The sun is scorching.

From Pomegranate Village to Miyao Mountain, the road becomes more and more remote.

The equipment is all here for me. I carry two big bags and my back is soaked. I look back from time to time on the way, hoping that a car can come, even a tractor.

Damn it, no.

Maybe God is feeling sorry for me, and later I met a small "bull team" composed of Tibetans.

Anyone who has experienced traveling in Tibet knows that many Tibetans do not speak Chinese. You can only talk to each other by "gesting". Communication is very difficult. It took me a lot of effort to explain and let them take me along.

I still remember that the leader of the Niu Team was a man named "Deji Kungbu". He had dark skin and they were about to pass by Miyao Mountain. I rode a ox cart. The man didn't want money, so he just gave me a half-hearted and took me a pack of cigarettes.

The ox cart walked slowly and walked until the afternoon I received a call from the head.

"Hey, put your head."

"I'm not slow anymore. Where can I find a car? I'm on a ox cart now. I guess I'll be there in more than three hours."

He asked me, "I haven't encountered any trouble when I left the village, right?"

"No, I even did a little work. You don't know that it was a Xixia pit." The Niu Team is all Tibetans who don't understand Chinese, and I'm not afraid they will hear it.

After listening to the head, he kept silent for a few seconds and said, "You are alone, try to do as little as possible in the future. When you are almost here, you call. It is difficult to find a place where we live. I will ask Wenbin to pick you up on the main road."

At around 8 o'clock in the evening, after a day of travel, I finally met Brother Yu on the so-called "road". He had been waiting for a long time.

"Why is it so late? You should have arrived yesterday, what about Lao Zhang? Why don't you let him drive you here?"

Brother Yu took one hand and took the two bags I had carried over.

Lao Zhang... I was confused and fooled.

I temporarily lived in a abandoned three-story stone building at the foot of Miyao Mountain. Why did I say it was strange? Because I had never seen a similar house before.

After asking Brother Yu, Brother Yu told him: "This is a stone building where Muya people cannot live. The first floor houses cattle, sheep and livestock, the second floor houses, and the third floor houses are filled with grain and hay. There are many similar stone houses here, all of which are empty."

I wondered why I was empty.

Brother Yu explained to me: "A few years ago, for some reason, the Muya people here moved to Ersu gathering area, one of the Shangba Forts, so there was no one."

"Fengzi! Why is it so slow! We're waiting for you!" As soon as he entered, Douyazi jumped out and said loudly.

"When I go, why are you yelling? I'm not delaying it."

When I went up to the second floor of the stone building, I saw a head that was dark and the room was lit with a candle, and everyone was lying on the floor here.

"I'm here to get my head."

"Well, sit down and talk, we're all in all."

"Everything is there, a lot of it."

"Where is Xiao Xuan? Why didn't you see her?"

He pointed his head at the top of his head: "Before eating, there is some hay on the third floor. Xiaoxuan made a fire upstairs and cooked without further ado. After dinner, we waited for a guide to come and then went into the mountain tonight."

I felt a little anxious, but I didn't ask much and turned around to the wooden stairs.

It is said to be a staircase, but it is actually a ladder standing against the wall. It is very narrow. Be careful when you go up and down, and you will have to fall down.

On the third floor, Xiaoxuan was lying on the ground and focused on blowing the fire. Her face was covered with dust, and I didn't even notice it when I came up.

"What are you doing!"

"oops!"

"You scared me to death!"

"Yunfeng, why are you walking silently? Look! The fire is extinguished again."

"Whose basin is so big? Is this a washbasin?" I walked over and saw that the most instant noodles were in this basin, and at least three bags were found.

"This is Douyazi's," Xiaoxuan said speechlessly.

"How do you cook if you don't boil the water? Soak it hard to soak it in cold water?"

"What do you know? The noodles cooked like this are delicious," Xiaoxuan was still stubborn. I guess she was trying to save trouble.

"Come here, I'll give you a good thing."

"What? It's mysterious."

"Hand stretched out."

I grabbed Xiaoxuan's wrist with my left hand, took out a gold bracelet from my back pocket with my right hand, and gently put it on for her.

"Gold bracelet! Where did you come from? Bought it for me?"

"Tsk, you can't buy this even if you have money," I said, "This is a plain-patterned gold bracelet from the Liao Dynasty. It looks pretty good if you bring it with you."

"Is that true, but it's a bit big."

Xiaoxuan's wrist was thin, and she shook it, looking very happy.

To be ashamed, this is the first official gift I gave to Xiaoxuan, because I suddenly remembered it during the day that it happened to be her birthday... Xiaoxuan didn't say it himself, so he didn't know about the headfish brother, but I remember it.

"Xiaoxuan, happy birthday."

Xiaoxuan twitched her nose and said, "Yunfeng, I just said it casually once before, but I didn't expect you to remember it."

