What are the folk stories in China?

Chinese Folk Story 1

During the Chongzhen period of the Ming Dynasty, a young man from a wealthy family was lucky enough to win the first prize. He was so proud that he thought he was the best in the world.

He was traveling in plainclothes one day when he returned to his hometown to visit his bride. When he passed by a small mountain village, he saw a woman walking out of a low thatched hut. This woman was so beautiful that she was immediately fascinated by the number one scholar. He hurriedly stepped forward to find something to say. The woman just laughed and said nothing in reply. The champion was momentarily dizzy and actually reached out to the woman. As soon as the woman hid, she shouted loudly: Mom, come out quickly. As soon as the shouting stopped, an old woman walked out of the house and asked: What are you calling me for? The number one scholar knew that this was the woman's mother. Without waiting for the woman to reply, she stepped forward and said, "The student passed by here and was thirsty and wanted to beg." Drink saliva. When the old woman heard this, she told her: Go quickly and get a bowl of water. As soon as the woman won the first prize, she asked the old woman: How old is your daughter? The old woman said: She is a tiger. The number one scholar counted his fingers and said: Ah, I am nineteen years old. Then he asked if he had ever gotten married. The old woman said: I only have this daughter, and I don’t want to marry her out to keep her as my companion. A college girl will get married sooner or later. The number one scholar said that you are old and your pearls are worthless. At this time, the woman came out with a bowl of water. When she heard this, she said: "Mother, this person is so arrogant and ill-intentioned. Don't say anything to him." The champion quickly said to the old woman: Sister, this is too casual. I am the top scorer in a new subject. The old woman didn't understand what the number one scholar was and asked him: What is the number one scholar? The number one scholar said: The number one scholar is the one who ranks first in the Jinshi examination and is the most knowledgeable person in the world. The woman asked him: How many years does it take for the No. 1 Scholar to be born? He said: It takes only three years for the No. 1 Scholar to come out. The woman smiled and said: Oh my god, I thought one would come out in a thousand years, but it turns out that one comes out in three years. What's so strange about it! The old woman scolded: What do kids know? The woman said: Of course I can't compare with the most knowledgeable number one scholar who knows very little. Because of this, I had to ask the No. 1 scholar for advice. There is such a first line: Carbon black and fiery red are better than cotton. I don’t know how to correct the second line. Can you tell me that the number one scholar is the most knowledgeable person? The number one scholar lowered his head and meditated for a long time and was too embarrassed to look up. The woman laughed loudly and clapped her hands and said, "Oh, even the most knowledgeable people are just like this." Master Zhuangyuan, what do you think of this? The yellow rice and the white rice are as valuable as gold. After that, he went back to the house.

As soon as the number one scholar heard that this woman was beautiful and talented, he liked her even more and hurriedly said respectfully to the old woman: The student has not yet married. He loves and respects your daughter and is willing to marry her. If you don't mind, I'd like to leave a small gift as a betrothal gift. As he spoke, he took out two golden gold ingots from his body and handed them to the old woman. The old woman touched the gold ingot and said: What is this stuff that doesn't smell good but is cold to the touch? The number one scholar said: this is a gold ingot that can be used to buy food when hungry and clothes when cold. It is the most precious thing in the world. Upon hearing this, the old woman gave the gold ingot to the champion and said coldly: My family has several acres of thin fields and hundreds of mulberry trees, so I don't have to worry about being cold or hungry. This gold ingot is useless. With that said, he walked towards the house. The champion came forward anxiously and grabbed the old woman's clothes and said: I still have something to say. The old woman was angry: You don't know etiquette, why do you do anything? No wonder my daughter said you are not serious. Get lost. After saying that, he broke free from the champion's hand and walked into the house, closing the door with a bang.

The self-proclaimed number one scholar failed in a small mountain village and had to leave in anger.

Chinese Folktale 2

The legend of the "hanging coffin" in Longhu Mountain

Legend has it that the cliff coffin in Longhu Mountain in Guixi, Jiangxi is from Baiyue in ancient times. bequeathed by our ancestors. There is a mysterious and bizarre story about the cliff coffin placed high on the steep cliff, which is still circulated among the people.

