No.18 Years of Waking of Insects

Toyosaki didn't speak any more, Lu Jinghong knew that he must be falling asleep gradually, but he didn't know that in the flickering candlelight, there was a smile on the corner of the mouth of the person next to the pillow.

He lay beside Toyosaki, covered with the same quilt, and felt his even and undulating breathing carefully.

For a long time, I tossed and turned.

"Don't move, there is wind in the bed."

Toyosaki's voice sounded beside the pillow, mixed with a hint of laziness.Sure enough, he didn't dare to turn over again, and just turned his back to him like that, in the dim room, looking at the candlelight reflected on the wall, thinking a lot.

Feeling that the man behind him was fast asleep, he quietly raised his hand to press his beating heart, forcing himself to close his eyes.

He suddenly remembered what Xiaohua said to him: Mr. Toyosaki is different from other Japanese. He can speak Mandarin very well, and he doesn't have the hostility of a Japanese military officer. thing.Boss, why don't you think about what he has experienced in the past to become what he is now.

Everything that happened tonight was floating in his chaotic mind, he couldn't help beating his head and doubting himself, did he really fall in love with a man so thoroughly, or was he a Japanese?He is really crazy.

Is he really crazy...

Forget it, crazy... just crazy.

On the second day, the sky was slightly bright, and the cold air in the mountains was still very heavy.

After the two went to the fasting room and finished their vegetarian food, they saw a young monk pass in front of them and enter the next-door bath.

"Look at what?" Toyosaki stared at Lu Jinghong's curious eyes and asked slightly displeased.

Lu Jinghong replied with a sincere face: "It's nothing, I'm just curious why the monk just took a bath early in the morning. Is this a Tibetan custom..."

"Good morning, two benefactors. The sky burial master we invited just entered. We will hold a sky burial ceremony at the back mountain of the temple later. If you like, you can go together." The little monk behind him patiently explained Said.

Sky burial... To be honest, Lu Jinghong didn't know exactly what kind of burial method sky burial was.But suddenly remembered that Toyosaki said last night that his uncle was also the celestial burial master here, so he turned his head to look at him and asked with a smile: "Are you interested, let's go and see together?"

Toyosaki glanced at his slightly excited eyes, replied: "Not interested." Then he walked back to the room.

"Hey, why are you like this..." Lu Jinghong immediately turned dark, and ran into the house after him.

The young monk behind him looked bewildered, and felt that the two people who had come to stay for the night... seemed strange.

"Sky burial is very dangerous, don't go."

After Lu Jinghong followed into the room, he heard Toyosaki say this to him.

He looked at him suspiciously, it didn't make sense to be so cowardly now.So he said indifferently: "Isn't it just to bury a person, could it be that he will cheat the corpse?"

"You really want to go?" Toyosaki pondered for a moment and asked back.

"Could it be..." Seeing how serious he was, Lu Jinghong froze in place, and asked in a daze, "Can't I go?"

Toyosaki did not answer him, but walked into the Buddhist hall of the temple by himself.

The long corridors and high corridor walls are painted with statues of the Buddha of Infinite Life.There is a big golden Buddha in the center. The Buddha statue is dressed in a crimson cassock, with half-closed eyes, like the only living Buddha in the world, overlooking the world and offering salvation to all beings.

"Who is that?" Lu Jinghong looked at the Buddha statues in front of him, which were completely different from those in ancient Chinese tradition.

Toyosaki took a deep look at the Buddha statue and said, "I'm not a Tibetan, what do I do?"

When Lu Jinghong heard this, embarrassment and feelings of wanting to throw the table and leave spontaneously arose.

Fortunately, the kind monk beside him was adding incense, and when he heard it, he replied with a smile, "That is the sixth □□ Lama."

According to the monks in the temple, the Zangqiu Temple was built not long after the death of the sixth emperor, and it has a history of more than 230 years.Because only this golden living Buddha statue was built at the beginning, and after a hundred years, the temple was extremely poor, and there was only this Buddha statue of Tsangyang Gyatso.

Lu Jinghong has also heard the legend of Cangyang Gyatso to some extent, but up to now, no one knows what his life as a leader is like, no one knows.

Living in the reincarnation of Buddha and love, I wrote poignant and beautiful love poems that bewitched thousands of people in the world.But his whole life was filled with a kind of loneliness.

In the end, the two walked around and followed a dozen or so Tibetan herdsmen who had climbed the mountain, stepping on the snow between the mountain roads, and came to the back mountain of Zangqiu Temple.

Surrounded by frost-covered bamboo, a five-six-meter-long stone platform was built in the middle of the open space, and a half-human-high Buddha statue was placed at the end.That is the place where the celestial burial ceremony is carried out, the celestial burial platform.

However, a stiff corpse had already been placed on the celestial burial platform. Fortunately, it was winter, and there were no mosquitoes, and the corpse had not yet grown spots.The people who came to watch, apart from a few monks from Zangqiu Temple, were herdsmen from the village at the foot of the mountain.After all, there were more than 20 people standing bustlingly in the cold open space, both old and young, but the piety in their eyes was the same.

The celestial burial master they saw at first was wearing a crimson cassock, burning incense devoutly and kneeling in front of the Buddha, closing his eyes and clasping his hands together, reciting in his mouth: "Namo Amitabha Ye Dotagata Ye, Do Diyeta Amitabha, Amitabhi..."

