It is said that during the Qing Dynasty, in a place called Malong Da Bind in Shuicheng County, a rich family surnamed An hired a simple and honest young manservant to herd horses for his family. The young manservant went out early and came home late every day, and when he came home at night, he would cut a bundle of grass and bring it back. As time went by, the owner found that the grass brought back by the manservant every day was the same kind of grass, and the amount of grass was also surprisingly consistent, which he found very strange. In order to solve the mystery, one morning he told the servant to rest at home and went to herd the horses himself. However, just as he was about to set out, he realized that the horse was not there, and he searched around for a while before finding it. Worried that the horse would wander off again, he planned to ride the horse and graze it. Unexpectedly, when he mounted the horse behind the horse hissed several times toward the sky after four hooves in the air, along with the whoosh of the wind in his ears, he and the horse together through the clouds. In the moment he has not reacted, he has landed with the horse to nearly ten kilometers away from the slope on the ranch of the millpond mountain. What puzzled the tycoon was that the horse had been grazing repeatedly in one place, but the grass here was not less. He was startled when the horse reared up with a long neigh and carried him again to the opposite cliff. Being puzzled, he found that the horse is here to drink, with curiosity, he also held a little water to drink, did not expect so taste, he was stained with the immortal gas. Since then, the legend of the Flying Dragon Horse has been widely spread in folklore.
Tianluoling and Mapoling legend
Legend Ganzhou opened up the land and built a city soon, a horse to the upper reaches of the Gongshui River, and a Tianluo met, and invited to the city of Ganzhou to add a victory. About the first city is honored, the latter is inferior. The horse gladly allowed the snail to go ahead for a while. Just see the snail roll ah! Rolled nearly half an hour, the trip is less than five feet. Horse proudly said: "Tianluo girl, excuse me, we Ganzhou city goodbye!" Said, swinging four hooves galloped away.
The Tianluo by the river, saw a row of wooden rows downstream, so rolled into the river and climbed on the wooden rows, and soon arrived at the Ganzhou city. A woman came to the row to pick water, the snail cleverly rolled with the water into the bucket, was picked into the city. The woman poured water into the tank, found the snail and threw it, the snail fell in the northwest part of the city, so it became the snail ridge.
As for the horse? Because the left a mountain, right a water, took a lot of detours. To the east gate of the city, the day has been dark, the city gate is closed, had to stay outside the city rest. The horse thought: "I don't know where the snail is still crawling ah! Roll ah! It is not too late to enter the city after tomorrow's dawn. Who knows, Tianluo saw on the ridge, shouting "Brother Ma, commissioned you as a guard of the East Gate!" The horse was stunned and speechless. He could only lie outside the east gate of Ganzhou City. Since then, there has been a Mapo Ridge outside the east gate of Ganzhou City.
The Legend of the Temple of the Horse God
At noon on the day of Zu Dashou's surrender to the Qing Dynasty, Yuan Chonghuan's warhorse "Sai Chihui", which was given to Zu Dashou, broke free from the reins, escaped from the ring, and ran along the East and West Main Streets of Ningyuanwei toward Beijing, the capital of the Ming Dynasty. Once out of the west gate, it was found by zu dashou's soldiers, soldiers and intercepted, and blocked, and surrounded, has been to the current location of the temple of the horse god before catching it. But Sai Chibi even kicking and biting is not to return to the city, the soldiers had to chain it to a large tree, and then go to report to Zu Dashou. Zu Dashou had no choice but to send his horseman there to feed it, but the rabbit did not eat or drink, and looked at Beijing and squealed, and squealed for three days and three nights, and bled to death with its eyes, mouth, and nose.
The descendants, in honor of this faithful horse, built a temple to the God of Horse where he died, and outside the temple, they inscribed a poem in four lines: "A man is better than a beast, an official is better than a horse. A man is worse than a beast, an official is worse than a horse. The man has already been cut off from love, but the official has surrendered to clear. The beast still knows righteousness, the horse can be loyal.
The Legend of the Tiger Fighting Horse Valley
Seven or eight miles east of Gaizhou City, there is a small but not small ravine, known as the Tiger Fighting Horse Valley. Why give it such a chic name? It turns out that there is a vivid and sad story here.