A long time ago, there was a coffin shop owner who made a fortune selling coffins. One day, he loaded a dozen coffins in a wooden boat and transported them from the valley to the city through a waterway for sale. The wooden boat was loaded with coffins and was sailing down the Luxi River. When the wooden boat drifted to the shore of Longhu Mountain, the boss saw a beautiful coffin placed at the entrance of the cave on the cliff, and hurriedly asked the boatman to move the boat closer. See clearly. It turned out that it was a longevity coffin hewn from fine nanmu. He thought to himself that the coffin was so good, how great it would be to give it to my elderly father as a birthday coffin! At this moment, a wandering immortal passed by Longhu Mountain. Seeing that the boss was quite filial, he used a magic to scrape the coffin. With a breeze, the nanmu coffin floated gently onto the boss's boat. The boss was originally standing and watching from a distance, but now he suddenly stood in front of him and took a closer look. He was so happy that he circled around the nanmu coffin. Sure enough, it was carved from a huge nanmu tree. The more he looked at it, the more he liked it and couldn't bear to leave. So, he thought in a blink of an eye, he was already over fifty years old, so I should leave this fine nanmu birthday coffin to me for myself! I could just pick a good one from my coffin shop for my father's birthday coffin.

Just when the owner of the coffin shop thought of this, the wandering god realized that his filial piety was false, that he was greedy for money and wanted to sleep in a good nanmu coffin when he died. The wandering god was angry, and he wanted to punish this unfaithful and unfilial evil creature who just took advantage of him. So he cast the spell again, and saw him murmuring words and waving his hand. The wind from the Luxi River immediately blew all the coffins on the boat into the cliff cave. As for the greedy coffin shop owner, his boat capsized, people died, and he lost both his life and property.

Chinese Folktale 3

The origin of the Cold Food Festival

The Cold Food Festival is the day before Qingming Festival. In the past, during the Cold Food Festival, people did not raise fire and ate cold food. The Cold Food Festival lasted for one month at first, and then gradually became three days. Nowadays, people are no longer used to eating cold food, but this festival is still preserved as a custom.

It is said that this festival was passed down from the Spring and Autumn Period to commemorate the loyal minister Jie Zitui.

Jie Zhitui was a wise minister of the Jin Dynasty. The king he served was called Duke Wen of Jin, that is, Prince Chong'er. Once, civil strife broke out in the Jin Kingdom, and Prince Chong'er was forced to flee abroad. Jie Zhitui was not afraid of hardships and always followed Chong'er.

Once, when Prince Chong'er was in exile in the Kingdom of Wei, he fell ill on the way and suffered from poverty and illness, making him very miserable. Normally, Chong'er relied on his ministers to pick wild vegetables and fruits to satisfy his hunger. Today, after his illness, he could no longer swallow the wild vegetables and fruits. At this time, Jie Zitui cut off a piece of meat from his own leg, boiled it into broth, and offered it to Chong'er to eat, which helped Chong'er survive the difficulty.

Later Chong'er became the king and was called Duke Wen of Jin. At first, he still remembered Jie Zhitui's dedicated help to him during extremely difficult times. But as time went by, I gradually forgot about it. Once, when he was giving rewards to the heroes who followed him into exile, he even forgot about Jie Zitui. Jie Zhitui was very sad and determined not to see this ungrateful monarch again. He carried his elderly mother on his back and fled to a mountain near his hometown to live a secluded life. Later, Duke Wen of Jin discovered that he was missing a Jie Zitui. He recalled that he had forgotten to reward this virtuous minister who "cut off his legs to serve the emperor". He felt very guilty and hurriedly went to find Jie Zitui. Only then did he hear that he had died. He went to live in seclusion in the mountains. Duke Wen of Jin personally went to search for him in the mountains where he lived in seclusion. He saw only numerous green mountains and lush trees, but how could he see the shadow of Jie Zitui? He shouted on the top of the mountain, but only heard the echo from the valley, and did not see Jie Zhitui pushing out of the mountain to meet him. Duke Wen of Jin thought that Jie Zhitui was a filial son. If he set fire to the mountain, he would definitely carry his mother and escape from the mountain, so that he could see him. So he ordered the mountain to be set on fire. The wind was blowing fast and the fire was strong. The fire spread for dozens of miles at once and burned for three days without stopping. It burned a green mountain into scorched earth, but still no one could see it pushing out of the mountain. After the fire died down, people saw Jie Zhitui and his old mother hugging each other and being burned to death in the deep forest.

