Museum of the Dead

"Dakini is a Buddhist term, which means a person who walks in the air. It is a symbol of wisdom and compassion." Qin Feng's expression became heavy, and he pointed to the hundreds of creatures in the air and said, "The saints of Tibetan Buddhism It seems that these vultures are the incarnations of dakinis."

Fei Yan and Yin Lu'an raised their heads to the sky, and the original piece of pure blue turned into a dense black one. Hundreds of "Dakinis" came from different directions following the smell, and they all circled around the corpse wrapped in white clothes. above.

"When the ancients described eagles, they looked like birds pecking people and dropping flesh, meaning that creatures like eagles and vultures feed on dead bodies." Qin Feng dropped his book bag beside him, but this explanation is quite convincing. Li said, "When the vulture finished eating the dead body, its mouth and sharp claws were covered with blood and flesh, but it became clean again the next day, which means the word reincarnation in Buddhism."

"Also, these dakinis can help dead bodies get an ideal reincarnation." Qin Feng said while clasping his hands together, like a devout Buddhist believer.

Although beliefs are different, we must respect them.

Fei Yan clasped his hands together, on the one hand, do as the Romans do, on the other hand, among the hundreds of corpses, there may be one—Jiang Shanshan's.

"Does this method really cast a good pregnancy?" Fei Yan clasped his hands and asked. He used to be a loyal believer in the theory of socialist science, but since he met Yin Luan and the others, his belief has long been overturned.

Yin Lu'an looked sharply at the land full of corpses, and asked Fei Yan's words, "Look, how many corpses are there?"

Fei Yan's position had a good view, and there were not many people in front of him, but trying to figure out the number of corpses in this situation was a little easier than finding a needle in a haystack.

The rotten smell of the corpse kept hitting his nasal cavity, making him dizzy.Just as he was about to be interrupted by a few exclamations from the crowd, he simply shook his head and said, "I can't see clearly, I can't count them, but there should be more than two hundred!"

Yin Luan looked forward, "There are three hundred and five in total."

"With so many people, can you guarantee that everyone was a good person in life?"

Fei Yan shook his head.

Yin Lu'an said again: "I was full of evil in my life, and I want to rely on simple salvation in exchange for a good reincarnation after death—"

"If super-duplication is useful, why do we need ghosts?"

Fei Yan: "..."

He changed the subject: "Then tell me, will there be Jiang Shanshan's body inside?"

Yin Luan shook his head: "I don't feel the presence of undead here. When these people just died, the undead should have been taken away by other ghosts."

Fei Yan let out an "oh", and heard someone in the crowd shout, "Oh my God!"

"Oh my God!"

"I dare not watch it!"

"My God, it smells so bad!"

"I feel so too!"

"I want to throw up!"

"This taste..."

……

Most of them expressed emotions like this. Fei Yan took a closer look and saw that the celestial burial master had finished disposing of the corpse at some point, and as soon as he released the long machete, hundreds of dakinis who had been circling in the sky immediately swooped down!

At that moment, the sky was full of wind and sand, and nothing could be seen of the specific scene, only the sound of bones being separated and the sound of wind whizzing past my ears could be heard.

The sound of the wind reminded Fei Yan of the time before he was about to die—it was also the sound of the wind piercing his ears, accompanied by a heartbeat that was about to burst through his chest.

The Creator is great, he created life, let him breathe naturally, feel the sunshine, feel the rain and dew, enjoy delicious food, and experience all the wonderful emotions in the world.

The Creator is ruthless, but just wants to add a period of time to life, so that after it has experienced all the joys and sorrows, it will forget everything and sleep forever.

From then on, everything in the world has nothing to do with you, even if it is reincarnation, it is another person with no memory, and you have to go back to the original point, and experience emotions and desires again.

After a while, all the vultures that occupied the sky flew away, leaving only white bones.

As if he had experienced a catastrophe, Fei Yan finally saw a creature scarier than termites.

In fact, it is not visually shocking, but the most unbearable is the sense of smell.

The celestial burial master's handling of the corpses, coupled with the vultures tearing their flesh and blood, spread the rotten smell, and the surrounding air smelled the same, and it was impossible to avoid it.

There are many tourists around who vomited.

"Ouch!" Li Xiaole finally couldn't hold it anymore, and vomited out into a plastic bag, "Ouch!"

