Kabo Akuroyi.

This is the language used by the ancestors of the Miao people, in order to understand what happened to Liao Gaogu and those more than 100 people forty years ago, we must first unravel the meaning of this sentence, according to the old man's intermittent description, we roughly know that these unrelated and esoteric five words seem to be the name of a place somewhere.

Liao Kai asked Wen Ru to visit the old man in the Miao village, but no one had ever heard of such a language, Liao Kai said that these languages are related to Miao religion, and it is impossible for ordinary people to master them, maybe the local Miao wizards can know a thing or two.

But when we visited the sorcerers in the Miao village, we still didn't know anything about these difficult languages.

"In Miaojiang, witches are considered to have different degrees of sacredness and irreplaceable status, and they are also divided into Miao Wu and Han Wu, Miao Wu does not have an ancestral altar, does not worship a teacher, and is not hereditary." Wen Ru said to Liao Kai seriously. "These are the languages between the priests, and I am afraid that Miao Wu will not be able to grasp them, and the biggest difference between priests and Miao Wu is that in addition to being familiar with the method of sacrifice, the priest can also tell the genealogy of his own clan, the major historical events and the route of the migration source, and be familiar with various myths and legends, ancient songs and folk tales."

"The priest is the inheritor of the culture and religion of the Miao Zhai clan." Ye Zhiqiu added next to him.

Liao Kai hurriedly asked the wizard in the Miao village, there is a priest in charge of the sacrifice in the village, the wizard said that the current priest function is not as good as before, with the historical changes and the passage of time, the priest is no longer popular, the general village priest is at most to worship the ancestors and burn the spirit, are all respected village elders, there is no inheritance between each other.

"A hundred miles east of this, there is a side branch of Miao Village, which is not the same branch as us, but the history is older than ours, and there are special priests in that place." The village elder told Liao Kai. "They still maintain the most primitive sacrificial customs, you can go over there and ask."

Without further ado, we set off immediately, until the next night we arrived at the Miao village that the elders told us, here is more primitive and simple, Miao Village can be seen everywhere are carved patterns of wooden stakes, Wen Ru walked carefully and carefully looked at it, and was pleasantly surprised to tell us that the history of this Miao village is quite long, and the carved wooden stakes still retain the most primitive Miao Xinjiang patterns.

Ye Zhiqiu took out his notebook with a happy face to draw the patterns on the wooden stake, in addition to the shapes of some animals and ghosts, what interests us the most is some bloody slashing scenes, there are too many scenes of a group of people driving and slaughtering on the stakes.

From the dress of these people is not Miao people, on the contrary, the people who were slaughtered and driven away are wearing the early costumes of the Miao people, Wen Ru excitedly told us that this Miao village still retains a complete clan heritage, indicating that the priests here have been inheriting the history of the sect.

The elders of the village told us that even in the Baiyan Tusi period ruled by Liao Gaogu, although this Miao village was within the scope of the Liao family's land, it was isolated from the world and did not communicate with the outside world, so it was not a subject of the Liao family.

The Miao people here still maintain the original style of slash-and-burn self-sufficiency, because they have not been disturbed by the outside world, so many traditions and history have been completely preserved, but Ye Zhiqiu said that this Miao village seems to be different from other places, and the customs and customs look roughly the same, but there are always some places that are different from the traditional Miao village.

We arrived at this Miao village at night, there was no electric light here, Miao people came out of the house one after another with torches, the whole mountain was like a starry spot, and the simple Miao people looked at us curiously at these sudden strangers.

A man in the prime of life came over with a torch and asked us where we came from, we couldn't understand what he said at all, Wen Ru could actually answer the man fluently, Ye Zhiqiu seemed to be able to understand it, but it could be seen that Wen Ru was not proficient, and she had a hard time hearing what Wen Ru was talking to that person.