Jin Wen Gong wanted to see Jie Zitui, but Jie Zitui would rather be burned to death than meet him. Jin Wen Gong was even more sad. After this incident came out, people respected and missed Jie Zitui. Remember him on the day when he was burned to death. This is the day before Qingming Festival every March. Because Jie Zhitui was burned to death, people couldn't bear to raise fire and eat cold food on this day, so it was called the Cold Food Festival.

Chinese Folktale 4

The Story of Wangfu Stone

Once upon a time there was a fisherman named Hailang. One day, he went fishing with everyone. There were unexpected storms, and the sky suddenly became cloudy. The sea roared and the wind blew. Everyone was tossed by the big waves in the depths of the sea. Only the lucky Hailang did not die. He lay on a rotten wooden board and fainted. The sea When the wooden board is a ball, it is pushed around and finally floats to a place called Shangchuan Island. Hailang lives alone on this isolated island.

One day, he went out for a walk and rescued a little grouper on the shore and released it. It turned out that the little grouper was the daughter of Hailong. The little grouper decided to become a human and live with Brother Hailang. As the wind blows and the sun beats, the little grouper turns into a smart and beautiful girl.

Little Shiban came to the door of Brother Hailang's room. Hailang came out, looked at it, and said, "Who are you, girl, and how did you drift to this isolated island?" Xiaoshi Ban: "Do you still remember that you rescued a little grouper at the beach?" "Remember," Hailan said. "That's me. I'm the daughter of the Sea Dragon King. You saved me. I want to thank you." "The daughter of the Sea Dragon King." Hailang said in surprise.

Then they slowly reconciled and finally got married. They lived a happy life and gave birth to a fat baby named Fanlong, who was very cute.

But the happy life did not last long. When the Sea Dragon King came back from his trip, he could not find his daughter anywhere. When he found out that he was living with a man named Hailang, he became furious and turned into a white-headed woman. The old man came to Hailang's house and cursed, and said: "Daughter, if you don't come with me, I will make Hailang's life worse than death. I will give you three days to think about it."

Three days later, the Sea Dragon King waited for the shrimp soldiers and crab generals to come to Hailang's house. Hailang and Little Grouper refused to separate. The Sea Dragon King ordered the shrimp soldiers and crab generals to take Hailang away. Little Grouper hugged Fanlong and walked out of the door and climbed up a high mountain. , watching Hailang go away, shed tears, and finally Xiaoshiban and Fanlong turned into stones, and everyone called it "Wangfu Stone".

Chinese Folktale 5

During the Daoguang period, Li Chengfu brought several pieces of bronze ware newly unearthed in Shaanxi to Beijing for business. One day, he walked into Xuanwumen and came to Shihuma Street (today's New Culture Street in Beijing). He happened to catch up with Prince Keqin returning to his mansion. Pedestrians on the road had to avoid it. Li Chengfu didn't know about this set of rules. He found it fresh and lively. He just wanted to watch the excitement. Standing without a wall. The guards raised their whips and went to beat him. He screamed, "Unjust!" Prince Keqin heard this, ordered the sedan to stop, and asked: Who is crying for injustice? Bring him here! When Li Chengfu saw this formation, he was stunned. He quickly knelt down and kowtowed. The prince asked: What are you wronged? He didn't dare to say that the guard had whipped him just now, for fear of being beaten again, so he got wise and said: I have good bronzes that I can't sell, so I came here to complain and offer treasure. The prince smiled and shouted: Get up in the sedan and go back to the house! Bring this man back to me!

