According to legend, in Daxuan, Shuicheng County, Qing Dynasty, a rich family named An hired a simple and honest minion to release his horse. The little footman goes out early and comes back late every day, and when he comes home at night, he will cut a bundle of grass and bring it back. Over time, the master found that in addition to planting the same grass, the amount of grass brought back by the footman every day was surprisingly consistent. He felt very strange. In order to solve the mystery, one morning he let his servant rest at home and let his horse go by himself. However, just as he was about to start, he found that the horse was gone. He looked everywhere for a long time. Afraid of horses running around again, I plan to ride and graze. Unexpectedly, as soon as he got on the horse, the horse neighed in the air a few times, and then its hoof flew. The whizzing wind swept over his ears, and he and the horse shuttled through the clouds together. Before he could react, he had landed with his horse on Mopan Mountain, a pasture on a slope nearly ten kilometers away. What puzzles the rich man is that this horse has been grazing repeatedly in one place, but there is no shortage of grass here. He was in shock, Ma Si hissed, jumped up on all fours and carried him to the opposite cliff. While he was wondering, he found Malay drinking water here. Out of curiosity, he also took a little water to drink. Unexpectedly, he was moved by the smell. Since then, the legend of the flying dragon horse has been widely circulated among the people.
The Legend of Tianluoling and Mapoling
Legend has it that shortly after Ganzhou broke the civil construction city, a horse went to the upper reaches of Gongshui River and met a snail, inviting him to Ganzhou City to add a scenic spot. Those who enter the city first are honored, and those who enter the city later are humble. Ma Xinran let the snail go first for a while. I saw the snail roll! Rolling for nearly half an hour, the distance is less than five feet. Ma proudly said, "Excuse me, Miss Snail, see you in Ganzhou!" " Then, he waved his hoof and ran away.
When the snail saw a raft coming down the river, he rolled into the river, climbed on the raft and soon arrived at the gates of Ganzhou. Just as a woman came to the raft to carry water, the snail wisely rolled into the bucket with the water and was picked into the city. The woman poured water into the jar, found the snail and threw it away. The snail landed in the northwest of the city and became a snail ridge.
As for horses? Because there are mountains on the left and water on the right, I took many detours. By the time we got to the east gate, it was already dark and the gate was closed, so we had to stay outside the city for a while. The horse thought to himself, the snail doesn't know where to climb yet! Get out! It's not too late to go to town after dawn tomorrow. Who knows that the snail saw it on the ridge and shouted, "Brother Ma, be the East Gate Guard!" " The horse was stunned and speechless. I had to lie outside the east gate of Ganzhou city. Since then, there has been Mapoling outside the east gate of Ganzhou City.
The legend of the temple of horse
At noon on Zu Dashou's celebration day, the war horse "Saichi Rabbit" presented by Yuan Chonghuan to Zu Dashou broke free from the reins, escaped from the stable, and ran in the direction of Beijing, the capital of Ming Dynasty, along Ningyuan Wai East-West Street. As soon as it left the West Gate, it was discovered by Qin Bing in Zu Dashou. Qin Bing intercepted, blocked and surrounded it, and didn't catch it until the present position of Ma Temple. But Saichi Rabbit refused to return to the city after kicking and biting, so Qin Bing had to chain it to a big tree and report it to Zu Dashou. Zu Dashou didn't say anything, so he sent a groom there to feed him. Who knows that Saichi Rabbit didn't eat or drink, and cried for three days and three nights while watching Beijing. His eyes, nose and mouth bled to death together.
In order to commemorate this loyal horse, later generations built a horse temple where he died, and wrote four-character poems outside the temple. Man is worse than a beast, and an official is worse than a horse. People have been rude and officials have fallen. Animals still know righteousness, Ma Kezhong.
The Legend of Tiger Touma Valley
Seven or eight miles east of Gaizhou, there is a small canyon called Tiger Touma Valley. Why give it such a unique name? There are vivid and sad stories here.
Once upon a time, there lived a farmer in this valley. Because he is famous for grinding scissors and ranks second among his brothers, people nicknamed him "Two Scissors". Two scissors raise a mare, and love is like an apple in your eyes. This Kyle is unusual, tall and magical, with a long neck, big legs, thin hooves, a horse's mane pouting like a stone wall, and a long ponytail swinging like an iron broom. Pulling a cart to farm land never requires the owner to throw a whip. Running is like stepping on hot wheels. Everyone who saw this bordeaux horse muttered, "Good horse, good horse."
