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Text Chapter 213. [Case 23] Fotu Ancient Pass

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    So Hu Zongren and I walked to the overpass and planned to cross the road.  The overpass is a good place, because the terrain is high and there are only two passages. Although it is on a busy street, as long as you stay on it for a few minutes, you can immediately tell whether anyone is following you.  But Hu Zongren and I didn't do that, because we knew that if someone really wanted to follow us, it would be useless no matter how we hide.  Besides, in broad daylight, the other party doesn¡¯t dare to do anything to us.  Walking down from the overpass is the Eling Station opposite. This is a bus station with a relatively large passenger flow.  Continue walking forward for more than ten meters, and you will encounter two inverted slopes. The distance between the two slopes is less than 100 meters. In the middle are some small stores such as parts stores or motorcycle repair shops.  , because this area is an area where vehicle sales are relatively concentrated. There are many directly-operated stores and sales points of car dealers nearby. I remember that when I wanted to buy a car, I also wandered around this area.  Facing the intersection with an inverted figure, the slope on my right goes up to Eling Park. During the war, many foreign embassies were built here. If you walk along this road, you can go directly to Liziba.  Although Liziba is a place I don¡¯t visit very often, it is a place I can¡¯t forget.  Last year I faced Cha Wudao with Hu Zongren, and the root cause of the dispute with Cha Wudao was because I was young and ignorant, and I foiled the conspiracy of a businessman surnamed Wei. Once in a certain air-raid shelter in Liziba,  I kicked over the altar he was using to refine ghosts and extend his life. As a result, this man became paralyzed, but he didn't die. So many years later, he came to me for revenge.  The most recent visit to Liziba was because Hu Zongren had offended the Xuanyuan Society. We even found the coffin containing the spirit-possessed doll in Liziba.  I have handled so many cases in my life that if I were asked to recall them, I might not be able to remember many of them. But for this place that I have only been to a few times, I can never forget it because of these two things.  , can be regarded as the two biggest things that I have encountered in my life, and the two things with the longest time span.  I don¡¯t have much to say about Eling Park, because after today¡¯s incident, I will visit again soon. That¡¯s because my wedding photos were taken in this park.  When you go up the slope on the left hand side, about a few dozen meters, you will see a very simple stone door with a round vault, very narrow, the door is not big, and it is a single-opening iron fence door.  The road at the entrance is very narrow. If you don't look carefully, you won't believe that behind such a narrow road is a relic in Chongqing's history.  There are security guards at the entrance, a canteen, and some lay people and ordinary people reading books and boxing here in twos and threes.  Hu Zongren asked me, why are there still lay people here?  I said I didn¡¯t know, there was probably some kind of small temple here.  After entering the narrow door, the terrain suddenly opened up.  I have seen a lot of photos of Fotuguan on the Internet. From a geographical point of view, it was originally connected to the current Eling Park. If the Yuzhong Peninsula starts from Chaotianmen and follows the winding trend,  If you draw a line in the middle, both Fotuguan and Eling would be included.  In other words, although it is not the highest point, it is still on the edge of a cliff.  Fotuguan is surrounded by cliffs on three sides, and only two sides are surrounded by water. The reason why this place is called "Guan" means that it is a difficult place to pass.  Hu Zongren asked me, this place looks good, but I didn¡¯t expect that there is such a thing in the main city. Who built it?  Based on the fact that I had consulted a lot of information a few days ago, I explained it to Hu Zongren. I said that this place was first built when Liu Bei asked his general Li Yan to dig mountains. It was originally a garrison, but it eventually failed.  And ended.  I explained to Hu Zongren that in addition to the names we know as Fotuguan and Futuguan, this place also has many other names such as Futuguan, Hulao Pass, and Fuxing Pass, because this place has a strategic position for Chongqing.  It is very important, so it has always been fought over. Each era has assigned different missions to this place, so it has many names. The Fotu Pass as we know it is already a park.  Fotuguan was one of the three passes in Chongqing in ancient times, and it was also the first of the three passes. The other two passes were Erlang Pass and Longdong Pass.  I patted Hu Zongren on the shoulder and said, luckily we are not going to those two places this time, otherwise, it would have taken a long time just to drive.  Hu Zongren touched the weather-beaten marks on a stone and said, if this place were a person, he would have witnessed many tragic things.  Although I felt very disgusted that Hu Zongren, a tall and powerful man, suddenly said such fairy tale-like words in front of me, I still told him that I don¡¯t know. This man has lived for a long time and has witnessed the same things.  There will be a lot, and you may still leave with a lot of unwillingness in the end of your life, not to mention that this is something that lasts thousands of years.  