Devil's Music

I had to think until late at night until dawn to go to sleep. When I opened my eyes the next day, Biraci was already out of bed.

Where did Mr. Viracy go? ’

After searching around Rocci for a long time, he went to the counter and asked.

“Excuse me. Have you seen anyone who came with me yesterday? ”

The bearded keeper, wearing a Takatopi, a traditional Nepalese hat, said in English.

“If you're referring to a cow-driving person, he left early in the morning. I asked him where he was going in the morning, and he just smiled and disappeared on a cow. ”

“Ah... I see. Okay, thank you. ”

The gun comes up to the room and pushes the unpacked luggage into the backpack.

He's not in his right mind. Let's go alone. What if he loses his way? I was wondering if I might see you again at the Temple of Passepartinite? Why don't you tell me... I learned a lot yesterday, so I wanted to serve you breakfast. ’

Before Gunn left Rocci, he asked the Keeper for directions to the Paspatinite Temple and turned his steps in the direction of the Keeper's instruction. The road along the steep cliffs is almost over, and there is a neatly packed road. There was barely a car on the road, and I started seeing people to attend the festival one by one. The closer we got to the temple, the more people marched, and in a short period of time, we walked with many people, like Friday in the dense area of Korean entertainment.

The distant Pasphanite Temple came in while wearing sunglasses and looking at the Nepalis. To get a closer look at the magnificent temple, I opened my eyes and looked closely at the temple.

That's a big one! What floor is that? ’

Nepali is furious and cries out when she sees the incident next to her for a long time.

“???!?????!?????????????! (Deva! Devasha! Deva has come to the temple in Hindu!)

The Nepalis, who were walking around together, looked at Gun. The gun suddenly raises one hand with an awkward smile as people's gaze gathers.

“Ah-ha-ha, how are you? ”

A grandmother approached and grabbed the gun with tears, and instead of walking down the street, people knelt down and fell to the gun. The gun puzzles and looks down at the grandmother holding her hand. The grandmother constantly said something and held his hand tightly.

“Ah-ha-ha, yes. Thank you, but I'm not Deva, Grandma. ”

One in Nepalese, one in English, but the other in English. Foreign travelers who saw her as they were walking down the street were screaming because they could not stand up to her for trouble.

“Yikes! Kaya! ”

“Where, where!? Ugh! It's real, right? ”

“What, where? Oh, my God, Cayda! I was in Nepal, so I thought I'd run into you if I was lucky! ”

Fortunately, the Nepalis are gathering around the case, making it difficult for foreign tourists to get around. I saw the old man standing far in front of the temple, shaking his hand.

“Chief Timo!! Chief Timo!! Help me, please! ”

Timo was surprised and looked at the people walking into the temple with a solemn look on his staff. Timo leaps forward after instructing the servant who was standing next to him. The Nepalis step aside as Timo approaches.

“Deva! You made it! ”

The gun grins helplessly with its hand on your forehead.

“It's not Deva. ”

“Haha, yes. Deva.”

“Phew... Chief, please save me. ”

“Oh, yeah. Understood, Deva.?????????????!

?????! (Make way! Deva is here in Civarti!) ”

Timo swings his staff and the Nepalis make their way through the Red Sea like a miraculous reenactment. Timo points forward with his staff.

“Here you go, Deva. ”

Following Timo's instructions, a man dressed as a Nepali police officer approaches the temple door with his index finger tapped.

“Foreigners are not allowed to enter Hindu temples. ”

Timo swung his staff and struck the police head. I saw Timo standing next to me with the eyes of a hard-headed policeman, and I bowed in amazement.

“I'm here to see Brahman Timo. ”

“This is Devasha. Clear a path."

The police raise their heads and look at the incident with a frightening look on their faces, then quickly lower their heads again.

“Please forgive me! ”

I grabbed the cop's arm like it wasn't a gun.

“No, it's okay, get up. ”

When Gunn grabs his arm, the police see the hand that grabs him with a touching look. When the police quietly stepped back and protested, Timo and I were asked to enter the temple.

“Can't foreigners come and go? I was taught Hinduism is a religion of inclusion. ”

Timo said with a loving smile.

“Hindus are the religion of inclusion, but they are also more exclusive than any other religion. If you're not born a Hindu, you're not recognized as a true Hindu. no matter how faithful they may be. So only a true Hindu can enter the sacred ritual. ”

“Oh, for example, Catholicism or Protestant motherhood. ”

“Similar context, Deva. ”

“Huh? And what's that? ”

At the place where the gun pointed to the curious eyes, men and women were bathing in their shirts under an old shower installed in front of the temple. Women were taking off their clothes and washing themselves in running water, even as men stood in line.

