Zhuoma Came Back to Life

"Namo Amitabha Night..."

Gonpo circled the sheepskin bags on the stack, chanting mantras for rebirth.

He had recited the incantation more than thirty times and showed no sign of stopping.

This task of dismantling the body was far too difficult; just recalling the contents of the sheepskin bag made him feel an overwhelming sense of horror.

Reciting the Rebirth Mantra several times at this time is also to bring peace of mind.

As for whether the spell was effective, Gonpo didn't actually know.

Zhou Yang followed behind Gonpo, moving slowly with his feet.

For every incantation that Gonpo recited, he would repeat it.

The Naren Brothers stood not far away, occasionally whispering to each other and bursting into laughter, as if the dead man on the pile had nothing to do with them.

Deqin then began to spin the prayer wheel in his hand again.

His task this time was to follow these people and escort "Zhuoma" up the mountain.

After being taken up the mountain, he could descend on his own. Hearing the corpse-dismantling man chant the Rebirth Mantra more than ten times, Deqin raised his eyelids and shouted at Gonpo and Zhou Yang:

"Hey! We've chanted this spell fifty times already!"

Let's get going, hurry up!

"Do we have to study until dark before we go up the mountain?!"

"Oh, let's go, let's go!" Gonpo nodded hurriedly, pulled Zhou Yang over and said, "Let the deceased's relatives carry the deceased out of the house and walk along the road up the mountain. I'll follow behind."

"Wait until we've all left the courtyard, then light some incense in the courtyard."

"Make sure you see which way the smoke is blowing, and then tell me."

"There's a mulberry fire burning in the corner outside the door, and mulberry branches are piled up there too."

Zhou Yang responded, and noticing Gonpo's nervous expression, he asked, "Is there anything else we need to prepare?"

"Anything else..." Gonpo thought carefully, "You should keep the tsuna I gave you."

"That's for self-defense!"

"And you, do you have any protective amulets?" Zhou Yang squeezed the "Gangba Aga" amulet in his arms. The amulet was still warm in his arms, but Aji's consciousness did not notice anything special about it. Zhou Yang's protection here was not based on the amulet in his arms.

His Mindfulness, like a gentle stream flowing between his brows, the "Breathing of the Ghost" that rippled across his skin, and even the ripples of the Fat Mirror Lamp and the Ghost Ten Hands, could all be used now, even on the Karmic Retribution Body.

These are his greatest assets.

Compared to him, this thin and short master in front of him needs more protective measures.

Gonpo grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth. "Yes, yes!"

As he spoke, fearing that Zhou Yang might not trust him, he pulled out several items hanging around his neck and showed them to Zhou Yang one by one.

There are items such as a cast iron roc, a nine-palace plaque, and prayer beads.

But Aji was completely unmoved by these things.

These things are most likely not special at all.

"All right!"

Zhou Yang nodded.

Both he and Gonpo were going up the mountain, so they should look after each other carefully. He also hoped that the trip would go smoothly.

Then, Gonpo called to the Naren Brothers, picked up the carrying pole again, tied the sheepskin bag to it, and led them out the door.

There is a flat section of road at the foot of the mountain, which can be carried by a shoulder pole.

As they gradually climbed higher into the mountain, the sheepskin bags had to be carried by people.

That will be the time when corpse carriers like Zhou Yang will come in handy.

Zhou Yang then greeted Zhuoma Ajia in the side room, asking her to wait for him until he left. He then closed the door and agreed on a secret signal before going out. Sure enough, he saw a hearth surrounded by stones in the corner on the right side of the wall outside the door.

And not far away, there was a pile of mulberry and cypress branches that were still green.

"We need to observe the shape of the smoke and its direction of travel."

"I wonder what use it is?"

He was thinking and his hands were moving quite nimbly. First, he gathered some dry firewood and lit it on the embers in the fire pit. When the fire was getting bigger, he took apart the bundles of mulberry and cypress branches and spread them on the fire to warm them.

The fire pit was covered with cypress branches.

As the charcoal fire below gradually lost oxygen, only the heat propelled the smoke outwards. A straight column of smoke shot upwards towards the sky.

After staring at the plume of smoke for a while, and making sure it wouldn't change much, Zhou Yang tidied up the fire, swept away the dead branches and leaves around it, turned around and hurriedly left the low courtyard wall, catching up with the group that had walked a mile or two ahead.

Once Zhou Yang Zhou Yang caught up with the group, everyone turned to look at him.

What does mulberry tobacco look like?

Gonpo stopped and pulled Zhou Yang aside, asking in a low voice.

"What do the shapes and directions of the smoke correspond to?" Zhou Yang didn't explain directly, but instead asked Gonpo first.

When a master asks a question, the disciple should answer honestly.

If someone like Zhou Yang were to apprentice under another corpse dismantler, he would inevitably be beaten and starved for two or three days.

Gonpo was very fond of this apprentice. When Zhou Yang asked him this question, he honestly replied, "Most of the smoke from the mulberry tree drifts in all directions, but when the smoke blows mostly to the left, I make a cut from my left arm down to my stomach."

"If the wind blows to the right, make a cut on the right arm."