Ye Zhiqiu told us that they used Miao language to talk, and it was extremely pure, Miao language was extremely difficult to understand because of its complex structure, coupled with the dialects of various places, if it weren't for the Miao people of this sect, it would sound like a book from heaven, but fortunately, Wen Ru was best at Miao Xinjiang cultural research, Ye Zhiqiu also learned a lot with Wen Ru, so he could roughly understand it.

After the man finished talking with Wen Ru, he turned around and walked up the mountain with a torch, Wen Ru asked us to follow, he explained to the Miao man his intention, he wanted to see the priest of Miao Village, and the man took us now.

In a dimly lit building on stilts, we saw an old man with white hair, dressed in a big red robe, holding a brass bell in one hand and a willow scarf in the other, and muttering words in his mouth, sitting in front of a brazier, and behind him was a huge wooden stake, on which were carved fierce gods and evil spirits.

The Miao man respectfully walked up to the old man and whispered a few words, the old man slowly raised his head, and in the flickering firelight, I saw the old man's face full of ditch wrinkles, as if every one was full of mystery.

The old man's eyes in the firelight revealed a chilling paleness, and he couldn't see the pupils at all, as if a white membrane was covering them, and the whole room looked particularly eerie against the backdrop of the ghosts and gods behind him.

Ye Zhiqiu lowered his voice and told us that the old man was the priest of Miao Village, Wen Ru saluted respectfully according to Miao Jiang's etiquette, and the old man's voice came at dusk, Wen Ru still talked to the priest fluently, and we couldn't understand a word next to us.

Wen Ru's details have not yet been figured out, this person has a kind look but is scheming and ruthless, he followed Liao Kai to Miaojiang is definitely not the so-called archaeological research, I urged Ye Zhiqiu next to us to tell us the content of the conversation.

Ye Zhiqiu didn't translate in time, listened carefully to the conversation between Wen Ru and the priest, the expression on her face became more and more stunned and surprised, and even her mouth slowly opened, I could guess that she must have heard something shocking her.

"This ...... The people here are not ...... Not the Hmong! It took a long time for Ye Zhiqiu to say to us in surprise.

"Not Miao?" We looked at each other in amazement, the people here are exactly the same as the Miao people in terms of clothing and customs. "What is not Miao?"

"A race with a longer history, long before the origin of the Miao people, but it has always been a rumor, I didn't expect it to really exist, and it is a miracle that it has continued until now." Ye Zhiqiu was excited.

"What kind of race is it?" The general asked aloud in a hurry.

"They are Li Min." Wen Ru turned his head and replied calmly.

"Li Min? Li! Tian Ji frowned, looking a little dazed. Haven't the Li people always existed, look at what you're fuss about. ”

"Yes, the Li nationality is distributed in Lingnan a lot, I have lived in Lingnan since I was a child, I have seen a lot of Li people, I have long been accustomed to it, why are you so excited?" Gong Jue looked at Ye Zhiqiu and asked.

"I'm talking about the Li people, not the Li people, don't know if it's good to pretend to understand, they are Jiuli people, the Li people you are talking about are just a branch of this race." Ye Zhiqiu looked at us with disdain. "This is a race that has disappeared for thousands of years, and they are the rumored Li people."

"The people of Limin, we are all the people of Limin, is it good, what's so rare." The field chicken still looks indifferent.

The common people......

I frowned and looked at Ye Zhiqiu, and asked in surprise, "You mean, these people are descendants of the Jiuli clan?!" ”

Ye Zhiqiu nodded happily, the priest said this when he talked to Wen Ru, I was dumbfounded when I heard this, the palace lord and Tian Ji looked at me with a shocked expression and asked what was going on, I told them that Jiuli was a tribal alliance in ancient times, Jiuli had a total of nine tribes, each tribe had nine clans, and it was strong in ancient times, and then the Jiuli tribe slowly evolved, and there were later Li people, Miao people, Mang people, etc., but the original Jiuli people slowly disappeared.