Once upon a time, there was a farmer living in this valley, because he was famous for grinding scissors, and in the brothers ranked second, people gave him a nickname, called "two scissors". Two scissors have a date-red horse, love like a jewel in the palm of your hand. This horse can be extraordinary, grow tall and amazing, high neck long, thin legs and hooves, horse mane pouting, like a stone wall, horse tail thick and long, thrown up like an iron broom. Pulling carts and planting, never need the owner to throw the whip, running, as if the feet stepped on the wind turbine. Anyone who saw this red date horse said, "Good horse, good horse."
This day, after work, in order to let the horse eat some tender grass. The two scissors then put the horse on the mountain, their own in the house, "clatter, clatter, clatter" grinding up scissors to. At this time, the neighbor came over and said, "Two Scissors, I heard that there is a black tiger in the mountain, can it run down the mountain to hurt people?" Two Scissors straightened up, raised his eyebrows, stretched out his thumb and scraped the blades of his scissors twice, and laughed without a care in the world, saying, "Hey, hey, what are you afraid of? The tiger's skin is too thick for my scissors to be fast, so I'll just clean it up when it comes." Neighbors heard his words, shook his head and left. The two scissors are still sharpening the scissors," he said, "but I don't know what to say.
In the evening, the jujube red horse barked while running down the mountain, and came to the master cordially, nodded and hailed, as if he wanted to talk. The two scissors look, the date red horse is uncharacteristically hot, sweating down the body, as if just out of the hot water pot. He used his hand to stroke the bridge of the horse's nose, and said painfully, "Horse horse, what's wrong with you? Tired like this." Zaohong horse front hooves plowed the ground, shook his head and said: "master master you don't neglect, there is a tiger on the mountain top." However, the two scissors do not understand the words of the date red horse, as usual, give it a drink of water, add grass, send material, tethered it to the stables, let it go to rest.
The next day, the daybreak, two scissors and unlock the horse's reins, the horse's back a slap, let the horse went up the mountain, their own home as usual Mo scissors. Date red horse in the mountains to graze? No, but like yesterday, fought with the tiger again. The vicious black tiger wanted to eat jujube red horse, it put the chin to the ground a post, earth-shaking roar, then, whoosh to the horse, jujube red horse turned around, threw open the big tail, the black tiger's eyes covered, and then put the bowl of big hooves, the tiger was stomped a heel. The black tiger got up from the ground, shook off its body, and opened its bloody mouth again to pounce on the horse. The date red horse twisted his neck, the hard pouting horse mane almost stabbed the black tiger's eyes ...... Two rounds passed, the black tiger squatted on the ground straight gasping, mental thought: "Why has the mouth of the fat meat, just can't eat it?" The red date horse, head high, supporting the ears, mouth spraying hot air, the heart of the nuclear plan: "you this black guy want to go down the mountain to harm people, I have to put you on top of the mountain can not be." Black tiger and red date horse so fight a round, and another round, has been fighting until the evening sunset. The red date horse again while screaming, while running down the mountain, kindly come to the master, nodding and haoping, as if to talk. Two scissors look, jujube red horse is still covered with hot air, sweat down the body, like just out of the hot water pot, he stroked the horse's nose, heartbroken, said: "horse horse, what's wrong with you? It must be hot, let me clip your hair." Said, he took up the sharpened scissors, first cut the horse's mane, then cut the horse's tail. The date red horse got angry, its front hooves pawed the ground, shook its head, and said, "Master master you're so confused, what can I rely on to fight the black tiger if I cut it?" Due to no mane, no tail, date red horse is very sad, downcast into the stables, water does not drink, grass does not eat ......
The third day, the day did not dawn, date red horse and go up the mountain. However, to the evening sunset, but did not see the date red horse return. The two scissors wait and wait and wait, how can not see the date red horse down the mountain, probably in the mountain what happened? He thought, so he ran to the mountain in a panic. In the mountains, he searched and searched, looked all over the mountain before and after the mountain, looked all over the mountain left and right, and finally at the top of the mountain Quercus forest in a clearing, saw the date red horse. Jujube red horse long drag lying there, neck was bitten into a blood gourd, the grass on a streak of bright red blood. Two scissors jumped to the horse, stroking the horse's head, said: "horse, what's wrong?" The date-red horse slowly opened its eyes, stared at its master, and said, "Master master you should regret that you shouldn't have cut off my mane and tail." The date-red horse dropped two tears and closed his eyes, never to open them again. The two scissors suddenly stood up, looked at the piece of trampled grass and trees, covered with deep hoof prints, and roared loudly, "Who killed my jujube red horse, who killed my jujube red horse? ...... "Then, hollister a mouthful of blood, from his throat sprayed out ...... two scissors also fell to the ground.