The little black girl was suffocated by this momentum. She loosened her hand and dropped the handful of new mud she had just grabbed on the ground, and then laughed.
This smile was very forced, and a little silly and innocent.
It seems that this little girl is very bully. The little black girl rolled her eyes and laughed dryly: "Big brother has misunderstood. The Lama Buza dance is actually related to the history of Gonggar Temple. I told you before that the snow-capped mountains are white. The Lion King is the loyal protector of King Gesar, and Gonggar Temple is dedicated to the Snow Mountain White Lion King.”
She deliberately changed the subject and got down to business, which perfectly resolved the awkward atmosphere just now.
The little black girl continued to tell us that the local herdsmen believed very much in the White Lion King of the Snow Mountains. When people here die, they usually have to be sent to Gonggar Temple, where the Lama will handle it and hold a grand sky burial ceremony.
Different from the Central Plains people who pay attention to burial, people here generally have five funeral rituals after death!
The first type is pagoda burial, which is the highest level of all funeral forms and can only be enjoyed by the virtuous. Their corpses will be soaked in rare medicinal materials such as saffron and camphor water, and finally put into a container to preserve their immortality.
The second type is cremation, which is also a very high funeral ceremony and can only be enjoyed by tribal leaders. After being cremated, their ashes will be made into 'Tsa Tsa', which are small clay Buddhas, and placed in temples, or taken to the top of a mountain and spread far away.
The third type is tree burial, which is mainly for children who died young. Local herdsmen would put the child's body in a bamboo basket and hang it in a restricted area of the forest.
The second kind is water burial, which is for the lonely elderly people. During water burial, the body will be carried to the river and thrown into the rapids to worship the 'river god'.
The last type is sky burial, which is the most common burial method here and the most popular burial method in Wenjia Ranch. After their death, the bodies will be transported to Gonggar Temple, cut by the local Lama, divided into hundreds of pieces, and then fed to the vultures on the snowy mountains, which means that the last remains are also dedicated to the Bodhisattva.
"The vultures will fly into the sky, and our souls will be taken to heaven with them!"
When she said this, the little black girl's eyes were full of piety and expectation, without any fear of death.
Somehow, looking at such a little black girl, I felt a sense of respect in my heart.
At this time, Mingyueye interrupted: "Little black girl, you are going too far. We just want to know what Lama Tiaobuza is."
The little black girl grunted in dissatisfaction, as if she felt that Mingyue Ye was too superficial and not eager to learn at all.
But she still answered: "Since I mentioned sky burial, the Lama dancing cloth must be related to sky burial! Every time when there is a sky burial, the Lama in Gonggar Temple will put on various ghost masks and perform thousands of years ago The scene of the Buzas being surrendered by the White Lion King on the Snow Mountain is used to promote the majesty of the White Lion King and intimidate the Buzas on the mountain!”
"But they will not kill Buza. Instead, they will use hot barley noodles and butter tea to influence Buza who comes to listen to the scriptures, because killing is not allowed on this sacred mountain."
"But tonight is the time when Buza appears. You'd better be careful, especially you!"
Seeing that Banban was attracted by the scenery in the distance, the little black girl quickly looked at me and said viciously: "Buza must like to eat your meat the most!"
A gust of cold wind blew by, making me shiver.
Although it is much warmer here than on the snow-capped mountains, it is still close to freezing at night, so everyone has to get into the tent to rest early.
I squeezed into a tent with Lao Jiang and my companions. Perhaps because I was too tired from traveling during the day, I quickly fell asleep in the warm sleeping bag.
As I fell asleep, a naked woman with two arms suddenly appeared in my dream. The woman had long hair shawl, and her skin was as white as ice and snow.
She put on a seductive pose and called my name: "Li Jinglan, Li Jinglan..."
I'm not a womanizer, let alone someone who already has my heart.
But the strange thing is, listening to her murmuring, my legs seemed to be out of control, and I had to move in her direction step by step.
Snowflakes were flying, and the woman's red lips were so bright that the holy white and the enchanting red formed a sharp contrast.
In a blink of an eye, I was in front of the woman, her waterfall-like black hair hooked on my face, exuding bursts of intoxicating fragrance.
My body gradually became weak, and I knelt down in front of her. My beautiful succubus red lips slightly opened, trying to get closer.
At that moment, I suddenly heard a long roar that cut through the darkness.
Roar!
That's the howl of a wolf, the sound of Banban!
I woke up from my dream, but looking around the west, there was no trace of companion in the tent.
Where has he gone?
Before I could think about it carefully, there were sudden soft sounds from the stones on the ground.
Thump…thump thump…
what's the situation? Will the stone move?
The next moment, a black ghost hand pushed away the stone and emerged from the ground!
The hand was only the size of a child, but it was completely charred and covered with black hair, especially the five long nails, which were sharp and blood red.
I absolutely believe this thing can scratch my flesh through clothes.
The hand initially moved toward my feet, but I dodged it. It continued to move toward my body, but I dodged it again.
But it seemed to be able to smell the popularity of the tent, and since it couldn't touch me, it gently leaned toward Lao Jiang, who was sleeping next to me.
Old Jiang was sleeping soundly and snoring, unaware of the approaching danger.
There was no light in the dimly lit tent, so I took a lighter and wanted to see clearly who the owner of that hand was.
However, there was a 'click'.
At the same time as the lighter lit up, a second black ghost hand came out of the corner, this time it touched Lao Jiang's cheek.
But I finally saw it a little more clearly, and saw that the hand was stretching out from the rocky beach, and its body should be hidden underground. Based on the size of this hand, I immediately constructed a dark and short figure in my brain. monster.
Could this be the legendary imp Buza?
With a 'dong' sound, another stone was pushed open, and a third hand emerged.
The ghost hands that seemed to stretch out from hell appeared in the tent like mushrooms after rain, groping left and right in the dim environment.
I can even smell a strange smell...
Damn it, did we set up camp in Buza’s lair?
This little black girl is really leading everyone to death!
There were at least seven or eight black hands in the tent, like ghosts who had died unjustly, raised high, groping around my sleeping bag.
At this moment, I didn’t know where Banban had gone. I was so anxious that I quickly went to push Lao Jiang.
If Lao Jiang is usually alert, why would he sleep like a dead pig?
Seeing the numerous hands grabbing at him, I kicked Lao Jiang in the butt and kicked him over, including his sleeping bag.
Who makes him think about cheating his apprentice every time? This time, it can be regarded as tit-for-tat, and taste the feeling of being cheated by his apprentice!