"Haha, I have a good memory. Of course I remember your birthday, Xiaomi's birthday, and..." Before I finished speaking, I hurriedly stopped.

I haven't celebrated my birthday in several years.

Xiaoxuan was very sensible. She raised her hand and wiped her eyes and said, "Yunfeng, I haven't celebrated my birthday for two years. I don't want to cause trouble for everyone."

Looking back, we sacrificed a lot in those years, but we did get a lot of mom.

"Zhao Xuanxuan! Zhao Xuanxuan!

"Have the noodles been cooked? I'm hungry!" Dou Yezai's loud voice came downstairs.

After dinner, the guide he was looking for was about 10:30 in the evening. This person was Mu Yaren.

The Mu Ya people are actually not very mysterious. What is mysterious is their source and culture. To this day, there are more than 8,000 Mu Ya people in the Ya'an area of ​​Guangganzi. As long as you have a little thought, anyone can find it.

I can also say a few authentic Muya words.

Eating is "ga-go", sleeping is "one stuck", and getting up is "Hongfufu". That's what Mu Ya said, but the tone sounds strange, and I can't describe this in words.

The guide is in his 50s, with a few circles of white cloth wrapped around his head, and is wearing a traditional local pleated clothing, and the clothes are mainly white. The man's name is unknown, and his Chinese name is Fugong, and I call him Uncle Fu, Lao Fu.

There is a reason to look for him. Lao Fu not only speaks Tibetan, Chinese, Muya, but also speaks extremely difficult Anon and Nusu languages.

From 1970 to the beginning of 2000, more than a dozen famous professors of history, linguistics and archaeology had asked him to be his guide. Professor Deng from Sichuan University and Professor Wu from Southwest University were writing the book "The King of the West Wu" and when he was writing the book "The King of the West Wu", he asked Lao Fu for help and contacted people early.

Of course, Zhang Tou called himself a "historical archaeology expert". Several of us young people are his students, and Lao Fu doesn't know our true identities.

He didn't have a backpack, but instead carried a large bamboo basket covered with rain cloth. He smiled and claimed that he was used to carrying this thing, and the backpack was not as useful as the bamboo basket.

At 11:00 p.m., we put out the fire, checked the things we brought, turned on the flashlight, and followed Lao Fu into Miyao Mountain.

The whole mountain was dark and the night was heavy. The flashlight in our group, like a bright fireflies.

He looked up at Dashan with a very serious expression. No one, including me, could guess what he was thinking about.

"It's hard to walk on the mountain road at night. Everyone should pay attention to their feet and follow me. Don't run away."

I took out a cigarette and went up to talk to someone: "Uncle Fu, do you know where we are looking for?"

"Young man, please suck me."

He did not accept the seven wolves I handed over, but took them out and gave me a hard bag of short-mouthed Emei Mountain. This cigarette was not cheap at that time and was more expensive than the soft jade stream.

"Haha, why do you think of me like this? This cigarette was given by you, the cultured people two years ago. I can't bear to buy such expensive cigarettes."

He lit up one, and he stopped and said, "Professor Wang (head) said, don't you want to find that kind of high stone tower?"

"Yes! Do you know where exactly?"

He exhaled a cigarette and shook his head and said, "Young man, I don't know the exact location, but I know the approximate location, or rather, few people know the exact location."

"What's the meaning?"

I didn't understand, Douyazai was curious and came to listen.

He narrowed his eyes and said, "At our place, the older Mu Ya people all know the legend. There is a place in the deepest part of Miyao Mountain that has been foggy all year round. There is a stone tower in the heavy fog. The stone tower is more than 500 meters high, and it has already touched the clouds in the sky. There are more than 20 small doors on the tower. There are people shooting arrows down in the door. Anyone who passes by will be shot to death by arrows from the sky."

"Damn!"

Douyazai exclaimed: "Five hundred meters high! That's taller than the beloved concubine's tower! It's fake! It's really that high, even Sun Wukong can't fly up!"

I said, "Get out, don't talk nonsense. What is the tower of the beloved concubine? It is the iron tower of the beloved concubine. It may be more than 400 meters high in foreign countries."

This is just the legend of Mu Yaren. If you think about it, you will feel outrageous. Five hundred meters high?

There was no such technology in the Western Xia period hundreds of years ago, so I didn’t believe it at all. I said that if it was really so high, we wouldn’t have to look for it anymore and you could see it after leaving Chengdu Railway Station.

"Uncle Fu, then you just said you probably know where you are?"

"Yeah, yeah."

He threw away the cigarette butts, slammed the bamboo basket behind him, and smiled and said, "About three days, I can see a large area of ​​natural pots on the upstream of Dulong River. When I go down, I can see Wolf Valley. It is very large and you can see a kind of artificially forged thin stone flakes everywhere, with thousands of them, which may be the raw materials left over from the previous tower construction."

"But, deeper... no one has been there."
Chapter completed!