“It's the first ceremony to become a devout descendant of Shiva. They wash themselves clean, they take off their shoes, and they go in. I've already done that. Deva does, too.”

“Yes? Me too? ”

“Yes, you must attend the sacrifice. If not, you have to look outside the temple like those foreign tourists over there. ”

When Gun turned his eyes and saw the entrance he walked into, the police who were blocking him saw only what was in the temple in front of the front gate. I couldn't help but take off my top, take off my shoes, and put them neatly next to me until it was my turn. The man standing right in front of the gun turns around, looking back to see if he's tired. The gun meets the eye. He lowers his hand in a hurry and politely cooperates. He takes a step back to the side and points his hand forward. Timo tilted his head.

“It is a concession. Let's move forward.”

“Oh, thank you, Dunyebat. ”

As Gun bows in unison, the man bows and greets him with a broken back. The people standing in line look back at you as soon as they see the gun, leaning back and moving away. As more than thirty people stood in front of the line, the way to the place where they bathed fell through. As the embarrassed cases move forward, scratching their cheeks, the passers-by of the guns bend their lower back even more.

The water flowing through the rusted pipes was yellow soil water, similar to the color of the Bagmati river flowing next to it. When I saw the water color, I asked Timo.

“Is this just river water? ”

Timo points to the river running next to the temple with a cane.

“The Bagmati River is the backbone of the Genzis River in India, the river that originated from the mouth of Shibashin. It's holy water, so wash it off if you can smell it, Deva. ”

The gun sniffed at the smell of water and frowned, but when he saw the gaze of many Nepalis looking at him, he quickly washed up. The cold water soaked my torso and made me feel refreshed and refreshed. Timo handed me the big towel when he finished bathing.

“You don't have to wear shoes, you can go there to observe. ”

When I was washing myself with a towel, I sat down on the steps leading up to the temple, pointing to those who were smoking something like a cigarette.

“Why are they only wearing panties? Is it beggars?"

“A bully called Sadu. It's hard to tell beggars from foreigners. ”

“Oh, I'm sorry. I don't know.”

“That's all right. They are sacred monks who offer sacrifices for a penny. But if begging means begging, then begging isn't wrong, huh?"

Gun follows Timo up to the place where he roams. My feet hurt a little because I was barefoot, but I didn't feel so bad about the cold floor. I suddenly said that I was accepting the strange feeling in my feet.

“But, Chief, People are all carrying something. Is that a sacrifice? I didn't bring anything. What do I do? ”

“Haha, I've got it ready. Bring it!”

Timo's words drop, and his servant brings him a cheap-looking black goat cub. Timo takes the sheet and hands it to Gunn.

“You can sacrifice this, Deva. ”

“Black goats? They're cute. They all look a little scary, haha."

“Don't be so cute. If you sacrifice it, it will cut your throat and be sacrificed to God. ”

“Yes? A young goat like this? ”

“Haha, it's part of the ritual. ”

“Oh, yes…”

The gun walks along Timo, holding the gaze in one hand, looking at the little goat with his sad eyes as if he didn't know anything about the future that would be opened to him with an innocent eye. As soon as Timo and the Nepalis saw him, the Nepalis moved out of the way.

Shortly after reaching the top floor of the stairs, you close your eyes and put the goat in front of the raised piece of Shivacin on the wall, and then follow Timo to raise the trench. When Timo closed his eyes for a moment and looked at Timo muttering something with his eyes, he asked as soon as he opened his eyes.

“Are you praying for something? A wish?"

Timo smiles, his eyes wide open, with a smile on his face.

“Hindus don't make wishes to God. They just want it to flow as God wills. It's not like Carnival in the West. We don't dance and brag about a feast to worship God Himself, Deva. ”

“If you don't want anything from God, why do you have religion? ”

“Worship of the god who made us is a human virtue. There are no Hindus looking for God to wish for something, Deva. ”

“Oh, that's funny. ”

I can see the beggars I just saw. The people who told Timo to buy them put on white panties, painted a bunch of things on their faces, and begged with a godly look and placed the sacrifices in front of Shiva's altar. Guns couldn't find any fatigue in their poverty in their faces. People who were begging for their lives sacrificed their beggars to God, and even the appearance of them returning to a light step seemed sacred.

As I watched them sacrifice and go down the stairs, I saw a man standing far down the stairs.

“Hey, Mr. Viraci! There you are!”

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