Qin Feng hurried over to carry him on his back, took out water and paper towels from his bag, and took care of him.

"No, I'm going to throw up if this goes on!" Qin Feng's eyes were suffocated, and the contents of his stomach kept rolling up his throat, and he swallowed hard several times.

Fei Yan looked at Yin Luan, "Since there is no one here, let's go down first." He was afraid that he would also be infected by the atmosphere, what if he vomited in front of the curator, how embarrassing he would be!

Moreover, Jiang Shanshan's undead is not here, so if he stays a little longer, his chances of saving his life will be smaller.

Seeing Yin Lu'an nodded, Fei Yan turned to Qin Feng and Li Xiaole: "Are you going down?"

Qin Feng was drinking water non-stop to suppress his nausea. He saw that the two people were not flushed or out of breath after a sky burial ceremony, and they hadn't even frowned. He couldn't help feeling admiration.

"Go down." Qin Feng patted Li Xiaole who was still retching, "Let this fat man slow down."

After a minute or two, Li Xiaole finally stopped retching. He vomited until tears came out, and a thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead. He said weakly, "Why did I come here... I spent money to find Do you suffer?"

Fei Yan was taken aback for a moment: "You don't seem to be stuttering anymore..."

Li Xiaole: "..."

Then blushed: "Yes...is it?"

Fei Yan: "... Forget it, it may be the sequelae of vomiting, and now is the real you."

……

A few people rested for a while before preparing to go down the mountain. At this time, it was close to nine o'clock in the evening, and the sky began to turn yellow.

There were quite a lot of people on the road, and Fei Yan found a wooden tower-like object about two meters long, with long, short, and different colors placed on it...

Fei Yan took a few steps forward, that's right - it was the hair.

These should be the hairs of the dead who had just been buried in the sky. The sky burial master cut them off before transporting them to the sky burial platform and hung them here.

Just when he was about to leave, Fei Yan felt that there was someone more in his arms. He saw a 50-year-old gray-haired woman lying in his arms.

His face was pale, his lips were chapped--it didn't look like a pottery.

Fei Yan put him on the ground, half supported him, and asked Qin Feng to call 120, took out a bottle of water and moistened her lips.

"Look, she's okay!" At critical moments, it's better to ask the boss, Fei Yan has never studied medicine, and he doesn't know how to deal with emergencies.

"It should be hypoglycemia." Yin Lu'an observed carefully for a while, and it was so rare that he met the two people halfway and asked, "Is there any chocolate?"

"Ah... Yes!" Qin Feng hurriedly took out a long Dove. Backpackers like them always prepare chocolates, compressed biscuits and other high-energy things that can quickly raise blood sugar in their bags.

The woman seemed to be a little conscious, Yin Luan broke half a piece of chocolate and fed it to Fei Yan, after a while, the woman really opened her eyes.

After talking, Fei Yan and the others learned that the woman was Zhang Mei, and she came to Tibet to find her daughter.Her daughter is still in college, studying history. She has been in Tibet for half a year and lost contact for a month.

After Zhang Mei reported to the police, there was no news for a long time, so she resigned and went to Tibet alone to find her daughter. She divorced her husband a few years ago and now lives with her daughter.

Fei Yan was stunned, this situation was somewhat similar to that of Jiang Shanshan and the dean.

Zhang Mei's daughter is also a college student majoring in liberal arts, and her age is somewhat similar to Jiang Shanshan's. At the same time, they lost contact at about the same time. Behind this...is it just a coincidence?Or in places they can't see or guess, there are inextricably linked.

Of course, in the past few years, more and more young people have lost contact in Tibet, and we should not draw conclusions arbitrarily because of these conditions.

"My daughter..." Zhang Mei looked very old, exuding a gray and decayed aura, but her gray hair was tied behind her head, but she couldn't hide it.

She stretched out her dry and wrinkled fingers, pointing tremblingly at Yin Lu'an: "My daughter...she also has such a soft long hair..."

Fei Yan looked over with his fingers, Yin Luan's long hair was really soft and black - although he usually tied it up.

Looking at Yin Lu'an's expression, it was all stiff.But the woman in front of him looked very sad, and he could only comfort him silently.

Zhang Mei's eyes drooped, and muddy tears overflowed from the corners of her eyes, "Now... I don't know if I still have hair."