"If the smoke gathers and blows to the left, cut from the left leg down; conversely, cut from the right leg down."

Gonpo paused here. (Go to Bing search for the latest chapter!)

The job of a dismantler is primarily to dismantle the corpse.

If you put a corpse on a table and ignore everything else, just waiting for the Dakini to peck at it, then you'll have to wait until the corpse starts to stink.

The weather in this area is bitterly cold for long periods of time, and it is even colder on the mountain. Sometimes a dead body placed on a platform will not decompose for ten days or half a month.

That's why body dismantlers are needed to dismantle the body.

The Dakini, drawn by the scent, gathered in large numbers.

The place where Gonpo said to start the incision naturally refers to the beginning of the dismemberment process.

What kind of smoke did you see?

"Hurry up and tell me, don't dawdle," Gonpo asked Zhou Yang again.

Zhou Yang looked into his eyes, staring intently at the expression on his face. "I saw that the smoke from the mulberry tree was a pillar, rising straight up to the sky."

"A pillar, reaching towards the sky--"

Gonpo's face paled in horror. "She doesn't want the Dakini to take her away! She wants to keep her body intact... but her skin... I knew this dismantling of the corpse was going to be a very dangerous thing. I don't know if it will succeed, I don't know what will happen!"

"Why!"

Gonpo shook his head and sighed repeatedly, catching up with the group ahead with a worried look on his face.

Even though Sang Yan had foreseen a bad outcome, he still had to continue.

He said to Zhou Yang, who had followed him, "You must memorize all the rituals for dismantling the corpse. You must remember every step; you can't miss any!"

Didn't burning incense bring about bad results?

"Won't something go wrong if we follow the ritual exactly?"

Zhou Yang asked.

"Rituals aren't always effective."

Gonpo shook his head.

He was silent for a moment before speaking again:

"We insignificant people are like groping Shitou way forward in the dark, unlike the senior monks in the temple. Sometimes, whichever Shitou we touch is the one we need, even if it's useless to us."

Having something is always better than having nothing.

The mountain road gradually becomes steeper.

The Naren Brothers carrying the shoulder pole stopped several times and looked back at Zhou Yang, asking him to carry the corpse, but Gonpo glared at them and refused. "You can still walk, walk some more!"

"This is your daughter, she is very blessed. The more you carry her on your journey, the more blessings you will receive!"

"Once my apprentice carries her on his back, she will have no connection with you anymore; all worldly ties will be severed!"

There was also a class hierarchy within this procession of corpses.

The Naren Brothers lived at the very bottom of society and were filled with fear of corpse dismantlers like Gonpo, but they had Deqin backing them up.

Deqin would only speak up when it concerned Zhuoma, otherwise he wouldn't bother with the two brothers.

Gonpo was also afraid of Deqin.

Zhou Yang, however, remained detached from the other four.

The Naren Brothers didn't quite believe in the blessings that Gonpo spoke of; they only believed what the lamas in the monastery said. But Deqin didn't say anything, and the two could only continue carrying the shoulder pole.

When the mountain path became too steep to carry on a shoulder pole, Zhou Yang took the sheepskin bag.

He could hold the sheepskin bag in his arms, and the person inside wasn't very heavy.

Zhou Yang held her, but all he could feel was that the sheepskin bag contained only a clump of water and a few clumps of mud.

However, the smell of blood emanating from the bag was too pungent.

The moment he smelled the blood, it was as if he could see that little figure covered in blood again.

Therefore, he could only carry the sheepskin bag on his back, supporting the bottom of the bag with one hand and using a wooden stick for support with the other, and slowly walk along the steep mountain path.

The Naren brother, no longer needed to exert themselves, and thus had leisure time again.

They would occasionally exchange a few jokes, and sometimes pick up a few pieces of dead bones from the haystack and throw them at each other.

Their leisurely mood made them feel as if they were on a spring outing.

The small stone slab laid out on the ridge of Narong Mountain is gradually coming closer.

The temperature on the mountain was getting colder and colder. In the gray-green meadow, you could occasionally see a few bones of dead people. Clumps of dead people's hair were tangled with wild grass like tumbleweeds. Occasionally, they would stay in one place and be blown around by the wind, making them look like living people trying to stand up.

An unpleasant odor began to permeate the mountain path.

"Whoosh--"

The wind Da Le, and the sky became even bluer!

The wind rushed towards Zhou Yang Zhou Yang, and he felt a chill—a chill that seemed to be creeping in from behind him!

He had a sheepskin bag slung over his back!

From inside the sheepskin bag, a "gurgling" sound came out.

With that sound, Zhou Yang felt as if the dead body in the sheepskin bag behind him was writhing in the blood, about to unleash its power!

Immediately afterwards, the sheepskin bag behind him began to bulge here and there.

The dead inside have truly begun to move!

"Zhuoma is alive!"

Zhou Yang's eyes widened in horror. He placed the sheepskin bag on the meadow and suddenly spoke. As soon as he spoke, Deqin, Gonpo, and the Naren Brothers all turned around and stared at the sheepskin bag on the meadow. They noticed small fist prints or footprints that occasionally bulged out on the bag, and their faces turned ashen!