Chapter 1307
This is the first time that I have witnessed with my own eyes the complete tree burial of ethnic minorities in Southwest China.
The male corpse was at home. At 9:30, Sister Zhemi Wang carried the corpse out. There were no clothes on the corpse, but its face was covered with a towel. Zhang Biao shouted in Sherpa: "Let's go." Give way! Give way! Don't block the way!"
A large group of troops followed, leaving their homes and heading north.
The journey was long. I asked Brother Biao where we were going. He said we were going to the Burial Forest, about ten miles away from the tribe.
The road in the mountains is not easy to walk at night, and you have to climb a lot. This is still at a high altitude. I started to pant not long after walking.
On the other hand, sister Zemi Wang, carrying her husband's body on her back, walked as fast as flying, without blushing or panting.
Some professionals have done research and shown that the blood pressure in Sherpas is on the low side, and the saturation of hemoglobin in their blood oxygen is extremely high. None of them have hyperreflexia. This is natural. The same is true for children here. .
At around 11 o'clock, we arrived at a remote red pine forest.
"Ah sneeze!"
The temperature in the forest was very low, and I couldn't help but sneeze.
He looked up and took a flashlight.
I saw many large bamboo baskets placed on the branches of the red pine trees here, some with wooden barrels under them, and some without.
These large bamboo baskets are a little too graceful, they look shaky and they feel like they will fall off the tree at any moment.
At this time, Brother Biao told me in a low voice: "Sherpas have been buried here for generations after their deaths. There is a male corpse in every bamboo basket on the branches."
My hair went numb when I heard that, and I looked up again and asked, "Are they all male corpses? What about the dead women and children? Aren't they buried here?"
"No, women and children are buried here after they die. Pay attention to those big trees. Do you find anything?"
"Could it be... that he was buried in a tree trunk?" I asked in surprise.
"Well, that's right. Women and children are buried in trees. They will first choose a tree that is thick enough, then dig a hole in the tree, put the body in the hole and cover it with bark, and finally use Tie the rope."
"What are those barrels at the bottom for?" I asked again.
"That one is called a "ghost bucket" and it's used to pick up corpses. Position it so that if any bones fall from the tree, they will fall into the bucket."
I asked again: "That's not right. Brother Biao, look, those big bamboo baskets on the trees look like they are about to fall down, and the hemp ropes also look weathered. Do you care?"
"Haha," Zhang Biao said with a smile: "Brother, you don't know something, they just want the corpse to fall! When exposed to the wind and sun, once a person's bones start to fall from the tree, it means that the person's soul has ascended to heaven. .”
Zami Wang's sister chose a tree to stop. She took the quilt from others and used the quilt and rope to wrap the body tightly several times.
"Hukka! Hukka!"
Three strong men began to pull the rope.
Then, at a speed visible to the naked eye, as the rope was pulled, the large bamboo basket hung with several strands of hemp rope began to rise slowly.
Sister Zemi Wang raised her head, and she just watched the bamboo basket getting higher and higher from the ground.
This red pine forest is equivalent to the ancestral tomb of the Sherpa people, and I am a tomb robber. I felt uncomfortable and wanted to leave, because I always felt like there were pairs of "human" eyes staring at me in the trees. .
"What? Fengzi, are you scared?"
Dou Yazai was speechless. He whispered to me: "I suddenly remembered something. When we went to sea, we used to pickle salted fish like this, haha! Sprinkle some salt and let the sea breeze blow, and it will dry very well. ”
As if remembering something funny at sea, Dou Sprout couldn't help it and laughed.
That's it.
"Pooh!"
"Bah, bah, bah!"
"Fuck! Something fell into my mouth!"
Dou Sprout raised his head and said loudly: "It fell from this basket! It seems to be water!"
When Brother Biao heard what Dou Sprout said, he looked up first and asked quickly: "Do you feel a taste in your mouth?"
"Does it taste good?" Douyazai smacked his lips and said, "How do you feel? There is a smell of Liushen toilet water in your mouth?"
"you!"
Brother Biao looked ugly and said loudly: "No! You fucking drank Shira!"