No wonder from here as soon as we arrived, Ye Zhiqiu found that this village is different from other Miao people, Jiuli is the origin of the Miao people, although the Miao people retain some of the customs and humanities of Jiuli, but with the development and changes have lost the most primitive things, and everything left here is the most true portrayal of the Jiuli people.

At the same time, the priest told Wen Ru that the people here are all descendants of the real Jiuli clan, Wen Ru nodded calmly, and fell into my eyes with some doubts, the appearance of the Jiuli clan may not be important to us, but Wen Ru for archaeological research is shocking news, you can understand it by looking at Ye Zhiqiu's reaction.

But Wen Ru didn't see the slightest excitement and shock on his face, and his face was calm and unfazed, that is, Wen Ru knew about the existence of the Jiuli tribe from beginning to end, and he knew so much about the culture of Miao Jiang, there must be a reason for him.

But what I don't understand is that Wen Ru's blowing up of the Aoki River underground altar should be related to the Nine Dragons Boat of the Moon Palace, but the three-eyed unicorn on the bronze mask and bronze pillar is related to the eye of the earth, Wen Ru will definitely not study the history of Miao Jiang so much just because of archaeological research, he did not come to Yunnan for any treasure, he is tracing the origin of the three-eyed unicorn like us.

What kind of meaning does the three-eyed unicorn have, and what secrets can it hide to attract Wen Ru's attention.

"Li Min? The people of Li Min ......, "Tian Ji pulled the corner of my clothes and asked seriously." "What's the difference between the two?"

"In ancient times, not everyone had a surname, a tribe often only had a few surnames, but as a tribal alliance, its surname was more considerable, the ancients were good at enumerating numbers, and hundreds were many, so it was called the crowd in this kind of military alliance to become the people." Ye Zhiqiu was not in a hurry to explain to Tian Ji.

"The people of Li Min only later referred to ordinary civilians, but in ancient times, Li Min and the people were actually two different classes, Li Min was a prisoner of defeat, a slave of the people, and could be slaughtered and driven at will, for the people, Li Min actually means untouchables." Wen Ru added the old-fashioned on the side.

Only then did we suddenly realize that we suddenly remembered the pictures carved on the erected wooden stakes outside the village, those who were killed and driven away turned out to be the ancestors of these people, they still engraved the memory of that humiliation, always reminding themselves that they are the descendants of Jiuli, what a strong and proud race this is, even if they have not forgotten the humiliation after a thousand years, they seem to be waiting for something, waiting to wash away the tragic history that cannot be looked back.

"Ask the priest, what do you mean by this phrase of Kaboakoi?" I urged Ye Zhiqiu.

She talked to the priest in blunt language, the only thing I could understand was the pronunciation of those five words, as soon as Ye Zhiqiu asked, the priest sitting cross-legged on the ground suddenly raised his head, his white eyes looked at Ye Zhiqiu's side, his expression was extremely solemn, and he muttered a lot of words in his mouth.

The corners of Ye Zhiqiu's mouth squirmed, and his expression was surprised: "No...... Not a place name! ”

"What's that?" We asked anxiously in unison.

Wen Ru slowly stood up from the ground, hunched over, and showed a smile on his face that we couldn't understand.

"It's a person's name, and the Kabo in front of the five words Kabo Yaroyi is a person's name, a name that you are familiar with." He looked up at the stake carved with the image of the ghost behind the priest, and his voice was overflowing with joy. "Chiyou!"

The priest's shriveled hand stretched out, and with the help of the man next to him, he picked up a piece of charcoal ash and wrote a string of words in front of him, saying something to us as he went.

Ye Zhiqiu told us that we only roughly pronounced the five words of Kabo Yaroyi, and what the priest wrote now is the true meaning of these five words.

Kabo is the meaning of Chiyu.

In the language of the priests, Arois was called the temple of the ancestral gods.