Li Chengfu was taken to the prince's house in Keqin County, North of Xitou Road, Shihuangma Street, and presented several bronze utensils, but the prince did not Taking a fancy to him, he let him take a look at his collection of gold and stones. Prince Keqin asked Li Chengfu the names of several bronze vessels. He answered fluently and expressed his own opinions. The prince admired him very much.

From then on, Li Chengfu became involved in the antique business of Prince Keqin. He earned money to buy books on epigraphy and archeology, and continued to educate himself. The prince appreciated his studiousness and showed him his collection.

Prince Keqin is one of the eight iron hat kings. The eight iron-hatted kings mentioned here refer to the six princes and two county princes who had outstanding military exploits in the early Qing Dynasty and were awarded the title of "hereditary". Yuetuo, the first generation king of Keqin County, was the eldest son of Daishan, the second son of Nurhaci, the emperor of the Qing Dynasty. The old antique dealer could not tell which generation Prince Keqin belonged to during the reign of Daoguang and Xianfeng. He only knew that he was a collector of epigraphy and stone. He collected bronzes from the third generation, Qin and Han Dynasties, stone rubbings of Han and Tang steles, ancient paintings, calligraphy, and ancient jades. There are the most pottery pieces, and the interior furnishings are all antiques, calligraphy and paintings. Prince Keqin's calligraphy is famous among both the government and the public.

Prince Keqin also asked Li Chengfu to identify and appraise the precious cultural relics in his collection, and catalog them in a book. Li Chengfu's eye for appreciating gold, stone tablets, stone carvings, and ancient jade and pottery pieces has since been honed, and he has become famous in the gold and stone circles of the capital.

In the last years of Daoguang, Li Chengfu returned to Xiangfen County, Shanxi Province. The gentry in his hometown raised funds and asked him to open an antique shop in Liulichang, Beijing. In the capital, he asked Prince Keqin to write a plaque: "Debaozhai Antique Shop" and hung it in this ancient cultural street. Debaozhai was officially opened. After that, the prince came forward and asked Weng Tonghe, the new champion of Xianfeng, to write a door couplet: "Debi Guizhang is more valuable as a Confucian scholar, Baozi Yi Ding was his disciple in ancient times." The prince wrote a plaque, and the number one scholar wrote a door couplet. This was the only one in the capital. This antique shop has been open for 94 years. It went out of business in 1945. It's a pity that the plaque and door lintel disappeared later, which is sad!

Chinese Folk Story 6

After the Fuxi brothers and sisters came to the world, the world became more and more lively day by day. However, the people at that time were very different from the people we have now. At that time, because there were forests everywhere and very little open space, people could not grow crops. Their food mainly depended on hunting and picking fruits from trees. The earth's environment at that time was much purer than it is now, and there were more types of fruits than today, and they were much larger than similar fruits today. But it was still not enough to eat, so people used hunting and other methods to supplement their food. At that time, God gave people many ways to obtain food. These methods were not developed but given by God.

It is said that God allowed Fuxi to discover a way to obtain food, which was to catch fish with a net. In the past, there were no opposing terms such as "fishing and catching fish", but only the harmonious concept of "catching fish".

One day Fuxi had nothing to do and walked to the river for a walk. As he walked, Fuxi occasionally looked up and saw a big, fat carp jumping so high from the water. After a while, another carp jumped up; after a while, another carp jumped up. This caught Fuxi's attention. He thought: These carps are big and fat, wouldn’t they be great to eat? He made up his mind and went down to the river to catch fish. After waiting for a long time, Fuxi caught a fat and big carp. Fuxi was very happy and took the carp back. On the way back, Fuxi learned from heaven how to eat fish, which was to use fire. People at that time had superpowers, and they could produce fire when they stretched out their fingers. People had high moral standards and would not use fire to do things they shouldn't do. Only later, people began to use fire to do bad things, and God took away the function of fire from the human body.

