Mustache and I followed Brother Xiong and his party to spend the night on Dawang Ridge, and Fu Yapao sat in front of the bonfire smoking a cigarette and told us about the legend of King Miao here.

Later, the larger the territory of King Miao, the more jealous the court was of him. But in the last years of the Ming Dynasty, the rule was rotten, all parts of the country were rebelling, and the government had no time and did not dare to come to the levy easily, so they sent officials to recruit an and awarded King Miao a title. King Miao only needs to submit on the surface, and he can not pay tribute.

But the Ming Dynasty died, and in the Qing Dynasty, the Manchus sent 100,000 troops to encircle and suppress in order to establish their authority. King Miao raised troops to resist, and the Li and Miao tribes fought the enemy together, and this battle was fought for ten years. In the end, King Miao was defeated, and in order to no longer make the people suffer from the invasion of war, he took the initiative to retreat into the deep mountains and old forests with the remnants, and never asked about the world. Later, King Miao died of depression, and his subordinates buried him on Dawangling. Since then, the people in the vicinity have called this mountain "Dawangling"!

After finishing the story, Fu Yapao pointed to the north peak and said: "You see, the north peak is the highest in the area of Dawangling, shaped like a hat, and there are two small peaks next to it that protrude like horns, which looks like the hat and helmet worn by King Miao before his death!" ”

Since we are now on the opposite side of the North Peak, we can have a panoramic view of the North Peak, we observed it according to the description of Fu Yapao, and sure enough, we felt that the mountain opposite really looked like a kind of horned helmet that ethnic minorities liked to wear in ancient times. Whether the legend is true or not, at least in this respect, it is very much like that.

After listening to the story, it was almost time to go to bed. The folding tent brought by Brother Xiong is very easy to set up, take it out of the bag and spread it out, and it will be set up in a few minutes, and it can accommodate four or five people to sleep at the same time. There are many beasts in the mountains, and there were strange events before, so Brother Xiong arranged for people to keep vigil. Unfortunately, I was assigned to the first shift, the mustache was the second shift, Ah Fei was the third shift, and the rest of the people were assigned to be on duty tomorrow.

The nights in the mountains are really cool, and although it is only autumn at this time, the temperature at night is only about 10 degrees Celsius. I kept warm by the campfire and added some firewood to it from time to time. The firewood is a dry branch picked up nearby, and it is a little damp, and the smoke is relatively large, and there is no one standing in the upwind.

There was nothing to do at the vigil, so I stared at the campfire in a daze, and somehow there was always some foreboding in my heart. This trip out was completely different from the original assumption, and the mustache and I were obviously put together by Brother Xiong, and they were taken hostage into Dawangling to find the ancient tomb half-pushed and half-on the spot. To put it mildly, we are now in a sense the equivalent of an accomplice of tomb robbers!

But judging from the mustache's attitude towards Brother Xiong, he was still unwilling to tear his face and part ways. On the one hand, the other party is an old customer and has to give face; On the other hand, Brother Xiong is a man with a head and a face in the rivers and lakes, and the mustache will not easily offend him unless he has to. However, I estimate that this kind of partnership that is not embarrassing or embarrassing will eventually break down, but I don't know when it will break out.

Thinking about it, I started to feel a little sleepy, and my eyelids kept fighting. The flames of the bonfire seemed to come to life in my eyes, and I danced merrily among the firewood. Just like dancing the traditional bamboo pole dance of the Li and Miao people, if you want to not get caught in your feet, the fire people must keep dancing.

After jumping for a long time, the burning man gradually became smaller and seemed to be unable to dance. Some dark shadows began to appear behind the burning people, as if they were about to clear the venue and perform on stage instead of them. At this time, I vaguely felt something was wrong in my heart, so I woke up suddenly!

The shadows all disappeared with a "whoosh". I rubbed my eyes and looked closer, and there was nothing behind the fire, just a dark patch. There was only a little flame left in the campfire, and if no new firewood was added, it would probably be extinguished. I added a few branches and tossed them twice, and the fire was up again.

At this moment, a man crawled out of the tent, a mustache. He said to me, "It's twelve o'clock, go and sleep for a while." ”

I said yes and prepared to get into the tent. But before I went in, I reminded him of the strange feeling I had just had. The mustache nodded and said, "Don't worry." I'll set up a formation so that the ghosts can't get in. Even if a zombie is coming, there can be an alarm. ”

When I saw that he was confident, I stopped worrying and went into the tent to get ready for sleep. The people inside were already snoring, and I was noisy for a while, and finally succeeded in being hypnotized by the snoring, and I slept until dawn.

Breakfast is still noodles and ham sausages. In fact, Brother Xiong and the dry food they brought can still eat these two, in addition to some compressed biscuits, but the taste is even worse, it is better to eat noodles!

The route of the day is determined by Brother Xiong. He had already observed the terrain in advance last night, and obviously knew where to go. Fu Yacang was still ahead of the road, and Brother Xiong would correct his direction from time to time. At noon, Brother Xiong suddenly shouted: "Stop!" ”

I saw this place, the slope is steep and straight, there are no boulders and no miscellaneous trees around, and they are all straight pine trees. In addition, when you look around from this vantage, you can see the stream below the valley, the secondary peaks on the east and west sides, and the top of the mountain is filled with smoke. If the North Peak is really compared to a battle helmet, then our current position is the position of the forehead guard.

Brother Xiong asked us to take off all the weight and rest, and he took out a compass to walk around, apparently surveying the direction. I asked the mustache if he knew how to read these gossip feng shui? The mustache sneered: "They originally learned from the Taoists, but later they were more inclined to application, and we were more inclined to theory, which is just a slight difference!" ”

After walking around, Brother Xiong stopped at a certain location, and then took out a folding shovel from his backpack and stuck it on the ground, which was equivalent to making a mark. Then he came back and beckoned everyone to eat, and when they were full of food and drink, they were ready to get to work!

Mustache had already told Brother Xiong before, neither of us would get involved, so we would just stand aside and watch them dig the thief hole. Brother Xiong is only a commander, and the strength of digging is handed over to Ah Fei, Aki and Fu Yapao. The hole they dug did not need to be too large, the entrance was a circle about 80 centimeters wide, extending into the ground at an angle of 45 degrees. The robbery hole can only accommodate one person to dig in, and the other person to dig in the back, so Fu Yacang and the others also take turns to go into battle and take turns to rest.