After entering Lizheng Gate, Fashi Shanga led Pu Chen and the others into a double-shaft carriage, headed west along the flat stone road, and soon arrived in front of a two-story attic.

The courtyard is wide and ancient pine trees are planted, and the view is right. The Fashi Shanga introduced: "This building is called Qiwang Tower, which is used by the emperor to receive civil and military officials from all over the country who come to Beijing to congratulate. Your room is right behind this building."

After getting off the carriage and bypassing Qiwang Tower, the three of them came to a row of guest rooms. After the Fashi Shanga placed the two in two guest rooms, he summoned the two together and ordered: "The two of you are here from afar, and the train must be very hard, right? It's almost noon, you can rest in the room for a while. I'll ask someone to bring you lunch later."

I had to eat lunch, but the two of them had something to do in their minds. After looking around the surrounding scenery, Pu Zixuan asked the Father Shang A: "Thank you for your hard work, so when will we start visiting?"

"It will start in the afternoon. Before that, please don't walk around casually. This villa is too big, and you can't figure out the direction when you are just a little unaware of it. "The Father Shanga finished instructing, and then remembered something, pointing to the two houses next to you and said, "By the way, the two painters who came yesterday live next to you. They are going out to paint. When you have nothing to do at night, you can also communicate, hehe."

After saying that, the Fashi Shanga turned around and left, and Pu Chen and the others came to Pu Zixuan's room to rest together.

Pu Zixuan lay down on the bed, put his body in the word "big", and sighed: "I really didn't expect that in this life, I still have the chance to have fun on the royal territory! Speaking of which, I really have to thank the two painters. It is because they visited first that the butler believed in us, hehe."

Chen Shuqing smiled and said, "It is a good thing to be able to successfully penetrate the villa, but it seems a bit special. I wonder if you have noticed that since you came to this villa, you can't sense any breath?"

"What?" Pu Zixuan was stunned for a moment, tried it out, and after a while, he was surprised, "Sure enough, is it that the Chengde Summer Resort also has small leaves of red bean trees?"

"No, I just looked at it carefully. Wherever I looked, the main things were conventional plants such as ancient pine, and there were no small-leaf red bean trees. This was the place that made me puzzled." Chen Shuqing paused for a moment, walked to the wall, reached out to touch the wooden wall, "The materials used in these buildings are also ordinary mahogany. There is no material to hide the breath of the entire villa, but the more this is, the more suspicious it is. Where we can't see, there must be a mystery that we can't imagine to have to be solved."

Pu Zixuan smiled bitterly and said, "Speaking of this, we are really asking for trouble. Originally, we came to Chengde Mansion to find the statue of Samantabhadra Bodhisattva around the Summer Resort. Digging it into the Eternal Night Forest will be done. But for Zhou Faning's three children, we have to be good people who are good at meddling in business again..."

The two chatted without any clues, and before they knew it, it was noon. As the Dharma Master Shanga said, someone brought lunch to them. Shortly after lunch, the Dharma Master Shanga came here in person and greeted him with a smile: "Two, I will take you around to visit. However, when it comes to this scenery, in fact, the Holy Ancestor had already decided on the thirty-six scenic spots of the Rehe Palace. Before, Lizhengmen was a scene, and our Qiwang Tower was another scene. Look at what wonderful poems and essays you have sprouted here?"

Chen Shuqing did not intend to waste time and energy on chanting poems and essays, so he said perfunctorily: "I am grateful to the butler, but the inspiration is not just right. Since there are 36 scenic spots in our villa, please take us to see them all first. After we have finished our overall appreciation, it will not be too late to create."

"Haha, it makes sense, it makes sense. Then, I hope you will spend more time on this matter and produce more masterpieces, so that I can also benefit from it." After saying with a smile, the Father Shanga said, then took Pu Chen and the others out and boarded the carriage waiting outside the door.

To be fair, although this place is called "Summer Resort", it was midsummer. After traveling for a while under the scorching sun, not to mention that Pu Zixuan and Chen Shuqing could not resist the heat wave, even the Fashi Shang'a's face also had a lot of sweat and a bitter look on his face.