Everyone who was with Fuxi saw Fuxi catching fish, and they all came to ask questions. Fuxi grilled the fish over a fire in front of everyone, and tore the fish apart for them to eat. Everyone ate it and thought it tasted good. Fuxi said to them: "Since the fish is delicious, we will start fishing in the future to help supplement our lives." Of course everyone agreed, and they all ran to the river to fish. After fishing all afternoon, almost everyone caught one fish, and some others caught three or four fish. Now everyone was so happy that they took the fish back and had a delicious meal.

Later, God gave Fuxi some ways to catch fish.

One day, Fuxi had nothing to do, lying under the tree, looking at the sky in trance.

At this time, he saw a spider spinning a web between two branches. A line on the left, a line on the right, and a round net was completed in a short time. After the spider tied the web, after a while, some mosquitoes, flies, etc. flew in from a distance, and they quickly stuck to the web. The spider used the proceeds to make a feast.

When Fuxi saw the spider spinning its web, his heart suddenly became enlightened. He ran to the mountain and found some kudzu vines to use as ropes, and weaved them into a rough web like a spider web. Then he cut two wooden sticks and tied them to the net in a cross shape, and then tied them with a long stick. When you reach the middle, the net is ready. He took the net to the river and put it into the river. After a while, he pulled the net up. Oops, the net was full of happy and jumping fish. This method is really good. Compared with fishing by hand, not only can you catch more fish, but you don’t have to go into the water.

Fuxi taught everyone how to build a net. From then on, everyone knew how to use nets to catch fish, and people still use nets to catch fish today.

Chinese Folktale 7

The legend of steamed buns

Steamed buns are also called steamed buns. There is also a legend about the origin of this name.

Early years ago, it was said that there was a servant in the palace who was kind and gentle to others. Civil servants, military officers, servants and maids all had a favorable impression of this servant.

One afternoon, the prince came out to play with his sword. I met wood carving and clay sculpting artists carefully carving the pillars of the Jingchuan Pavilion. When the prince saw the old artist, he asked him to lie down and ride like a horse, but the old artist refused even if he died.

The prince was furious, drew his sword and stabbed the old artist viciously. The old artist dodged quickly and ran in circles around the mouth of the well. The prince thrust his sword several times, but failed to hit him. The prince was eager to kill, and suddenly shouted "Kill!" Forgetting that it was a well, he rushed towards it, but fell into the well. This time the old artist was stunned.

All this was noticed by the kind-hearted servant. He ran to the well and said hurriedly: "It's not good, someone is killed! Go away quickly! I have arranged everything."

The servant hurriedly went to court and reported to the emperor. The emperor immediately ordered his lieutenants to salvage it. When he was fished out, the prince was already dead.

The emperor asked: "Why did the prince fall into the well and die?" The servant replied: "The prince wanted to ride the old slave like a horse, but the old slave did not respond. The prince got angry, drew his sword and stabbed the slave, and he slipped and fell into the well. The slave fell into the well. The crime deserves death!" The emperor roared: "Sword and axe-hand!" "Yes!" "Take the servant down and behead him at noon tomorrow!"

All civil and military officials from all over the dynasty came to replace the servant. He complained and begged for mercy, but the emperor refused to pardon him. That night, the old carving artist discussed with the Lang Zhongling who was in charge of the servant and came up with a good idea.

Overnight, the old artist used dough to shape a head that was exactly the same as the servant's, tied a body with cattails, put on the servant's hat, and put on the servant's clothes.

At noon the next day, two Lang Zhongling took the servant's stand-in and dragged him out of the Meridian Gate, and the sword and axe-hands cut off the head. The blood and water that had been packed in the pig urine bag splashed out. The swordsman and axe-hand presented the bloody head. When the emperor saw it, he was really a servant.

At three o'clock in the evening, the servants and the old clay sculpture artists would come together to express their gratitude to each other. At that moment, the two agreed to bring gold and silver, and the servant led out two horses. With the help of the guards, they escaped.