Fei Yan looked at the previous wooden tower with hundreds of hairs hanging on it, and felt his nose ache, but he was helpless in such matters, so he could only offer a few symbolic words of enlightenment, and then went down the mountain.

When going down the mountain, it was almost dark, and Qin Feng just received a call with the note "Dawn".

"Liming" is someone Qin Feng met in the backpacker group. He has exchanged contact information before, but this is the first time to talk on the phone.

As soon as Qin Feng connected, a magnetic and pleasant male voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Hello? Qin Feng?"

"Hmm..." Qin Feng didn't expect that the other party was a man. After all, the information and profile picture before dawn, and the tone of speech made the other party mistakenly think that he was a cute girl.

The man on the other end of the phone chuckled twice, and asked with an ending: "Where is it?"

"Hmm..." Qin Feng immediately reported the address to him, then hung up after saying "um" twice.

Seeing that his companions were coming, Fei Yan was debating whether to go with Qin Feng and the others. After all, it was better to follow a group of backpackers than to search for someone by himself. Besides, Qin Feng and Li Xiaole were still Jiang Shanshan's classmates, so they could ask for help. They know something.

"By the way." Qin Feng said again, "This person also asked me about Jiang Shanshan's situation. Maybe you can ask him about the situation. He knows a lot of things, and he is also very interesting and easy-going."

As soon as he heard that the other party had also inquired about Jiang Shanshan, Fei Yan got excited and made a decision in his heart, "Well, okay, I'm not familiar with the place here, so it's good for us to be friends. Thank you very much!"

Qin Feng felt a little shy when he heard it, and wanted to pat Fei Yan on the shoulder, but was frightened away by Yin Luan's eyes, and finally said timidly: "You're welcome...there is true love in the world hahahaha!"

Fei Yan: "..."

Several people waited for more than ten minutes before a large jeep made a turn and stopped in front of them in a very slick way.

Fei Yan ate his mouthful: "..." This person is an idiot, he must have played too much QQ Speed!

The car door opened, and two men stepped out. Both were tall, but one was thin and the other was strong.

The skinny man was handsome, with flirtatious gestures, he walked straight in front of Qin Feng: "Are you Qin Feng?"

"Hmm..." Qin Feng didn't expect that "Liming" who would be cute and coquettish on the Internet would be such a tough man, and a relationship that had been brought up on the Internet before suddenly collapsed.

Li Ming glanced behind him, his eyes stayed on Fei Yan and Yin Lu'an for a few seconds, and a flirtatious smile rose from the corner of his mouth: "Hey, are these two handsome guys together?"

Then he winked at Fei Yan.

With a cold face, Yin Luan stepped forward to block his sight.

Fei Yan shook his head in his heart, they were both of the same type, and Tianling was ten thousand times cuter than him no matter how he looked at it!

Qin Feng quickly explained: "They are with us!"

Li Ming was no longer unreasonable, and said to several people: "It's getting dark, get in the car first!"

The jeep was very big, and it was extremely spacious for six people. After driving along a small road for about ten minutes, it was completely dark.

After a day of tossing and tossing, Fei Yan was sitting on the soft leather cushion, feeling sleepy over and over again.

He drooped his eyelids and tilted his head to the side bit by bit...

Yin Luan saw that everyone was almost sleepy, so he directly supported Fei Yan's head, and pressed it lightly on his shoulder. Fei Yan was too sleepy at the moment, and his mind was not clear, not only was he curled up in the opponent's arms , Treating people as pillows!

He wrapped his arms around the curator's waist involuntarily, and one leg forcefully separated the other's two legs and squeezed in. After a while, his breathing gradually became even.

Yin Lu'an felt a fire burning in his lower abdomen, which he has often done since he met Fei Yan.

So the distressed curator decided to read the book that Tianling stuffed into his leather bag tonight—yes, it was "The Robbery: The Domineering President's Personal Servant".

Qin Feng and Li Xiaole who were sitting in front of them: "..." They should be purely socialist backpackers!

That's right!

It must be so!

The author has something to say: Today is a piece of sugar mixed in the plot!

Looking forward to the provocative skills of the curator after reading xx comics~~~

In summer in Tibet, it usually gets dark from 09:30 to [-] o'clock~~