Chapter 1320 Sky Burial Ceremony

The appeal of religion to people is nothing more than this method.

When Zhang Yi saw the Tantric Dharma Assembly, he felt it was like a pyramid scheme he had heard about.

To make a group cohesive is to establish a common enemy that becomes an external crisis.

Then establish a collective consciousness and let everyone focus on the interests of the collective and put aside themselves.

As for brainwashing, they held large gatherings with many people, talked about some specious truths, promised verbal checks, and then used Hong Zhongdalu's voice to intimidate them.

Slowly, people become one of thousands of believers and are coerced into becoming believers.

So at this time, Zhang Yi looked at the high-ranking burial master in the center of the square and felt that he looked like a magician.

It's just that this man's expression is indeed pious enough. Maybe he believes in Buddha from the bottom of his heart, but this is the most terrifying thing.

The burial owner stood in front of tens of thousands of people, opened his mouth and began to promote Buddhism.

His voice was very pleasant, as gentle as the spring breeze, passing through everyone and reaching everyone's ears.

"Everything is caused by cause and effect. The suffering that people experience in the world is an experience, a test given by the Buddha to the world. When you pass the test, you will be able to become a Buddha immediately and arrive in the Paradise of Paradise as soon as possible."

"The reason why people suffer is because they have too many desires in their hearts. Greed, lust, good food, jealousy, anger...these are the roots of suffering."

"Only by pursuing your true heart and not pretending to be external can you gain liberation."

……

The burial master chattered for a while, talking about Buddhism.

The people below burst into tears upon hearing this, and many people even made expressions of realization, and then threw themselves to the ground, lying on the ground in a large shape.

I don’t know how they could bear such a cold weather.

However, Yang Xinxin told Zhang Yiji: "The power of faith can indeed be like advanced hypnosis, making people forget cold, pain and hunger."

After the burial master talked about Buddhism, he retreated to the throne.

He was dedicated to practicing Buddhism and was naturally not that familiar with the complex procedures of the Chuan Zhao Dharma Assembly.

Everything must be presided over by Deji Tripa.

He strode to the center of the square, his eyes swept over the people present, and then looked at the rebels who were tied high to the execution rack.

"Amitabha!"

He clasped his hands and recited the Buddha's name, and then said in a cold voice: "The world is in chaos, and demons are born. The remnants of the demon kingdom that once plagued the snow-covered plateau have appeared again!"

"They are trying to trick people into degenerating into demons just like they did thousands of years ago, and then bring huge disasters to the entire snowy plateau!"

"But under the leadership of the Burial Master, we will never let this happen again!"

Among the parishioners below, someone immediately raised their fists and shouted: "Kill them! Kill them!"

One person started shouting, and then ten or hundreds of people were mobilized, until tens of thousands of people around the entire square were shouting "Kill them!"

Their eyes were full of hatred as they looked at the rebels on the execution rack, as if all the pain they suffered today was caused by these people.

They gnashed their teeth, eager to pounce on them and bite off their flesh one by one!

"Now, we are here to sacrifice the flesh and blood of these demons to the gods and Buddhas!"

"This is a declaration of war against the demonic kingdom! It will mean that our tantric sect will never succumb to the demons!"

The shouts below became more intense.

That kind of crazy scene made Zhang Yi and others feel goosebumps on their bodies.

The crazy expressions of those parishioners were truly terrifying.

Immediately, Deji waved his hand, and several people in uniforms walked onto the stage carrying knives.

Zhang Yi knew the leader, Paji Rodan, the chef of Paji's family.

He still has the meticulous parting of his hair. His hair should have been taken care of with hair oil, and there is no mess at all.

Zhang Yi said in his heart: It’s about to begin!

The next step will undoubtedly be the execution of the rebel prisoners.

But it was a cook who came, which was really creepy.

Zhou Keer subconsciously hugged Zhang Yi's arm tightly and said in a trembling voice: "What they call executions, do they mean that these people are to be executed on the spot..."

She didn't say the second half of the sentence because it felt cruel to think about it.

At this time, they finally understood what the big wooden barrel and the huge pot carried to the middle of the square were used for.

"Gudu" Yang Siya swallowed, feeling a little nauseous.

"Zhang Yi... Otherwise, let's leave first."

Although I have seen the Pudge family's methods of treating people like sheep before, it was just a quick glance.

But now, he was watching them cook a group of living people, which was really unacceptable.

"If you don't want to see it, close your eyes and block out the sound. It's too conspicuous for us to leave suddenly now."

Zhang Yi said in a cold voice.

He was not angry at Yang Siya, but the current scene made his heart feel a little heavy.

Especially when he looked at the parishioners below.

When they heard that these rebels were going to be slaughtered, their eyes showed greedy light, and they subconsciously raised their rice bowls.

Only then did Zhang Yi understand why Paji Gesang and others were so accustomed to this kind of thing.

It turns out that this is a completely normal thing in today's snowy plateau.

Paji Gesang also diligently explained to Zhang Yi: "This ceremony is called sky burial, and it must be performed by a professional sky burial master."

"In the process of sky burial, the meat from the corpse needs to be cut into suitable small pieces and then fed to the eagles."

"In our snow-covered plateau, eagles are believed to be messengers of the gods and can carry people's souls to the paradise world."

"So this ritual is to purify them."

Zhang Yi looked around and didn't see an eagle.

It’s no wonder that the animals still alive on the snow-covered plateau today cannot get close to humans.

There is a risk of being caught and eaten.

Most of the eagles cannot stand the extreme cold and have long since frozen to death.

"There is no eagle, so we have to hire someone to replace it?"

Zhang Yi asked playfully.

Paji Gesang chuckled, "They can enter the belly of a tantric believer after death, which can be regarded as being purified."

This method also has a special meaning.

After eating the flesh and blood of the rebels, these believers will be incited to rebel in the future, and the possibility of joining the rebels will be greatly reduced.

As the chief surgeon this time, Luo Dan meticulously completed the layout in the center of the square.

Sky burial requires a professional sky burial platform and knives to cut flesh and blood.

He brought a complete set of knives for cutting, chopping, deboning... everything.

Before the sky burial ceremony, it is also necessary to pray to the gods and Buddhas, hoping that these dead people can be purified and enter Western bliss.