On this day, do your job, in order to let the horse eat some tender grass. Put two scissors on the mountain and sharpen them at home "with a rush". At this moment, the neighbor came over and said, "Two scissors, I heard that a Hei Hu came from the mountain. Can you run down the mountain to hurt people? " The second pair of scissors straightened up, raised his eyebrows, stretched out his thumb and scraped it twice on the sharp blade of the scissors, smiled casually and said, "Hey, hey, what are you afraid of?" No amount of tiger skin can catch my scissors. When it comes, I will clean it up. "The neighbor listened to his words, shook his head and left. The two scissors are still grinding the scissors.
In the evening, the bordeaux horse barked and ran down the hillside, approached its owner affectionately and bowed as if to speak. A look at the two scissors showed that the mare was uncharacteristically hot and sweaty, as if it had just been fished out of a hot pot. He stroked the horse's nose with his hand and said lovingly, "Ma, Ma, what's wrong with you?" Tired like this. Jujube horse scratched the ground and shook his head and said, "Master, master, don't be careless. There are tigers on the top of the mountain." However, the scissors can't understand the mare. As usual, they fed it with water, grass and materials, tied it in the stable and let it rest.
At dawn the next day, two scissors untied the reins of the horse again, patted the back of the horse and let the horse climb, so there were no scissors at home. Have you ever eaten grass on Mazai Mountain in Bordeaux? No, but just like yesterday, I fought with that tiger again. Fierce Hei Hu wants to eat the bordeaux horse in one bite. He put his chin on the ground and let out a loud roar. Then he pounced on the horse. The mare turned around, threw off its big tail, covered Hei Hu's eyes, and then kicked a hoof the size of a sea bowl, and the tiger was pushed down. Hei Hu got up from the ground, shook off his flesh, opened his jaws and bit the horse. The red horse twisted its neck, and its hard mane almost pierced Hei Hu's eyes ... After two rounds, Hei Hu gasped and squatted on the ground, thinking, "Why can't you eat the fat in your mouth?" Jujube horse held his head high, propped up his ears, and blew hot air in his mouth, thinking, "You black guy are going down the mountain to harm people, so I have to put you on the mountain." In this way, Hei Hu and the bordeaux horse fought round and round until sunset in the evening. The bordeaux horse gave another cry, ran down the hillside, approached its owner affectionately, bowed as if to speak. Two scissors saw that the mare was still steaming, and sweat was dripping down her body, as if she had just fished it out of a hot pot. He stroked the horse's nose and said lovingly, "Ma, Ma, what's wrong with you?" It must be very hot. Let me cut your hair. "Say that finish, he picked up the polished scissors, cut the horsehair first, and then cut the ponytail. The mare got angry, scratched the ground with her front hoof, shook her head and said, "Master, master, you are so confused. How can I kill a black tiger? Without her mane and tail, the mare was very sad and went into the stable in frustration, without drinking water or eating grass. ...
On the third day, before dawn, the bordeaux horse went up the mountain again. However, in the evening, the sun went down, but the bordeaux horse did not come back. Two scissors wait and wait, but I can't see the bordeaux horse going down the mountain. Maybe something happened on the mountain. He thought about it and ran up the hill in a panic. On the mountain, he searched and searched. He searched the front of the mountain and the left and right of the mountain. Finally, he saw the bordeaux horse in a clearing in the oak forest at the top of the mountain. The mare was lying there, its neck was bitten into a bloody gourd, and there was a pool of bright red blood on the grass. Two scissors pounced on the horse, stroking the horse's forehead and saying, "Horse, what's the matter?" The mare opened her eyes slowly, stared at her master and said, "Master, master, you must regret cutting off my mane and tail." The bordeaux horse shed two tears, closed her eyes and couldn't open them any more. Scissors suddenly stood up, looked at the flattened vegetation, covered with deep hoofprint, and shouted loudly, "Who killed my bordeaux horse?" Who killed my Bordeaux horse? " ..... "Then, snore a mouthful of blood, gush out from his throat ... Two scissors also fell to the ground.