They rode horses and ran far and wide, and came to live in an ancient city. In order to make a living, he opened a small restaurant and steamed human heads of various shapes with white flour to offer sacrifices and celebrations as a sign of good luck, and named them steamed buns.

In order to attract passers-by, they appeared before the crime and said that steamed buns can atone for sins and avoid disasters, and can bring good luck. After people heard this, they rushed to buy it and use it as a sacrifice during festivals or sacrifices. The ancients also had the habit of cherishing rice. I don’t know who led the way and ate the steamed buns that had been sacrificed. As a result, steamed buns specially made for sacrifices gradually became daily food. In order to save trouble, people simplified the method and no longer maintained the original head shape, only retaining the hemispheric shape. In order to mark the seven orifices of a person, use your little finger to pinch the seven holes and string red date strips on them. I don’t know how many years have passed, but the language has also changed, because the head and the head are the same thing, and the steamed buns are also called steamed buns, and the preparation is simpler. Dot the steamed buns with seven red dots, which is the symbol of Qiqiao. To this day, no one clicks on the red dot anymore. This is the snowflake steamed bun we eat now.

Chinese Folktale 8

Family Portrait

"Family Portrait" is the name of a dish, which is considered a famous dish in Northeast China. The ingredients used to make this dish must be all available for flying in the sky, walking underground, and running in the sea. If one is missing, it cannot be considered a "family portrait."

When it comes to this dish, there is a story.

When Qin Shihuang was in power, he burned books and harassed Confucians. There was a Confucian scholar who ran away from home. He had been gone for three years and there was no news from him. His parents only had this only son, and his two hearts were hanging in his throat all day long.

This year, the Mid-Autumn Festival and the Reunion Festival are approaching in August. When my son was at home, on this day, the old and the young would drink reunion wine and eat reunion dinner, and celebrate the festival happily. Now that their son is not at home and they don’t know whether he is dead or alive, the old couple has no intention to take care of it. They haven’t slaughtered the pigs, sheep, chickens and ducks, so they told the chef to just go to the market to buy something and make do with the festival!

< p>Two days before the festival, the chef soaked the two remaining sea cucumbers. On the morning of the festival, I went to the market and bought a pound of pork and a white-striped chicken. I came back and started cooking some home-cooked dishes. At noon, the dishes were brought to the old couple.

The old couple have no intention of having sex: they have no intention. While we were eating, our son Leng Ding came back. The father put on his hat crookedly, and the mother put on her shoes upside down. She pulled her son over, looked at him again and again, and kissed him again. The whole family sat at the dinner table and drank the reunion wine.

When the chef saw this scene, he was also happy, but he knew that the few dishes he made were not enough for three people. It’s too late to kill pigs and sheep, and there’s no rush even if you want to buy something now. The chef is kind-hearted, but he always feels that this newly reunited family cannot drink the reunion wine because the food is not enough! How about cooking another dish? There is only one sea cucumber, a small piece of pork, and a piece of chicken breast left in front of him. , there are no other ingredients left, and I can’t make any dishes. I can’t make a knot. I can’t tie it up. It originally refers to a girl with thin hair who can’t tie it up when she gets married. It generally refers to a lack of things. Nothing can be done. Come.

The chef thought for a while and simply stewed the remaining three things into a spoonful, which was enough for a dish. When I thought about it, I changed the knife, then picked up the spoon, fried it three times and fried it twice, added seasonings, took out the spoon, and served it.

The old couple had never seen a dish that combined sea cucumber, pork, and chicken. As soon as they ate it, they tasted delicious and fresh! They asked the chef: "What is the name of this dish?"

The chef thought that his son had saved his life and came back, which was a blessing to the whole family, so he said smoothly: "Family portrait!" The name of the dish fit the meaning of family reunion, and the whole family was very happy.