The Fashi Shanga took the two to visit the scenery such as Qinzheng Hall, Songhezhai, Ruyi Lake, etc. Pu Chen and the other two verbally praised the unique scenery, while listening to the Fashi Shanga's introduction to the scenery with concentration, hoping to dig out the abnormal information behind it from the lines.

However, Fashi Shang's explanation of the scenery was limited to the history of construction and the poem of setting scenery that Emperor Qianlong had written, and did not talk about anything supernatural.

This information is not what Pu and Chen aim to do. Moreover, Qianlong's poems are of poor quality, so they must give praise against their conscience. Over time, they feel a little boring. On the way to leave Ruyi Lake, Chen Shuqing said clichédly: "But, although these scenery is very beautiful, it is far from enough to write beautiful poems and essays for them based on their appearance."

The Father Shang Ah said, "How do you say this?"

Chen Shuqing explained: "In addition to the beautiful words and rhythms of the poems that have been passed down from us Han people, they also have to sublimate their themes, either expressing emotions in the scenery or being related to some myths and legends. For example, Cao Zhi's "The Goddess of the Luo River" created a dreamlike realm, describing the sincere love between man and god, and the story of melancholy separation due to the inability to combine the "human, god and special way". Finally, it expressed infinite sadness, which made it a famous work for all ages. Now, since the government hopes that the Dingjing poem of our Chengde Summer Resort is connected to the Han culture, we must focus on myths and legends, such as the Ruyi Lake just now, is there any moving legend? Whether it is a god or a demon or a ghost, please tell us together."

Chen Shuqing deliberately said the word "demons and ghosts" with a very clear intention. Many stories of gods and monsters seem to be fabricated by the world, but as long as you think carefully, you may be able to dig out clues about purifying messengers and monsters.

After listening to Chen Shuqing's serious explanation, the Dharmakaya suddenly fell into thought. After a while, he shook his head and said, "Miss Chen's words are reasonable. We are all people, but we lack the cultural literacy in this area. However, after thinking about it, there is really no legend in this Ruyi Lake."

Pu Zixuan asked, "So, among the thirty-six scenery, which scenery has such legends?"

The Fashi Shang'a glanced at Pu Zixuan with a sharp look and asked back, "Mr. Pu means, don't visit these thirty-six scenery in order, but only go to the scenery of myths and legends?"

From the eyes of the Fashi Shang's eyes, Pu Zixuan saw his sensitivity to this matter, and realized his mistake in asking questions. He quickly raided and said, "Haha, of course it's not the meaning, but, isn't my surname Pu? Although there is no definite evidence, I just think I am a descendant of the great writer Pu Songling. I have liked to read novels like "Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio" since I was a child, so I am particularly interested in such legends. We can first visit the scenery with stories and then go to other places."

Pu Zixuan said this and he had to focus on the topic of the gods and monsters, so he decided to gamble. The monk Shang A knew that Pu Songling was a writer, but he did not know his identity as a purifier.

If the bet fails, the true identity and purpose of the two will arouse the doubts of the person. You must be mentally prepared to retreat from the front line.

However, it seems that the Fashi Shanga really doesn't know the existence of the purifying messenger, so he smiled carelessly, "Haha, so that's it. Both of you are surnamed Pu, and you have literary achievements. Maybe you are descendants of Pu Songling... By the way, our Rehe Palace has many scenery, and there are several places with myths and legends." After that, the Fashi Shanga ordered the coachman, "Go to the Little Potala Palace."

Little Potala Palace?

It sounds like a place filled with Tibetan Buddhist stories.

Pu Zixuan suddenly felt bored, but he was not easy to refuse, so he had to let the carriage carry the two of them all the way north.

Pu Zixuan sat on the left side of the carriage, looking boredly at the scenery outside and retreated. Suddenly, Chen Shuqing, who was sitting on the right, seemed to have discovered something earth-shaking and shouted: "Bullshit, stop!"

Subsequently, Pu Zixuan received the sound of Chen Shuqing's thoughts.
Chapter completed!