Last year we came here and there was a goup of mountain folk performing a ceremony for the return of their son after 17 years. We could hear a pig squealing just up the hill (you can walk up - there is a small wooden structure at that spot where they placed the small shrine). Well, suddenly the pig stopped squealing. At that point his name became 'lunch'.
A walk up the dirt road a short distance will give you an awesome view.
As we left the area, my wife told me the father said that the reason the son was gone so long is because he was in prison for growing opium.