The young celestial burial master chanted the mantra of passing away to save the dead.

"...Gami, Gagana." He knelt down and recited 21 times before standing up.

The next step is to simmer mulberry to worship the gods. Two strong herdsmen next to them dragged two bundles of dry pine and cypress branches and lit them with fire. The curling mulberry smoke has a refreshing and comfortable taste.

At this time, a big bird swirled in from a distance, and the mulberry smoke curled up, and it just hovered over the smoke.

Toyosaki heard the neighing of the big bird, his eyes froze, and he subconsciously protected Lu Jinghong behind him.

Lu Jinghong noticed his sudden movement, looked at the sky and his neck stiffened, and asked, "What kind of bird is that?"

"Vulture eagle, the holy bird that devours bones." He replied softly.

Lu Jinghong immediately laughed out loud when he heard it, and pushed him away in disgust: "Then what are you doing, I'm not a corpse, so why are you afraid of that thing?"

Toyosaki glanced at him and finally calmed down.

Then the celestial burial master began to dispose of the corpse in an orderly manner.The corpses are dismembered one by one, and then the flesh and bones are peeled off. The bones are smashed with stones and mixed with Zanba. One of the staple foods.The meat is cut into small pieces and placed on one side, with the bones on the other side.

Then he took out a silver whistle and called the Eagle Eagle hovering over Sang Yan with the sound of the whistle.

As soon as Jiuying heard the suggestive whistle, he rushed down quickly and stopped on the celestial burial platform.The celestial burial master then fed the bones and meat respectively.

Gradually, the corpses were eaten up by the vultures and hawks.

The celestial burial master whistled again, indicating that the eagle eagle could fly away.But this time the whistle sounded dozens of times, and the eagle eagle stood on the celestial burial altar, with the remains of the corpse and blood stains beside its claws.

"what happened……"

"Why doesn't it fly away..."

The Tibetan people who had been quietly watching the sky burial ceremony began to whisper in doubt, not knowing why today's eagle is different from usual.

Suddenly, Jiuying seemed to sense something, let out a long hiss in the air, and suddenly flew towards Lu Jinghong and Toyosaki.

Toyosaki nimbly pulled Lu Jinghong's hand, and then turned his back on himself. Eagle Eagle's sharp claws "hissed" and scratched his back, and he couldn't help but groan.

Lu Jinghong was so frightened that he was about to raise his hand to support him, but he turned around immediately, bent down and quickly pulled out the gun hidden in his boot, and shot Jiuying in the chest.

The eagle wailed twice, fluttered its wings and fell to the ground.

The surrounding villagers and monks watched this sudden incident with horror.The child was even more frightened by the gunshots, and shivered while hiding in the arms of his parents.

It was only then that Lu Jinghong realized that Toyosaki had a premonition of this scene, and was about to ask what happened, but he opened his mouth first: "Its sense of smell is very sensitive, your wound has not healed yet, it must have smelled it. The smell of your blood just flew over."

Lu Jinghong smiled wryly in a low voice, he was almost dead, yet there was still something that wanted to drink his blood.It seems that the Tibetan desert is not as peaceful as I thought.

"Well, what should I do..." the abbot walked up to them with a bamboo stick, looked at the dead eagle on the ground, and said regretfully.

"Who are you? Do you know what you just killed?!" The celestial burial master asked Toyosaki with a hint of anger on his plain face at first.

The Tibetan robe on Toyosaki's back has been scratched, with a few streaks of blood seeping out, he raised his eyes and sneered, "Oh, it's just a bird that devours the corpse, don't you see that it intends to attack people?"

"Ridiculous! If you weren't of unknown origin and you were carrying a gun, how could it attack you?" the sky burial master retorted angrily.

"You are really unreasonable." Lu Jinghong supported the injured Toyosaki, and said, "It's wrong for you to say that the sky bird hurt people. We shot it out of self-defense. Could it be that in the presence of you people? In your eyes, one bird is not worth the lives of the two of us?"

The celestial burial master snorted coldly and stopped talking.

Toyosaki spoke slowly again: "You should be glad that he was not injured at all, otherwise..." He paused, his eyes were slightly cold, "I may not be the only one who shot this bird."

Everyone was startled for a moment, and they couldn't understand the emotion in his eyes, they just thought it was two friends with deep affection.

He was wounded, took Lu Jinghong's hand, turned and walked away on the snow.

"Uh, where are you going?" Lu Jinghong found that he was leading him down the mountain, but it was not the way back to the temple.

"Go back." Toyosaki replied in a muffled voice.

"Where...where?" Lu Jinghong was puzzled.

"Sichuan, Rongcheng." He continued to answer.

Only then did Lu Jinghong calm down, he really wanted to take him back to Rongcheng.It's just that I don't know if this time, the following days will be peaceful.

When they went down the mountain, Lu Jinghong bandaged Toyosaki's wound in a farmer's house, and asked for an old Tibetan robe for him to change into.

Before leaving, Toyosaki handed the gun in his hand to the kind and kind woman, glanced at her trembling body, and asked softly, "How much is this gun worth?"

The woman was hesitant to take it at first, but later she thought that it would be good for her husband to hunt with this gun.Then, seeing that the two people were really short of money, they kindly reckoned that they had collected enough travel expenses for them, and took the gun.