Daomu Biji

After five hours of trekking, the next afternoon, we finally overcame Shetou Mountain and came to the first small village under the mountain. We thanked the secretary who brought us over, and then separated at the village entrance. Old Itching has been here, so he took me in to find the villager he boarded last time.

This mountain village is built according to the steep mountainous terrain. It is a 100-year-old Ming and Qing style houses built with stones. The road in the village is a complete bluestone sloping road. The foundation of the top of the road is more than the most. The following people are a hundred meters high, and the mountain stream passes through the ditch beside the road, with green moss everywhere. I watched along the way, and found that the walls of many residential houses were mixed with tomb bricks of different ages. In the ancient times, the atmosphere of digging tombs and taking bricks was evident.

We bought dry food from the people who lived in Lao Itch last time, took a bath in their home with a stream of water, and then washed their clothes out to dry. We sat in the shorts and sat by the stream of water to discuss what to do next.

It is impossible and unnecessary to catch up with the five people in front. Anyway, we have successfully crossed the mountain. Now we have to rely on the so-called mark of old itch to find the place he visited three years ago.

I asked him what mark he had made, how confident he can still find it now? Old itch told me that the burial pit he visited last time had to pass a very strange landform called “clamp ditch”. Everyone here knew that place, and after that section of landform, it was away from the place he said It’s not far away. However, Jiaogou is more than forty kilometers away from this village, almost in the hinterland of the original jungle.

Because of the painful experience of going into the mountain without a guide, we consulted the secretary and wanted to find a guide to guide the more difficult journey below.

The secretary asked our little child to take us to find an old hunter. We followed the bare-ass child around the village a few times and came to the front of a two-story tile house. The child pointed to the one that was basking in the sun. Old man with white beard, said, “It’s him, old man Liu.”

Old man Liu is a foreigner. When he was young, he fled here and settled down. He was the old hunter here. He was in his eighties, and he was still in good health. Almost all of the expeditions to Lao Linzi, the archaeological team, and the tomb robbers had to take him a few times at the beginning. He was also happy to eat this bowl of rice. Second, the status is high. We explained the intention, he was not surprised, he just shook his head to us and said, “No, you can’t go to Jiaogou at this time.”

I was puzzled and asked him, “Why can’t I enter the mountain? Now Qiu Gao is refreshing. It’s a good season for hunting. If you don’t enter at this time, when will you be able to enter?”

He told his son to serve us tea and said, “This season, the hills are particularly evil, and the haunting is very fierce. I’m over 80 years old, and I won’t lie to you. The place in Jiaogou is actually a path for the Yin soldiers. “If you meet them and borrow a loan, then you have to give it a piggyback and be hooked on the soul, the evil gate is very good.”

I have n’t been to that place, I do n’t know what kind of geographical environment it is, and I feel funny, but the older generation has their own worldview, and we are not reluctant. We begged for no results, so we had to ask him about the route to the mountain. Case.

The old man told us that from this village into the mountains of Qinchuan, seven days west, there will be a Tianmen Mountain, both sides of which are cliffs that cannot be climbed, but there is a strange crack in the mountain that can only be passed by two people, It is what we often say “the first line of heaven”, that is, the old “itch”. According to legend, at the end of the Northern and Southern Dynasties, some local people saw that an army of the Northern Wei Dynasty entered the Qinchuan through the plank road. This army was very strange. No one in the march spoke directly into the mountains. When the army passed through this mountain gap, the mountain suddenly shook and the huge gap was suddenly closed, and the troops were caught inside the mountain. Since then, they lost track and never came out again.

When the Qing dynasty came, a few Feng Shui men came here to find a grave for a rich man. They entered the mountain for more than ten days. When they came out, they were almost adult-shaped. You can’t get out when you go in.

At first, people in the mountains didn’t believe it, but then many people said that they heard the sound of war horses running in the mountains in the ditch, and these things became more and more powerful. Some people also said that the Yin soldiers of the local government entered and exited the Yin and Yang realms from the Huangquan Waterfall. The Northern Wei army in the late Southern and Northern Dynasties was a ghost soldier who returned from the Yang Dynasty to the local government.

The old man said that we can take a walk to the Tianmen Mountain, but after Tianmen Mountain, that is the limit that generations can reach. No one knows what is in the jungle in the future. So far, no one who has entered, whether it was the Qing dynasty or the Kuomintang defeated soldiers, has come out. He is old and ca n’t take me there, and the rest of the village has n’t been. If we really want to go, he can give us directions. Just follow what he said, and we will definitely be able to arrive in seven or eight days, but He was not responsible for what happened after he entered.

