pappabearbooks Chapter 469: Simple folk customs, oppression from the sacred mountain!
Chapter 469: Simple folk customs, oppression from the sacred mountain!
They were discussing the news about Zao's tomb.
In the inn, everyone else spoke the local dialect.
So, it doesn’t matter even if we discuss it in public.
Regarding Wang Jinpeng's question, everyone began to speculate.
"Maybe it's to enjoy the happiness of the sacred mountain." Liu Jingfeng said.
"It's really unheard of to build a mausoleum on a snowy mountain. In my opinion, it should be a special custom of the Tubo Dynasty." This point is beyond Huang Hao's knowledge.
After all, Feng Shui is not an auspicious place.
They couldn't discuss it and couldn't come to a conclusion.
As a result, everyone turned their attention to Lin Ran.
Lin Ran naturally didn't know why the location of Zao's tomb had been changed and why it was built on a snowy mountain. He naturally didn't know the reason.
However, Lin Ran also gave his own guess.
"Bodies are not prone to decay in cold conditions and can be preserved for a long time."
Everyone is still aware of this bit of medical common sense.
In order to preserve the bones of corpses, ancient emperors often poured mercury into their bodies.
However, the shelf life of that method is very short. Basically, after a hundred years, the physical tissue will corrode, the mercury will flow out, and it will no longer have the antiseptic effect.
Considering the current environment, Lin Ran's guess is the most reasonable!
"Doesn't that mean that if we enter the mausoleum, we can still see the true appearance of the King of Tibet?" Wang Jinpeng eagerly rubbed his hands.
All the time, he dug up the bones of kings, some of which had turned into ashes.
It is indeed something new to be able to see the true appearance of people from thousands of years ago!
"It's possible." Zhenbao also said, "There is a record in our master's sect, saying that a master was unfortunately buried in an iceberg. His bones have been preserved for 600 years, and they still maintain the same posture as when he died."
"It's possible in the ice, but it's probably not easy in the coffin." Lin Ran said.
In fact, the most important reason why cold conditions can preserve corpses is that the activity of microorganisms is weakened.
Even if he were simply buried in a snowy mountain, there would be activity of microorganisms that could withstand low temperatures and gradually corrode his bones.
Lin Ran was also full of confusion.
Who was the clever guy who came up with the idea of building a mausoleum on a snow-capped mountain?
They had just finished breakfast when the driver came back.
In his hand was a pass signed by the village chief.
"That old guy is so stubborn that he won't even give him the honor of being turned into a museum." The driver said angrily.
"Then how did you deal with him in the end?"
"Of course, call the curator directly and let him persuade." The driver looked unhappy, grabbed the bread and started to chew on it.
Seeing the way he was eating, everyone laughed.
After breakfast, each of them carried a large backpack containing a tent, cotton-padded clothes, and some mountaineering equipment.
Lin Ran felt a little uneasy.
Mountaineering is actually a sport that places high demands on athletes.
Usually before mountain climbing, a lot of training is required to avoid hypoxia during mountain climbing.
They are just rushing to get it on the shelves right now!
Fortunately, we only need to climb to a height of 2000 meters, and the error before and after will not exceed 200 meters, so I feel relieved.
He also specifically told Zhenbao: "Master Zhenbao, keep your breath while climbing, don't pant, and maintain your breathing rhythm, do you understand?"
Zhenbao nodded. During the past few days on the road, Lin Ran had taught them many key points of mountaineering.
So much so that everyone thought Lin Ran had participated in mountain climbing activities.
As for the driver, he will not go up the mountain with them.
He sent everyone to the entrance. As expected, there were two villagers standing at the door with scimitars, looking heavily guarded.
Lin Ran had only seen that scimitar in the sky burial a few days ago, and it seemed to represent some kind of status.
There is a wooden fence around the bottom of the mountain. Two villagers lead a husky-like dog and patrol back and forth to prevent tourists from going up the mountain privately.
When they saw Lin Ran and his group, they immediately rushed over whistling and shouting incomprehensible words in dialect.
But from their gestures, it can be seen that they are chasing people away.
The driver immediately walked up, took out the pass signed by the village chief, and explained to them.
But the explanation process didn't seem to go very smoothly. He and the two guards argued with red faces for a while.
"Why does he always quarrel with others?" Liu Jingfeng looked on and couldn't stand it anymore.
They also knew the driver's temper, so they didn't care if they ridiculed them along the way, thinking they were prejudiced against them.
I didn't expect him to be like this to everyone.
Lin Ran smiled and said, "Actually, this is their way of communication."
"Director Migu has obviously had a lot of contact with people from the Central Plains, so he has developed a moderate mindset and is more easy-going towards others."
"Look at the locals we met on the road, are they all straight-tempered?"
After his reminder, everyone remembered that this was indeed the case.
"Actually, they have quite good personalities. They can say things in person, they can argue, and they will never stab someone in the back." Lin Ran understood their exchange.
Speak directly if you have anything to say and reprimand him face to face.
However, if you encounter someone with a strong personality, physical conflicts may occur.
Most of them just stay at the quarrel level, and after the quarrel is over, a consensus is reached.
Sure enough, after arguing for a while, the two guards looked at everyone warily, and then opened the door on the wooden fence.
The gate of the sacred mountain was opened to them, and behind it was Mount Kawagbo, the only mountain in this section of the mountain that was sealed.
The guard even chirped for a while before letting him go.
"Okay, it's time for me to go back after we got here." The driver didn't intend to go up the mountain with them. He had no experience in surviving in the wild.
"What did they say just now?" Liu Jingfeng was very concerned about what the guard said just now. "Are they explaining some precautions?"
"No, they were scolding you just now, saying that you had to go up the mountain on your own. If something happens, don't turn into a ghost and come looking for them." The driver said angrily.
What a simple folk custom!
A few people smiled indifferently. They didn't understand it anyway, so they scolded him.
The mountain peak is right in front of you.
At the foot of the mountain, there is a stone tablet with the name of the sacred mountain engraved in Tibetan.
When they reached the foot of the mountain, they felt a severe cold blowing towards their faces.
"Is this the sense of oppression of the sacred mountain?" Wang Jinpeng joked.
"Stop joking on the mountain." Liu Jingfeng warned. After all, it is other people's sacred mountain, and it is necessary to respect their customs.
The group of people lined up in a single file, with Treasure walking in the front echelon of the group.
It's not for him to explore, but as an old man, he can be taken care of at the front.
Liu Jingfeng had already bought hiking poles for everyone, but Wang Jinpeng said with great disgust: "I don't need these when climbing mountains. I will have to carry cultural relics down."
"No, snow-capped mountains are different from ordinary mountains. You must hold them!" Lin Ran said sternly.
The trekking pole is equivalent to another pair of eyes. It can not only be used to test the road ahead, but also save your life at critical moments!