The meaning of the pontoon hill is not a floating bridge, it is a transliterated name.

In the vernacular of the local original inhabitants, "pontoon" means the gate to heaven.

Of course, it can also be understood as the gate to hell.

Anyway, it's a place where the dead go, and it doesn't make a difference.

If I tell the people in the car about the origin of the mountain name, I'm afraid I can scare off most of them.

It's just not easy to tell.

Regarding the origin of Pontoon Mountain, we must first start from the geographical aspect-

Many people don't know that Pontoon Mountain is actually two mountains.

Its overall appearance can be compared to a woman's chest, if a man's chest muscles are a little developed, it is about the same, although the metaphor is a bit vulgar, but it is like this, there is a deep ditch between the two mountains, which is seriously said to be the Grand Canyon......

As mentioned before, the pontoon mountain is located on the dividing line between the north and the south, the north is inhabited, and the south is uninhabited, and the dividing line is the Grand Canyon, with a mountain in the north and south.

The pontoon mountain that I am going to go to today is this mountain to the north.

The main reason why no one of us in the Longling Mountains has set foot in the uninhabited area in the south is that the bottomless Grand Canyon naturally separates the north and south banks, and if you want to go over, you need to grow a pair of wings to fly over.

Of course, there is another way, which is to walk along the canyon all the way to the west, walk up to the primeval forest for a few days and nights, walk to the territory of Inner Mongolia, go around the canyon and walk back.

Someone has walked like this, to the no-man's land to the south.

It's just not coming back.

After introducing the geographical aspect, it is easy to understand why the pontoon mountain is called the gate to heaven -

According to legend, the original inhabitants who lived here could not reach the other side of the canyon for generations, so they compared the myth of the opposite side to the kingdom of heaven.

They found that there were two identical mountains on both sides of the canyon, and they were convinced that the two mountains could communicate with each other and that the only way to reach the opposite kingdom of heaven was to reach each other.

They also found that every year on the eve of the moon, when the full moon shines on the two mountains, there will be layers of halos, as if the gate of heaven is opening.

Thus a custom has been formed that has been passed down from generation to generation:

Every year, on the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, a lucky couple of men and women are selected to hold an ascending ceremony at the top of the pontoon bridge on the north bank.

During the ceremony, the lucky men and women who are selected will be blindfolded, and with supreme glory, they will follow their hearts and walk step by step to the gate of heaven.

Crash into the canyon.

It is believed that the lucky men and women have reached the heavenly kingdom on the other side, multiplied, and lived a life like gods.

This is the origin of "Pontoon Mountain".

It is worth mentioning that in the legend of Baigupo in our village, the life stories of Fang Yuan and Yue'er, two orphans, are a pair of men and women who escaped from the boarding ceremony of Pontoon Mountain, fled all the way to the north, escaped more than 100 kilometers, fled to our village and settled down, and depended on each other for their lives.

Therefore, Pontoon Mountain is Fang Yuan and Yue'er's hometown.

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On the way to Pontoon Mountain, I told you this story.

The caravan of people behaved very calmly, without fear, and even excited, eager to go to the top of the mountain to see the remnants of the old customs.

It's normal.

Because my story is embellished.

I won't tell them: Pontoon Hill is the last stop for human habitation, and the people there don't have much contact with the outside world, so the custom continues today.

Nor will I tell them that there is a spell on the top of the mountain, and that there are hundreds of expedition members who fall from the top of the mountain into the canyon every year.

I will not tell them that for thousands of years the ghosts of the heavens have often returned from the other side, and the mountains are haunted in all sorts of ways......

Of course, these rumors were all told by the hunters in the village when I was a child, I myself have never been to such a remote place as the pontoon mountain, I only saw two peaks from a distance when I was hunting with Scarrazi, and Scarrazi said that it looked like a girl's chest, so I have remembered it until now.

It's a two-and-a-half-hour drive, which isn't too long.

Everyone chatted, joked, and enjoyed the scenery in the convertible, and before you knew it, you arrived at the station.

Chatting along the way, I more or less got to know Wu Yeshen, a shy young man with broken hair and blinds, who was not familiar with the rest of the team, and only met each other after being grouped, and no one on the team knew his background.

Overall, very suspicious.

After getting out of the car, I accidentally saw a camping knife in Wu Yeshen's backpack.

In this event, each person was only given one set of equipment, and Wu Yeshen's knife was in the bag, indicating that the sixth person in the cave that night was not him, but someone else!

In fact, it's right to think about it, if Wu Yeshen is the descendant of the witch, he wants to kill Xun Qianling, how can he come to the rescue.

Suddenly felt that among these 100 people, it was really Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon.

The place where everyone gets off is still some distance away from the pontoon mountain, and the road in the scenic spot is only repaired here, and not far in front is a low house, which is the last place where there are people.

It should be that the original residents here are unwilling to relocate, and the scenic spot has no choice but to plan here.

Standing at the foot of the pontoon mountain at close range, the view was blocked by the huge mountain, and the canyon and another mountain behind it could not be seen at all.

There is only one word that strikes me: cold.

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