Grandpa ’s notes said that looking for tombs, wherever there are very detailed folklore, should pay special attention, so I paid special attention to this paragraph of the old man, and I already have a certain degree of confidence in my heart, we are going to That place should indeed be near that area.

We thanked the old man and wanted to leave. There are probably few guests in the old man, so we are very enthusiastic and we must stay and eat. We insisted on going, and he had no choice but to pack us some pickled meat dishes. I was troubled and did n’t want it, but when I saw the roasted meat in it, I remembered that I had eaten dry food these days. Really not disappointed, they accepted it.

After a day of rest, we hurried again. This time the goal was clear. Following the direction of the north arrow, we clenched our teeth, crossed the mountain and crossed the river, and plunged into the most mysterious and primitive jungle in the hinterland of China.

There was no words along the way. I did n’t want to write down the hard work during the period. I only knew that after seven days, the old itch called to see the top of Tianmen Mountain that appeared above the canopy. We stopped to rectify and found that we were no different from the savages. Too.

Observe the surrounding area and tell me that it is here! Through this clip ditch, there was a small gorge over there, and the burial pit they found was there.

I climbed a huge old cedar tree and picked up a telescope that was only available on one side. The mountain shape of Tianmen Mountain was upright, the mountain was magnificent, the ghost ridge above the pine, the scenery was very strange, but the mountain was not necessarily like it. What a gate looks like, I don’t know where the name of Tianmen Mountain came from, and the middle line of sky, from my perspective, is just a thin black line.

We climbed the low mountain ridge and continued to approach Tianmen Mountain. We walked along the mountain and looked at the terrain in front. Near noon, we came to the foot of Tianmen Mountain. Before our eyes.

Qinling is really a wonderful place, especially those areas that have not been developed by tourism, there are many wonderful scenery. Looking up directly under the cliff of Tianmen Mountain, you will find that the terrain is extremely spectacular, described as ordinary, just like a huge mountain rock was split by a sharp sword, and a small crack was formed in the middle, the bottom of this crack , Is the clip ditch. Because the terrain of the mountain is extremely high, the first-line skyscapes produced here are different from those of the low mountains. Looking at it, you can only see a very thin light. In the distant zenith, it is really like the entire sky condenses into a line. It’s not personal experience, and I can’t appreciate this in case.

The bottom of the clip ditch is staggered and there are clear springs on both sides. The stones are covered with green moss, which is very difficult to walk. However, it is not as narrow as when viewed from a distance, and the light is very good because of the beginning The mountain is not high, so the sky is not a sky, but “a sky”.

Itchy old memories, it takes at least an afternoon to pass through this clip ditch, and the inside wind is very strong, the ground is wet, and the fire is very inconvenient, so we stopped shortly at the entrance, lit the campfire, and began to eat lunch. We put the pickles brought to us by the grandfather into the leftover canned food, then heat it with fire and eat it like hot pot. The mountain people’s cooking is heavy in taste, and the taste is not very good, but it is better than our dry food. I don’t know how many times it is, so we have saved a few days ago. Now that we are close to the destination, we can let go Eating it all, old itch and I almost gobble up and quickly ate the cured meat.

I was n’t full. I thought of some pickled pheasant and fried bamboo shoots, so I just wanted to eat it all out. But when I touched it, I found that the bag holding the food was gone.

I searched everywhere, but I didn’t find it. I was very puzzled, so I asked Lao itching, but listened to Lao itching scolding there: “Fuck, who spit the bone into my collar!”

I could n’t see it right. When I ate, I almost swallowed the bones, where would I throw it away so wastefully.

At a strange time, another bone fell off the cliff. I looked up and saw a dozen golden-haired monkeys. I do n’t know when I climbed on the mountain wall above us. One of them was holding me. The bag containing pheasant fried bamboo shoots, eat the chicken inside, and see how it tastes. It should have never tasted such a delicious thing. Almost even the bag has been eaten.

Soon, it ate everything clean, then crawled down, staring at our backpack.

I said badly. These monkeys may think that all of our bags are eaten and want to grab it. This is troublesome. I was thinking that the monkey had screamed, and in a flash all the monkeys began to approach us.