Bird of Mount Qingqiu Whose Feathers Dispel Confusion
On Mount Qingqiu, says the Classic of the Southern Mountains, lives a bird shaped like a turtledove whose voice is like people scolding and shouting at one another. Plain as it looks, its use is in the wearing: fix its feathers on your person and your mind stays clear, proof against confusion. It shares the mountain with the man-eating nine-tailed fox — the beast lures with an infant's cry while the bird restores the wits, a single mountain carrying both poison and antidote.
Freedom from bewilderment is a recurring concern of this first southern range. Mount Zhaoyao, the chain's opening peak, offers the migu tree, worn to keep from losing one's way; Qingqiu follows with the guanguan, worn to keep from losing one's mind. For travelers threading forested ranges, straying and delusion were concrete dangers, and the itinerary supplies two charms against them in sequence, like standing items in a wayfarer's kit. Even the bird's scolding call suits its office — a sharp shout in the ear that snaps a fogged mind awake. It earned no legend of its own, surfacing in later Qingqiu tales only in the fox's shadow.
