red lama stopped chanting.
The villagers carrying the coffin took the deceased out of the coffin.
Place his back up on the ground covered with cloth.
"Is that it?" Wang Jinpeng asked in a low voice.
But Liu Jingfeng rolled his eyes at him, now was not the time to chat.
The venue was quiet. It was obviously an extremely serious ceremony. Wang Jinpeng spoke in a low voice and was heard by the people nearby.
Although they didn't understand, they could probably guess what they were talking about.
So, Wang Jinpeng obediently shut his mouth.
The village chief walked out from the crowd. He took the gourd from Duolao's hand, which should be full of wine, and drank the wine in one gulp.
Lin Ran thought to himself: This amount of alcohol is terrible!
After drinking the wine, the village chief took out a machete from his waist and slowly walked towards the body.
He felt the spine of the corpse, then inserted the machete and cut open the left side of the back.
The first knife in a sky burial must follow the rules of men on the left and women on the right.
Lin Ran had only read it in books. This type of video could not be disseminated on short video platforms.
So seeing a real sky burial for the first time was a bit shocking!
And this knife doesn't just cut it, it stretches all the way to the sole of the foot.
Wang Jinpeng and others were a little disgusted by the sight, and they wouldn't have come if they had known better.
Then use the second knife...the third knife.
In the sky, a few vultures have begun to circle.
The village chief put away his knife and quickly left the execution ground.
Then, the vulture landed on the carcass and began to eat.
Since it is a local custom, they have become accustomed to it.
At this point, the sky burial ceremony has almost come to an end, and the young people have begun to leave one after another.
Lin Ran and others were also preparing to leave.
After coming down the mountain, they were just about to start a discussion when they heard a girl's voice coming from behind, and she was speaking in Chinese!
"You guys are not from the village, are you? Why did you peek at the funeral?"