Where is Penglai Wonderland? How much does a student ticket cost to Penglai Wonderland?

Penglai Wonderland was known in ancient times as the place where immortals lived. Located in the East China Sea, it boasts countless scenic wonders, and it is said that immortals still hide there. The present-day Penglai Wonderland is a recreation built based on mythological elements and is definitely worth a visit. Below, I will share a detailed introduction to Penglai Wonderland.

Where is Penglai Wonderland?

Shandong

How much does a student ticket cost to Penglai Wonderland?

The ticket price is 120 yuan (children between 1.2-1.4 meters tall and seniors over 65 years old can purchase discount tickets for 70 yuan).

Note that student tickets are half price, meaning they only cost 60 yuan.

Penglai, in my imagination, should be shrouded in mist and filled with immortal energy. But when I arrived, I found it was no different from other coastal towns.

We arrived on the first day and had lunch after 2 pm. After settling into our hotel room and having a brief rest, I took the kids straight to the beach.

Is it true that in the summer, every beach is packed with people? Although it wasn’t yet crowded enough to be compared to dumplings, finding a spacious spot was impossible. The kids, of course, didn’t mind. Water and sand were already paradise for them.

On the second day, we visited Penglai Pavilion, one of the four famous pavilions.

Before entering Penglai Pavilion, we took a detour to Tianheng Mountain nearby. From the top of the mountain, you can see the dividing line between the Bohai Sea and the Yellow Sea. It is said that on a clear day, the boundary is particularly distinct, but unfortunately, it was drizzling, and we mere mortals couldn’t see it. Of course, with two kids, the main point was for them to have fun, and Tianheng Mountain had a cable car, so they were naturally ecstatic, which was enough.

The pavilions and towers that once attracted countless literati and scholars to compose poems and essays are now drowned out by the din of people (especially the tour guides’ n-fold repetitive recitations). Naturally, we also contributed to the noise. It was lively, lively, pretty good, pretty good.

We had dinner in the evening. A large pot was placed in the center of the table, and we sat around it to braise various fish (if only I had paid more attention and remembered its name, I wouldn’t have to waste so many words. This shows that while I love to eat, I’m not interested in how I eat or what I eat).

During the meal, the waiter brought out a plate of raw squid. The squid, though already cut into pieces, was still wriggling, waiting to be put into the pot. I felt nauseous and quickly moved it away from me.

Tiantian was overjoyed. She grabbed it with her hands and played with it. She had no idea what was going to happen to the wriggling squid legs in her hands. Amidst the lively conversation, the thick wooden pot lid gradually enveloped the surroundings in wisps of rising steam.

The waiter came in. With one hand, she lifted the pot lid, and with the other, she held the plate of squid. In a blink of an eye, the plate was replaced with a large ladle, which she slowly stirred in the pot. The headless and tailless legs wriggled even more violently (as I write this, I feel like throwing up. If I were eating by myself, I would never agree to order such a dish, especially in front of the kids).

Nannan was nursing in my arms. I glanced at Tiantian. She was clearly unprepared and stared blankly, her lips trembling, and one eye already squeezed shut.

If it weren’t for the presence of others, she would have burst into tears. I patted her head, and she turned her head towards me, tightly pursed her lips, but tears still flowed. Just then, Nannan suddenly said she needed to pee. I held her and went out of the room, with Tiantian following behind.

She was older now and didn’t ask useless questions. She knew that asking wouldn’t save the squid. She followed silently behind me.

I asked her, “Do you think they are pitiful?” She squeezed her eyes again, didn’t speak, and just nodded. I hadn’t thought about what to say, after all, we usually love to eat squid. Sinful, sinful!

“Actually, every life has its soul. A soul doesn’t necessarily exist in a particular form of life. It could be a human, or it could be a pig, a cat, a dog, or even a squid.” I started to make up things based on my perception. Seeing that she was listening, I continued, “When it appears in a different form, it has different things to do. For example, squid are meant to be eaten by people. When they are eaten, they complete their mission, and their souls are said to have progressed.” “Then they become immortals?”

Before I finished making up my explanation, she was already more at ease and began to ask me. “Every soul eventually becomes an immortal, as long as it does good deeds. Its soul will continue to ascend.

We are human now, so we must do what humans should do, and our souls will continue to ascend.” “Don’t bother her, sister. She will cry.”

This Nannan, who uses “you”, “me”, and “him” interchangeably, started to cry again, saying her sister was bothering her. Okay, I won’t make up things anymore. I realized I was about to start lecturing her, and she was already changing the subject. Fine, at least she now believes that those squid are one step closer to becoming immortals, and she isn’t as upset anymore. This child, usually so angry that I want to eat her, always has a compassionate heart. Very good!

On the third day, we went to the Three Immortal Mountains. It was huge, and you wouldn’t be able to see everything properly in a day. Besides the three mountains, there were many small temples, showcasing a harmonious blend of Confucianism, Buddhism, and Taoism.

Nannan met the two guardians, “This one is Hum, and this one is Ha.” She stood at the door and kept repeating this over and over again. Whenever we came to a door, she would search for Hum and Ha. “Why are Hum and Ha not here?” “Let’s go find them somewhere else.” “Okay!” So, she was tricked into walking quite a bit.

Interestingly, at the Eight Immortals Crossing the Sea, we came across a sculpture inscribed with “Donkey God.” Tiantian laughed, “Donkeys can become immortals too.” “Yes, remember what I said yesterday? Every soul is the same. It doesn’t matter what form it appears in.” I took the opportunity to review the lesson.

As we were about to leave, she suddenly asked me, “I find it strange. Isn’t Iron Crutch Li an immortal? Why can’t he heal his leg?” Ah! Ah! Ah? I hadn’t thought about that! “Yes, that’s true. I don’t know either. But immortals are just particularly skilled in certain aspects. They aren’t omnipotent. The most powerful beings aren’t immortals; they are Buddhas.” Immortals have their own hardships!

On the last day, we went to the legendary Changdao Island. The three treasures of Changdao: sea cucumber, abalone, and scallop, are indeed excellent, but as a tourist attraction, it was a rip-off. It was very boring. After lunch, we decided to skip the afternoon attractions and took an early ferry back. I think it also had to do with the weather. It was super cool for the previous few days, but the last day was so hot that we had no energy at all.

Apart from the last day, we had a pretty good time. We weren’t too tired, and the kids weren’t fussy. We ate when we were hungry and slept when we were tired. But I still fell victim to the weather, my throat hurt, and I was running a runny nose.