Outside the Forbidden City, you can see the mausoleum of Chiang Kai-shek, Sun Quan, the hero of the Three Kingdoms period, and the Yangtze River in the distance.
There are many relics of Buddhist temples from previous dynasties on the top of the mountain, especially during the Northern and Southern Dynasties. Xiao Liang in the Southern Dynasty believed in Buddhism and built temples along the Purple Mountain. They were magnificent and rich, and there were beautiful carved beams and paintings on the top of the mountain or by the stream.
Even though it is now overgrown with grass and desolate, you can still feel a bit of the shock of those years when you are there.
"I think that Emperor Wu of Liang was considered a hero of his generation, but in his later years he did not practice virtue and actually embraced Buddhism! Huh, is it useless to believe in it? He believed in it all his life and worshiped it all his life. He wanted to give all the benefits in the world to Buddha, but in the end
Woolen cloth?"
"I let my son starve to death! At that time, which Buddha despised him? Is there any point in praying to God? You are fooling yourself!"
On the rugged road in the mountains, the old man walked slowly with the support of the eunuch. His eyes fell on the stone carvings hidden among the vegetation in the mountains, and he felt inspired.
"Your Majesty, please slow down!" Pu Bucheng held the old man's arm and whispered.
The old man looked at him and spoke in a rare gentle voice, "You are already old. It is difficult to walk on this mountain road by yourself. Why do you want to help us? Let the young people do these things!"
"I would be reluctant to give up such a good job to anyone else!" Pu Bucheng said with a smile.
"That's right!" The old man smiled and nodded, "In the future, if you want to help us, you may not have many opportunities!"
A group of people slowly climbed to the top of the mountain.
The accompanying eunuchs quickly arranged tables and chairs on the mountain, made hot tea, put up screens and hung felt blankets to block the wind.
"Don't hang up those useless things, they are blocking our view!" The old man did not sit down, and did not let anyone hang up the felt blanket to block the wind. He leaned forward slightly with his hands behind his back, looking at his wish.
"Over there!" The old man pointed to the northern foot of the mountain range, "The tombs of us and the queen are over there, right?"
Pu Bucheng squinted his eyes and said, "Hui Huangye, that's right!"
The old man continued to watch carefully, looking at the surrounding mountains and scenery, with a bit of joy on his face, "We have never seen the place where the future is buried so well!" He said, laughing, "Don't say it, the future is buried.
It has a back, a cover on top, and a barrier in front of it. It’s such a good place surrounded by mountains and rivers!”
Others dare not say this!
Since ancient times, has any royal tomb been a good place?
"Who chose this?" The old man turned his head and thought for a while, "Oh, it was the place Liu Bowen chose back then. We told him at the beginning that it was just a place to bury dead people, so how could it be so particular?"
"When we were conquering the world, we saw countless tombs of the previous emperors, including those from the Song Dynasty, the Tang Dynasty, the Southern Tang Dynasty and the Five Dynasties. No matter how good the place was chosen and how well it was built, in the end it would not be enough for everyone to give in.
Peel it off and take out all the bones and dregs?"
"There is no immortal dynasty in the world!"
After saying this, the people around me didn’t even dare to answer the question.
"We remember that Liu Bowen said to us, Your Majesty, based on your achievements in expelling the Tartars and rebuilding China, no one will dare to touch your mausoleum!"
"Haha!" At this point, the old man laughed, very cheerfully, "When people get old, they always worry about the things after their death, and we are not exempt from this. But, we have thought about it. After death, we will not take care of ourselves.
Those gold and silver funerary objects don’t attract anyone’s attention. Just let me, the queen, and the prince lie down there peacefully!”
Then, he stretched his head and looked into the distance, pointing to the distant mountains and forests, and on the slopes of the mountains, there was a tall stone animal monument looming, and asked, "That is that?"
"There are the tombs of heroes over there!" Pu Bucheng whispered, "They are all the heroes you specially ordered to be buried on Zhongshan side!"