From then on, the old couple would ask the chef to make this "family portrait" during festivals and holidays. After the guests ate it, they all said it tasted good, and they sent someone to learn from the chef. The dish "Family Portrait" spread like this, and later became a famous recipe in the restaurant.

Chinese Folktale 9

Climbing the Mountain on the Double Ninth Festival

A long time ago, there was a man named Huan Jing in Runan County. He had two parents, a wife and children. He worked hard on a few acres of thin land. Although life is not good, I can still get by with half vegetables and half food. Who knew something unfortunate would happen. A plague broke out on both sides of the Ru River, and every household fell ill. It's so severe that I can't get out of bed, and it's so severe that I lose my life. Bodies were everywhere, with no one to bury them. This year, Huan Jing's parents also died of illness.

When Huan Jing was a child, he heard adults say: There is a plague demon living in the Ru River. Every year it comes out and walks around the world. Wherever it goes, it brings the plague. After Huan Jing recovered from his illness, he decided to visit his teachers and seek friends to learn skills, fight the plague, and eliminate harm for the people. Hearing that there lived an immortal named Fei Changfang in the southeast mountains, he packed his bags and set off to visit the mountains.

Huan Jing entered the mountain and saw thousands of peaks and mountains. He didn’t know where the immortal lived. But he was not afraid of hardship, and he climbed mountains one after another and crossed rivers one after another. As he was walking forward that day, he suddenly saw a snow-white dove standing in front of him. The dove kept nodding towards Huan Jing. Huan Jing didn't know what he meant, so he also greeted the pigeon. The pigeon suddenly flew up, flew two or three feet away, and landed. It kept nodding toward Huan Jing. When Huan Jing approached, the pigeon flew again. He understood, and followed the pigeon forward, climbed a few more mountains, and arrived at a place: among the green pines and cypresses, there was an ancient temple. On the horizontal plaque on the temple door was written "Fei Changfang Xianju" five A golden word. The pigeon left Huan Jing and circled happily over the temple. Huan Jing came to the door. The black door was closed tightly. He knelt sincerely outside the door, not daring to move at all. He knelt and knelt for two days and two nights. On the third day, the door suddenly opened, and an old man with white hair smiled happily and said, "I am eager to eliminate harm for the people. Come into the courtyard with me." Huan Jing knew that this was Fei Changfang, and he paid his respects again. After a few prayers, he followed the master inside.

Fei Changfang gave Huan Jing a blue dragon sword to subdue demons. Huan Jing got up early and went to bed late, wearing the stars and the moon, practicing day and night. Huan Jing was practicing his sword that day. Fei Changfang walked up to him and said, "On September 9th this year, the Ruhe plague will come out again. You should go back to your hometown to eliminate the plague for the people. I will give you a pack of dogwood leaves and a bottle of chrysanthemum wine. Let the elders in your hometown climb high to avoid disaster." After the immortal said this, he pointed with his hand, and the crane on the ancient cypress spread its wings and landed in front of Huan Jing. Huan Jing climbed on the crane and flew towards Runan.

Huan Jing returned to his hometown, gathered his fellow villagers, and told everyone what the immortal had said. On September 9th, he led his wife, children, and villagers to a nearby mountain. He gave each person a piece of dogwood leaf and said that if he carried it with him, the plague would not dare to get close to him. Then he poured out the chrysanthemum wine, and everyone took a sip, saying that after drinking chrysanthemum wine, they would not be infected with the plague. After arranging the arrangements for the villagers, he returned home with his Demon-Subduing Blue Dragon Sword, sat alone in the house, and waited for the plague demon to come and fight against the demon.

After a while, I heard the roar of the Ru River and the strange wind swirling. The plague demon came out of the water and walked ashore. He walked through the village and walked through thousands of houses without seeing anyone. Suddenly he looked up and saw people gathering together high on the mountain. It ran down the mountain, only to feel the pungent smell of wine and the strange fragrance of dogwood, so it didn't dare to go up the mountain, so it turned back and walked towards the village. When he saw a person sitting in the room, he roared and rushed forward. When Huan Jing saw the plague demon approaching, he hurriedly danced his sword to fight. After fighting for several rounds, the Plague Demon couldn't defeat him, so he ran away. Huan Jing threw the demon-subduing Qinglong Sword with a "swish" sound. The sword flashed with cold light and chased after the Plague Demon. Stuck to the ground.

