I build an oasis in the northwest

Chapter 125 Fire Storage (contains some talk about funeral rituals, please subscribe with caution)
Li Gengyun groaned for a long time, then suddenly whispered: "Can I go with you to the Tibetan funeral?"

Although the voice is as low as a mosquito's chirp, the night here is just one word: quiet!

Chen Mu, who heard clearly, shook his head and refused: "No!"

This man has a history of disrespecting Kazakh customs.

Moreover, this place is where he will live for a long time. The forest farm has been contracted for 20 years. If he really wants to cause something taboo, especially something related to a funeral, he would take a knife and stab people directly in the heart.

If something really happened, Tashi would definitely dare to take a knife.

"I don't trust you, so give up this idea as soon as possible!"

Looking at Li Gengyun who was still trying to think of ways to persuade him, Chen Mu sighed and raised his hand to point at the ditch next to the planting site.

"Did you see that ditch? The Yellow River water is resource water. Every time water is released, people's brains often turn into dog brains in order to grab water."

Li Gengyun frowned.

He grew up in the city, so he naturally didn't believe in this matter: "Can't you?"

"Yes, of course I can!" Chen Mu nodded affirmatively: "Don't look at Tashi's good temper now, but it was all tempered after going in. People from this ethnic minority, to be honest, people like them are cruel and evil, try their best to Don’t mess with me.”

Moreover, there is no surveillance nearby, and the surrounding area is deserted.

Really beat him up, or kill him by mistake, and throw him into the wild. Who knows when he will be found.

There are a lot of wild animals in the northwest, especially coyotes. If they are killed, and there are large sandstorms that occur several times a year, and wild animals are gnawing, the bones may not be collected.

If I had known, there would be quite a lot of people reported dying in the wild every year in the Northwest.

He looked at Li Gengyun's body, then looked at his own figure, and said very sincerely: "With our small bodies, we are really not big enough for each other to hit. To avoid surveillance, just throw a bucket of knives into the wild, and then You can’t just dig a hole on a road that’s not used by many people, and once it’s buried, you may not be able to find it for more than ten years.”

So just stay calm and don't cause trouble!

If it wasn't for a coincidence that I helped send Raj's mother to the hospital, otherwise, because Tibetan villages don't like foreigners and they still travel to farmhouses, I might have been kicked out as soon as I raised this matter.

Just at this moment, faint voices came along with the wind.

Chen Mu patted his butt and stood up. He stopped talking to Li Gengyun and turned around to greet Li Wanmian and his party.

More than 40 minutes later, the group was about to walk to the entrance of Ruxing Village.

At this time, Qi Wei and others were filled with joy because it was their first time to attend a Tibetan funeral.They were discussing quietly what to do next.

Chen Mu stopped and looked at them with a frown.

He said seriously: "Have you forgotten the taboos and precautions we mentioned before? If so, then you guys should leave immediately and don't follow me in!"

Qi Wei fondly touched the camera rented from the school and was thinking about how to shoot next.

Hearing this, the smile on his face suddenly froze.

Zhang Wenjing and others also stopped laughing and looked at Chen Mu, who frowned and suppressed his anger.

As expected of the team leader, Li Wanmian immediately held down some team members who wanted to refute, and said calmly: "It was our mistake, don't worry, we will definitely not make such low-level mistakes again."

Chen Mu looked at the group of people one by one and saw that everyone had stopped smiling and their expressions had turned solemn, and then he calmed down.

Entering the village, we arrived at Tashi's house.

At this time, there was a red clay pot hanging on the door. The mouth of the pot was surrounded with white wool. There were three kinds of meat (blood, meat, fat) and three vegetables (dairy, cheese, and pastry) in the pot.

Qi Wei and the other three silently followed behind and took pictures, especially taking a close-up view of the jar.

Chen Mu took the things he had prepared in advance and put them down one by one.

When coming to express condolences, the visitor needs to bring a pot of wine, a khata, a little butter and a handful of incense. Then, depending on the distance of the relationship, they should also bring a paper bag with "Condolences" written on it and money inside. .The room was solemn.

In a corner of the house, a human figure surrounded by white cloth was placed on the soil, without any sheets underneath and without any items beside it.

After Tibetans die, in order to prevent the soul of the deceased from staying at home and not wanting to leave, the soil embryo will be thrown directly at the crossroads after the body leaves the house.

Over time, it evolved into a pattern where the body after death is only surrounded by white cloth and covered with soil.

At this time, the eminent monk was sitting cross-legged on the ground, spinning the prayer wheel, chanting sutras and praying for the deceased.

It was the first time for Li Wanmian and the others to see this type of funeral. They were all surprised. However, because Chen Mu had been vaccinated in advance, everyone tried their best to control their facial expressions even though they were curious. , making sure not to show any signs of laughter.

The relatives and friends in the room looked at the group of Xia people holding cameras and couldn't help lowering their heads and talking in low voices.

"Are these dolls from the TV station?"

"Alas, our family originally planned to have three tourists this time, but now the tourists are gone and the money is gone."

"This is the custom of our village and cannot be changed."

"It's not that you don't comply, but you can also do it like before. If there are pregnant women or sick people at home, you can just not entertain them. Why do you have to stop everything!"

As he was talking, he saw Chen Mugang handing the condolence paper package into the notebook's hand. The person who was speaking suddenly became energetic and greeted him in a low voice.

"Boss Chen!"

Chen Mu turned his head, looked at the group of old men smoking cigarettes in the yard, and walked over.

"Boss Chen, why don't you take tourists with you like you did before?"

"That is, as before, if there are patients or pregnant women at home, there will be no arrangements. Are there other normal arrangements?"

Chen Mu shook his head: "After being hosted for so long, everyone knows that tourists like to smile and talk happily when they come to a strange place. You can't help making people laugh, right?"

But really no matter what, what should the Raj family do?
Do you still abide by the traditional customs?
This is the fact. Although the villagers do not want to be forced to end their livelihood of making money at home, the traditional customs cannot be broken, so everyone has no choice but to accept it.

……

The whole night passed with my eyes open like this.

Early the next morning, the funeral ceremony began.

Women at home and in the village burn incense and chant sutras and send them to the village gate.

The man in the family would go from where the body was parked to the door of the house, draw a line with samba, and then carry the deceased on his back, followed by a man of the same age as the deceased, holding a broom in one hand and a broken basket in the other, cleaning up the samba. When you reach a crossroad, throw things away to prevent the soul of the deceased from returning home and bringing disaster and illness to your family.

Chen Mu followed the men in the village, following the monks at the front of the team who chanted sutras loudly, implying that Buddhism guides the souls of the dead to the right destination.

When arriving at the crematorium and setting up the fire, the monks and mourners should chant sutras loudly.

Cremation is a higher priority than burial and water burial in Tibetan funerals.

In the past, only eminent monks and living Buddhas could be cremated, ordinary people mostly used water burial, and criminals were buried in the ground.

But since decades ago, cremation has become a funeral ritual available to exonerated criminals.

When the bones of the body are cremated to the point of turning white, the relatives of the younger generation in the family will come forward to collect the ashes. They can go to the mountains and scatter the ashes in the wind, or directly sprinkle them into the water, or put them into clay pots and bury them in the ground.

In this way, the funeral is completed.

After that, as long as the family members go to the temple every seven days to pray for the deceased and chant sutras.

(End of this chapter)