"Oh!" The old man nodded slightly, "Shan King Xu Da, Kaiping King Chang Yuchun, Qiyang King Li Zhong, Jiang Guogong Wu Liang, Hai Guogong Wu Zhen, Wan Guogong Qiu Cheng, Qianning Wang Muying, Gongchang Marquis Guo Xing,...
....." As he read, the expression on his face became gentle again, "We were all good brothers back then, and there will be people to talk to us underground in the future!"
After saying this, he suddenly laughed again, "Haha, even if the King of Hell wants to cause trouble for us, with brothers like us here, he will still think about it!"
The top of the mountain was filled with the laughter of the old man.
"A few days ago!" The old man continued, "Our eldest grandson asked, if the emperor's grandfather Fu Youde, Duke of Ying, cannot survive the illness, should he be buried in Zhongshan and guard the imperial mausoleum?"
"We have thought about it for a long time!" The old man frowned slightly, "Let's forget it! Although Fu Youde has made great contributions to the country, he is not from Huaixi after all. Well, after all, there is still a layer between us!"
Having said this, the old man's conversational nature suddenly disappeared. He slowly turned around and walked to the other side, overlooking Yingtian City.
Yingtian Mansion is in full view, and the pavilions and buildings are intertwined in a blur. The most conspicuous one is the Ming Dynasty Martyrs' Temple with numerous monuments to the heroes and martyrs.
At this moment, the temple is holding a grand ceremony to commemorate the fallen soldiers, and bursts of incense and smoke are faintly visible.
Suddenly, the old man said in a somewhat lonely voice, "Tell me, if others dare not touch our graves, do they dare to touch the steles with the names of our sons and gentlemen engraved on them?"
There was silence all around, no one dared to speak.
The old man looked over there and sat down slowly, "That person also returned to Beijing with Li Jinglong and the others?"
Pu Bucheng was speechless and raised his hands behind him.
The green-eyed man slowly walked forward, "Your Majesty, yes! That man also returned to Beijing together!"
"I heard that he is very ill?" the old man asked again.
"The doctor who treated him said that he is already terminally ill. That means his blue jade body has hard bones. If it had been someone else, he would have been dead a long time ago!" the blue-eyed man said in a low voice.
"Oh!" The old man agreed and said nothing more.
The blue-eyed man secretly looked at the old man's face and said hesitantly, "If you don't like it and don't want him to be an eyesore, can I handle it?"
"Hey!" The old man grinned and hooked his hands.
The standing blue-eyed man stepped forward and bowed humbly.
"Are you fucking helping us make up your mind?" The old man scolded with a smile, then directly picked up the teapot on the table and smashed it on the other person's head.
The burly body of the blue-eyed man did not move, letting the pieces of porcelain and hot tea drip down his neck.
"This slave deserves to die!" the blue-eyed man pleaded.
"Pu Bucheng, record it!" the old man whispered.
Pu Bucheng stepped forward, knelt down and listened.
"If Lan Xiao'er dies in front of us, we will bury Zhongshan. Well, on Biao'er's side! If he dies in front of us, we won't allow it!"
"Yes!" Pu Bucheng whispered.
The old man waved his hands, seeming a little tired, and the eunuchs around him knelt and backed away.
The man in green didn't leave, but knelt in front of the old man.
Then, the man took out a folded book from his sleeve and said in a low voice, "This is the story of the war in Northern Xinjiang. It concerns King Jin... King Yan...
....." He said and quickly explained, "They are all sent by Dark Eyes. The mud seal on them has not been opened yet and no one has seen it!"
"I got it!" the old man said calmly, "Tear it apart!"
"Ah?" The blue-eyed man was stunned.
"Yeah!" The old man's eyelids were half-opened.
The blue-eyed man quickly tore the book into pieces and threw it directly into the charcoal pot aside.
The wind blew, and the unburned ashes flew with the wind, with writings on them.
The old man sighed slightly, "From now on, it depends on his own fate! If our eldest grandson can tolerate it, we will tolerate it, and if we can't tolerate it, we will uproot him! When the children grow up, we, the immortals, can't always get involved in their affairs."
"A bunch of unfilial children, hey! Damn it for the rest of our lives!"
This chapter has been completed!