From then on, the people on both sides of the Ru River were no longer affected by the plague. The story of ascending to a high place on September 9th to avoid disaster and stabbing the plague demon with Huanjing's sword has been passed down from father to son, and from son to grandson, and it has been passed down to this day.

Chinese Folktale 10

The Legend of the Silkworm Goddess

Once upon a time there was a family with only two people, a father and a daughter. My daughter is not only beautiful, but also very smart.

On this day, the father had to go to a distant place for something, leaving behind his daughter and a white horse. This horse is very strong and can run thousands of miles a day, as fast as the wind. What's even more strange is that this horse is very knowledgeable about human nature and understands human words. Everyone said this was a "magic horse".

When the father went out, he told his daughter to feed and take care of the horse carefully, and he would be back soon. After the father left, the horse and his daughter were the only companions left in the family.

Whenever she felt lonely, she would talk to the horse. Although the horse cannot speak, it can nod and flick its tail to show affection.

The days passed day by day, but my father never came back. The daughter misses her father very much and is even more worried about something unexpected happening to her father outside.

One day, she said to Maer half seriously and half jokingly: "Maer, do you understand me? If you can go and find my father, I will marry you as your wife." "

Unexpectedly, as soon as the girl finished speaking, the horse ran away and disappeared.

It turned out that my father was sick in a distant place, and he was worried about how to get back. When he suddenly found his own horse galloping towards him, he was very surprised. The father missed his daughter so much that he didn't think much about it, so he got on his horse and rode home.

After arriving home, the father and daughter reunited after a long absence, so they were naturally very happy. My father felt that this horse had made a great contribution, so he added extra grass and feed to it and fed it carefully. But what surprised my father was that there was a lot of fine grass and fine ingredients, but the horse refused to eat a bite.

Whenever he sees his daughter coming or going, the horse will not only roar, but also jump, making happy or angry sounds. The father secretly asked his daughter what was going on. So the daughter told her father what she had said to the horse.

After hearing this, the father felt very uneasy. After pondering for a while, he whispered to his daughter: "Remember, this matter must not be made public. If anyone knows that I married my daughter to a Horse, what are you talking about? Don’t leave the house for the time being, and don’t go to the horse.”

The next day, my father loaded crossbows around the stable and took advantage of the horse’s absence. Be on guard and shoot the horse to death. Then, he peeled off the horse's skin and hung it on a big stone in the yard to dry.

One day, my daughter was playing in the yard with her neighbor’s girlfriend. When she saw the horsehide drying on the stone, she felt very uneasy, especially when she thought of the days when her father was away from home...she felt very sad.

Thinking about it, she reached out and stroked the mane on the horse's hide, and then an accident happened. The horsehide suddenly lifted up and swept her away like a gust of wind. The female companions nearby were frightened and rushed to tell her father.

When the father arrived, his daughter and the horsehide dried on the stone had already disappeared without a trace.

It turned out that the divine horse skin swept away the lovely girl and flew straight to the southwest. In the far southwest, there is a place called Big Heel, which is an inaccessible wilderness with mulberry trees all over the mountains and plains.

But after arriving there, the girl in horse skin lost her original shape and turned into a silkworm with a horse head shape climbing on the tree. She eats nothing but mulberry leaves. Later, she became the owner of this mulberry forest, and the Emperor of Heaven made her the Silkworm God.

Faced with this experience, the girl had unspeakable pain. She missed her hometown, her father and her female companion day and night. At this time, she would continue to spit out long threads from her mouth, expressing her endless thoughts.

Every spring, you can see a beautiful young woman kneeling on a mulberry branch, spitting out white and bright filaments from her mouth. People affectionately call her Silkworm Goddess.