"Master, where is the place you are talking about?" I didn't want to play the puzzle here and immediately asked.

"Sky Burial Platform!" Renzeng Living Buddha said three words.

"Sky Burial Platform!" I shivered.

I have long heard of this day's burial. As a cultivator, how could I not know about such a distinctive local culture in Tibet?

Sky burial in Tibetan is a very sacred way of funeral. Although I don’t know much, I know that those who can perform sky burial are not ordinary people.

Simply put, people with certain social status and those who have made significant contributions to the Tibetans can be allowed to be buried in the sky.

Although Tianzang has the word "Tian", it actually has nothing to do with Tian.

Those who perform the sky burial must first be liberated by the lama, and then the corpse is transported to the sky burial platform. The sky burial master then separates the flesh and blood of the corpse and feeds it to the vultures in the sky.

When I think of the Sky Burial Master, I think of the corpse burialist. Does this similar name have anything to do? The corpse burialist also has a burial character, and the corpse burialist also has a burial character. Perhaps the corpse burialist and the corpse burialist really have something to do with the corpse burialist...

While I was thinking, Living Buddha Renzeng turned around and walked towards the distance. A monk next to me pushed me, and then I woke up from my meditation.

"Donor, let's go and go to the Sky Burial Platform to have a look."

"Where is the Sky Burial Platform?" I asked hurriedly.

"The Sky Burial Platform is usually on the mountain. The highest mountain nearby is Sangdankang Sangxue Mountain. Let's go up the mountain now."

"Sangdankang Sangxue Mountain! Haven't you lived there all the time? If there is anything strange on the mountain, you must have discovered it long ago. Why do you still doubt it? Have you never been to the Sky Burial Platform?"

The lama nodded and said, "Sky Burial is a very sacred thing. Generally, only the Sky Burial Master and the Sky Burial will go up. Naturally, we will not go there often."

"Sacred Place!" I immediately understood when I heard these words!

The Sky Burial Platform is an extremely sacred place, and almost no one will go there. Apart from the Sky Burial Master and the dead, it is a place that has been uninhabited for thousands of years. Even these monks who often save the dead rarely go to, so it is even more impossible for ordinary people to go there.

"So that's it. I understand why I went there. The evil corpse of Ten Thousand Bones has not been discovered for decades. It must be a place where very few people go. The only one who meets this condition here is probably the Sky Burial Platform. But is this Sky Burial Platform considered the place of this village?"

"It doesn't count. The sky burial platform on the snow-capped mountain has long been abandoned. No one has ever had sky burial for many years. Even some young people don't know that there is a sky burial platform on the mountain." The monk next to him replied.

"Oh! So that place should be deserted?"

"Yes, even if someone knows, no one will go there. The people in our Tibetan area respect Sky Burial very much, and no one will blaspheme such a sacred place."

"That's true. Whether anyone knows it or not, this place is the safest. Then let's go now and you can lead the way."

These monks rarely talked to me a little too much. After saying this, we stopped talking and walked towards the Daxue Mountains.

Things have been really weird these two days. I seem to be constantly wandering between this village and the snow-capped mountains.

I went to Xueshan and returned to the village, and then went to Xueshan again. This time I finally returned to this village. I haven't stayed for long, and now I have to rush to Daxueshan overnight. I really don't know when the back and forth will be the end.

The trip to Tibet was completely different from what I planned. I thought I was here to find the living Buddha I was looking for, and invited him back to the Central Plains to discuss how to eliminate the evil corpses of thousands of bones.

But I didn't expect that so many things would happen along the way. Now that I have found people, I can't go back to the Central Plains. What made me even worse was that there were even thousands of evil corpses here.

However, this Wanbone Evil Corpse was obviously not the one I encountered before, and its size and strength were far inferior to the one I encountered. If the Wanbone Evil Corpse I encountered that day was similar to this one, Ling Yunzi might not have died.

When I thought of Ling Yunzi, I felt sad again.

The moon is bright in the sky and the stars are sparse. Tibet is a plateau area. The air is thin and there is no pollution from modern industry. Therefore, the sky is particularly clear and bright, and the scenery of the stars and moon is completely different from that of big cities.

Standing under such moonlight, it even makes people feel the illusion that they have entered the depths of the universe.

The seven of us rushed to the snow-capped mountains overnight. We were all quiet under the moonlight and didn't say a word.

I was originally a person who talked a lot, but even I became taciturn when I followed these monks.

After walking for a while, I finally couldn't help but walk to Renzeng Living Buddha and asked, "Master, do you still feel that there is a evil spirit following us?"

I said this very lightly, and I tried my best to lower my voice and let him hear it alone. I believe that the monks next to me could not hear it.

Living Buddha Renzeng was chanting scriptures while walking, but suddenly I interrupted him and did not answer me immediately. Instead, he respectfully recited a scripture before saying, "Now I can't feel it, but since this person is monitoring us, it is impossible to leave easily. Let's be careful and go to the Tianmengtai to take a look."

After saying this, he stopped talking and continued to recite the scriptures.

The five monks next to him were all the same as him, chanting scriptures while walking. I was the only one of the seven of us staring at them.

These lamas really don’t know what they are thinking. They still have the heart to recite scriptures at this time. If anyone wants to attack us, wouldn’t they be seeking death by chanting scriptures so concentratingly?

Alas, forget it, it’s useless to say that it’s too much, so it’s more important to hurry up and hurry up.

After thinking about it, I had no choice but to walk forward with a dull atmosphere.

Anyone who has heard the monk chanting scriptures should know that when the chanting sounds, the whole scene will appear very solemn and dignified, making people involuntarily feel a sense of awe, so I feel restricted at this moment.

But this feeling of restraint lasted only for less than two minutes. As their scriptures were recited more and more, the relics on my forehead seemed to have begun to feel a little, and they began to release a strange warm current.

As soon as this warm current entered my body, I felt very comfortable. My soul and body seemed to have been baptized, and my whole body entered an extremely comfortable state.

This is a feeling that cannot be expressed in words, and gradually I began to immerse myself in this feeling.

My body was constantly washed away by this warm current, and my body temperature seemed to be rising, but strangely, I didn’t feel a little bit hot. Not only did I feel like I was not as hot as I felt, but I felt very cool!
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