Hu Anbei once said that he insisted on practicing his voice in Jingshan for several years, and he must go every day, rain or shine. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info didn't sound like anything at the time, after all, Peking Opera actors like to go to the Tube River on the edge of the Forbidden City to practice their voices. But now that I think about it, Juan Bei's family lives in Xuanwumen, and there are not many parks and green spaces around him where he can practice his voice, so why do you insist on wearing half of Beijing every day?

Three years ago, he only told half the secret of his own body, but he found his voice after returning to Beijing, and he practiced ventriloquist again in Jingshan. The brief fainting every day seemed to him to be his own special learning method, and why did the soul bells at home sound to themselves for no reason that night? These questions all appeared in Juan Bei's body, and they seemed to be related to each other, but it was difficult for me to string them together reasonably.

I decided to take a trip to Jingshan, like Juan North, before dawn, maybe the answer is there.

I remember that on the day I went to Jingshan, the weather had already begun to get colder, and I added two clothes, but I still felt the cold wind biting. Riding all the way north, the empty Chang'an Avenue was still asleep, and when the east began to slowly light up, I arrived at the south gate of the park. The park hasn't started selling tickets yet, only a janitor in a military coat dozed off in the concierge and said a few nice words, and the uncle put me in the park.

At this time, it was still dark in Jingshan Park, and the light of the sky in the east did not help me distinguish the surrounding scenery. I have been to Jingshan a few times before, but I didn't walk through it seriously, just went to find the crooked neck locust tree that Emperor Chongzhen hanged back then, at first sight, only the mouth of the bowl was rough, and I heard the management of Jingshan say that the tree was destroyed when the Eight-Nation Alliance entered Beijing, and now this small tree was planted two years ago, but the location should be right. After listening to her introduction, I was still disappointed.

Later, I went to see the Shouhuang Palace. Here enshrined the Qing Dynasty of the Emperor of the Emperor of the imperial statues, during the Kangxi period, also as a place of imprisonment, imprisoned Prince Cheng Yinzhi, Yongzheng is also taking advantage of that incident, and later sat on the dragon chair. It's a pity that I went to know that this Shouhuang Palace was rebuilt during the Qianlong period, and Guan Yinzhi's old courtyard had already been demolished, and those imperial statues were not in the Shouhuang Palace, and I didn't know what happened when I was in the Republic of China, which made me very disappointed.

Perhaps because I entered the garden too early, I walked up the stone steps, and after walking for twenty minutes, I saw only an old man who got up early to walk the birds, and it seemed that there were only two of us in the whole garden, and the surroundings were unusually quiet, and there was not even a sound of birdsong. I didn't know that where Juan Bei often practiced his voice in Jingshan, the huge garden, it was like looking for a needle in a haystack when I met him.

When you come to the Guanmiao Pavilion, you are still half the way from the highest point on the top of the mountain, Wanchun Pavilion. I held on to the wooden railing of the pavilion, and in front of me was a dense pine forest, and the Forbidden City not far away was like a giant beast lying on the ground, majestic and cold. As the sun rises, the sky in the east has turned a pale peach, giving a clear glow to the buildings on the east side of the Forbidden City.

For hundreds of years, in the palace in front of it, there have been countless bloody cases, unimaginable conspiracies have been brewed, and countless people have died unjustly in it. Some people are very popular, some people leave in a huff, some people scold Fang Xuan, and some people turn into dry bones. Even now, you can still feel its gloom, a sense of oppression that makes it hard to breathe.

A friend of the Palace Museum told me that the legend says that there are 999 and a half rooms in the Forbidden City, but this is actually just an imaginary number that shows its grand scale, and the actual number of rooms is far more than that. There are also a large number of dark rooms and underground palaces in the Forbidden City, which no one can figure out because of the loss of the construction documents back then. But they found a lot of water dungeons and dungeons, and there were countless bones buried underneath.

Therefore, the legend of ghosts haunting the Forbidden City has been around since ancient times. My friend used to work night shifts when he was younger, and this kind of thing happened a lot. The ghosts shuttling on the shadow wall, the sad cry in the middle of the night in the Cining Palace, he has long been surprised. What made him even more frightened was that once he walked through the long alleyway inside the Donghua Gate, and four lanterns came in the distance, and he could not avoid it, so he could only stand against the wall, motionless, watching the lanterns get closer and closer. When he approached, he realized that the four lanterns were floating in mid-air.

He told me that the Forbidden City was only 30 percent open to the public, and that most of the palaces were locked and sealed, and although some were used as warehouses and office space, many were empty inside, but because of the evil spirit, they were all locked and sealed with seals. When he first entered the museum, the old staff inside spent a full day telling him about various taboos inside, many of which were not the safety needs of fire prevention and theft, but the safety of the employees themselves.

For example, after eleven o'clock, you can't enter and leave the three halls of the harem, you must have more than two people during the night patrol, you must give way no matter what you encounter on the road, you can't talk to anything you hear, you can't go into the back garden in the middle of the night on rainy and snowy days, and so on. What impressed him the most was that no cooking or eating anything in the office area was allowed. I thought it was out of the consideration of fire hazards, after all, the Forbidden City is all wooden buildings, and fire prevention is the top priority. Later, I found out who cooked in the work area, and the house would not be peaceful for a long time, and there would always be things to eat, and you couldn't sleep at night.