I continued to say to Hu Zongren, you must know that the two of usIn many ways, we may be more naive than most people because the social aspects we come into contact with are actually different. However, when it comes to the joys and sorrows we have witnessed and the various changes in the world, we, such young people, live like old people.  Hu Zongren snorted and laughed, and did not answer my words, but it was not disdain, but a feeling of helplessness.  I pointed to a place not far from the entrance of the park, where there was a small sculpture, and I told Hu Zongren that that place was said to be the place where Mr. Yang Anggong was killed.  Hu Zongren asked me who Yang Angong was. I said you are uneducated and I don¡¯t blame you. Mr. Yang Angong is the brother of former national leader Yang Shangkun. He is our revolutionary martyr!  When I said the word "martyr", I deliberately added the accent to emphasize my respect for the revolutionary pioneers.  After Hu Zongren heard it, he said lightly, which made me feel like I had been poured with a basin of cold water. I opened my mouth and was speechless for a long time.  The two of us first walked along the trail. Most of the trails here are built along the cliff side. Although it is not narrow, it is no problem to pass several people side by side. After all, it is a park. It is too steep and unreasonable.  But I can't say it's spacious, because most of the stones near the cliff are irregular, with occasional edges and corners sticking out. So if you think you're very spacious when walking on the road, you may not be able to do it because of your height.  And the forehead hit.  There are many cliff inscriptions on this row of stone walls, which I knew early on. They are basically carved on the inner slope. Although this cannot stop the speed of weathering, it can at least stop the erosion of rainwater.  It is said that before this place was planned to be opened to the public as a park in the early years, all the inscriptions had been stamped by the government, and corresponding protection measures had been taken to protect the inscriptions on the existing site.  But the Chinese people have always been like this. There are always some people with low qualities who like to climb over the railings and write down the words of someone¡¯s visit here on these ruins.  Of course, this was not the focus of Hu Zongren and I, but we stopped and walked along the way, marveling at these magnificent inscriptions. For a moment, he and I forgot that we were here to handle a case, and instead seemed to be here for sightseeing.  On the way, we passed several relatively open places on the edge of the cliff, where someone set up a simple tea stall. There were old people playing chess there, and there were also people playing with the birds.  Hu Zongren asked me, it¡¯s not an option for us to wander around for a while. Why don¡¯t we sit down for a while and ask people around here?  I nodded, actually I thought the same thing. The people here definitely don¡¯t live in the park, but the tea stall owner probably didn¡¯t just open a tea stall here, and the old man playing chess and amusing the birds nearby was definitely not the first time.  Come to the park.  As a Chongqing native, I am well aware of the unique nostalgia of Chongqing people, especially the elderly.  The environment in which they live has changed, perhaps from the previous bungalows to the current community houses. From the small roads that only took two or three steps to cross to the main roads that now have to cross overpasses to have a chance to pass, the environment has changed a lot.  Big changes, but when I plan to enjoy comfort, I will still choose places that are in my memory, such as this Fotu Pass.  So Hu Zongren and I found a seat and sat down. It didn¡¯t even count as a seat. It was just two benches, one high and one short. We sat on the short one, and the tall one naturally became a small coffee table.  This is why Chongqing people have always been informal about trivial matters. It doesn¡¯t matter whether it looks good or not. The only thing that matters is that you enjoy it.  The tea stall owner saw us sitting down, so he came up to us and asked, "Drinking tea or playing cards?"  I said drink tea.  So the boss immediately turned around and left. Hu Zongren asked me, why did this guy leave without asking us what kind of tea we were drinking?  I said, do you think you can order Biluochun Tieguanyin? There is no choice here, just a kind of tea, just drink it for fun.  Hu Zongren asked me, what kind of tea?  I told him, isn¡¯t it the Laoyin tea that Chongqing people drink most?  Although I don¡¯t know where Laoyin tea is produced, I have known about this tea since I was a child.  Usually when I eat hot pot, the tea I drink is Laoyin tea, because it can relieve the heat.  The summer in Chongqing is very hot, and Laoyin tea has become a common item at home. It can clear away heat and relieve the heat, which is much better than any cold drink.  Hu Zongren has been in Chongqing for a long time. During this period, I took him to almost all the dry pot, hot pot or soup pot restaurants that I thought were delicious. Hu Zongren is no stranger to Laoyin Tea.  But when the shop owner brought up two enamel cups that looked like they had been used for many years, he opened the teat-like cup lids, and a burst of hot steam came out. At that moment, the aroma of tea overflowed.
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