After listening to the story of the Xuanwu statue on Jingshan, I have been thinking that the construction of Jingshan, in addition to the consideration of imperial feng shui, may have a deeper meaning. The Xuanwu God is the god of the north, also known as the god of water, the shock is the ghost and fox demon in the world, and the Qin'an Temple on the mountain in the Ming Dynasty is the Xuanwu God. The Xuanwu god on Jingshan Mountain was used to deter the ghosts in the palace, which may be the need to build mountains as a block. But since there is a Xuanwu statue in the Qin'an Palace, why did the building on Jingshan be transformed into a Xuanwu sitting statue in the Qianlong year, is it that the statue in the Qin'an Hall is no longer enough to suppress the demons and subdue the demons?

Thinking about it this way, when the capital of Beijing was built in the early Qing Dynasty, it was also very puzzling to use the Forbidden City of the Ming Dynasty as the forbidden palace. China has changed dynasties and generations, the capital may not have changed, but the palace city must be rebuilt, this is an old dynasty luck, the new dynasty Vientiane new meaning, follow the old palace, not only the meaning is not good, Feng Shui is also unreasonable. Of course, this may be the reason why the minority regime does not have so many ceremonies in the Central Plains, but at least, the reconstruction of the Jingshan building in the Qianlong year should be a tinkering in feng shui. Unfortunately, it seems that this kind of repair did not have much effect, and the Qianlong Dynasty became a turning point in the Qing Dynasty from prosperity to decline.

Unfortunately, these speculations are not supported by any historical data, but it can at least be inferred that the Forbidden City has reached an uncontrollable point in the Qianlong year.

I was thinking in the pavilion when suddenly a strong gust of wind blew from behind me, and I was in a state of excitement. Soon the gust of wind swept along the ridge and from the upper end of the pine forest, and at that moment, like a storm crashing on the shore, the originally quiet mountain forest let out a low roar, the sunlight shone out of the mist, and the layers of trees moved with the wind, like thousands of flags rolled up, towards the foot of the mountain, and the fog that was originally hanging in the air also dispersed in an instant.

Immediately afterwards, the whole pine forest seemed to wake up from a deep sleep, scrambling to reflect the colorful morning light with its branches, so that my eyes did not dare to look directly, and the chirping of countless birds from far and near came, like an invisible conductor, playing a symphony of the early morning. The alternation of night and day is so magnificent and beautiful.

Before I could regain my senses, a gentle and ethereal singing voice floated by, but strangely enough, I couldn't tell the direction the sound was coming from, as if it had fallen straight from the top of my head and smashed into my ears. But I soon gave up on discerning the source of the sound, and the sound of heaven was so beautiful that it instantly dragged me into it. Everything around me began to blur, and it seemed that only the singing voice was surrounding me.

"The capital is a good relationship between gold and jade, and I only think of the former alliance of wood and stone. The sky is opposite, the mountain is crystal snow, and I will never forget, the lonely forest of the fairy outside the world. Sigh in the world, the fly in the ointment is today's letter: even if it is a case with eyebrows, it is difficult to calm down in the end. Ren is ruthless and moving. ”

After singing a section, the aftermath is faint, and it seems to float down the winding mountain road. I didn't have time to think about it, so I walked out of the pavilion and hurried down the mountain road, but when I reached the entrance of the park, I didn't hear the next singing, nor did I see half a figure.

In a trance, I turned out of the Jingshan Gate, crossed the road, and walked south along the Forbidden City Wall. My mind slowly calmed down. At this time, I think back that the singing voice that just fascinated me is a Peking Opera undoubtedly, and it seems to be the music card in "Dream of Red Mansions", although I don't watch Peking Opera much, but "Dream of Red Mansions" has been read twice, and I vaguely remember that it seems to be written by Xue Baochai. But for some reason, I always felt that this tune was a little familiar, as if I had heard it somewhere, but thinking about the few Peking operas I had seen, it seemed to have nothing to do with Dream of Red Mansions.

As he pondered, he walked to the corner tower of the Forbidden City, when a gust of morning wind blew and the copper wind chimes on the corner tower jingled. I suddenly understood that this tune was the music of the soul bell in Liwu Town on the night Juan Bei came to the small courtyard, and it was also the song that Juan Bei hummed in a coma.

(Born to kill, the principle of the Tao is also.) Heaven and earth, the thief of all things, all things, the thief of man, man, the thief of all things. Three thieves are suitable, and three talents are safe. Therefore, it is said: when you eat it, you will be rational, and if you move it, you will be safe. People know their gods and gods, but they don't know why they are not gods. The sun and the moon are numbered, the size is fixed, the holy merit is born, and the gods are out. Its theft is also something that the world can't see, and nothing can know. The gentleman gets a solid bow, and the villain gets a light life. --"Yin Fu Sutra")