The legend of Jiahe

Jiahe is the largest river in Fushan. There are two rivers inside and outside, both of which lead directly to the sea. From Yantai westbound, you must pass Jiahe Bridge and sail in the blue sea in the north. There are also many legends about this river. There used to be a river in Neijia, and the river was very prosperous. In normal days, it may be peaceful. It rains heavily in the dog days, and it will be miserable! The river roared through the bank and rushed into the village like a runaway wild horse. Even the livestock and trees were swept away and rushed into the farmland, and even the crops that were about to mature were washed away. Everyone says that the Jiahe River is a "harmful river", especially from Dawu Village to Liangjiazhuang, because the river has turned a steep corner here. The rushing river was blocked here at once, and the impact was particularly fierce. Over time, a big bay was formed under the cliff. Look at the bay on sunny days, blue, look at the water on cloudy days, blood green, blood green. People say that there are many turtles in that bay, and the biggest one has turned into sperm. When the old tortoise lost his temper, the river flooded. If you want to make the Jiahe River peaceful, you must build a temple on the top of the cliff and cast a big clock to press it there, so that you can curb the old turtle essence and make him dare not make a move, and the Jiahe River will be peaceful.

At that time, people were superstitious and quickly raised funds to build a temple on the top of the cliff. The temple is not big, because there is not much space on the top of the mountain, so it has a very loud name, called "Jindui Temple". Fushan people went out to do business very early and have a persistent pursuit of making a fortune.

After the temple was repaired, a big monk and two little monks settled down and lived a life of morning bells and drums. Strangely, for a period of time, the river stopped flooding, and people said that the temple stopped the old turtle essence and made him afraid to make trouble again. The old monk in the temple was awakened when he was sleeping and couldn't sleep at all. For this reason, he hates being disturbed when he sleeps, and loses his temper whenever something happens at night.

He lived in Jindui Temple and was bored to death in a few days. Why? There is always noise at night. He couldn't figure out what that sound was. Just listening to the sound of the big bay at the bottom of the cliff, and sometimes hearing the clang of the river. Tired of it, he got up before dawn and wandered out of the temple gate, but there was nothing unusual about the bay and the river. What is making noise? The mystery has been entangled in his mind.

One day, when I got up early, the big monk found a strange thing: the big bronze bell hanging on the tree in the temple was wet and dripping down. It didn't rain again. How did the water of this bronze bell come from? The old monk was puzzled and couldn't help but pay attention to the big clock. That night, in the dim night, the big monk saw the big bronze bell jump up, leave the tree and fall to the ground, then turned and jumped out of the temple and onto the cliff. After a little effort, there was a noise from the bay under the cliff and it continued to expand. "Oh, j, so that's it. The monk suddenly realized, "strange, you are all wet." It turns out that you were restless at night and ran to the big bay, which made me unable to sleep. "The old monk couldn't sleep because the bell rang, just waiting to see what happened. At dawn, the bell stopped, the big bronze bell turned around again, jumped up again, bounced back, jumped by itself and hung on the tree. The monk turned blue with anger. Without saying anything, he picked up a big stick and knocked on the bronze bell. He poured all his grievances on the bronze bell and knocked hard, making it tremble. He was still unconvinced, but he murmured, "I'll call you noisy again!" "I'll call you a blind dragon again!" However, the big monk failed to change the behavior of the big bronze bell. At night, two bronze bells jumped down from the big tree and went to Dawan to grow. Later, the big monk followed secretly, but what he saw was another scene. It turns out that the big bronze bell is fighting the old turtle essence. This is a terrible battle, from the water to the shore, by the river, in the pond, and all the way to the grass outside the temple. For a while, the old turtle essence knocked over the big copper bell, and for a while, the big copper bell buckled the old turtle essence to the ground. After a long battle, the outcome is still close, but two bells always prevail. In this way, every night, until dawn, the old turtle will return to the bay, and the big bronze bell will also return to the temple.

The monk thought, "If you fight like this every day, I won't have to sleep." He couldn't find the turtle essence, but he could see the bronze bell, so he had to Sha Qi in front of it and beat it with an iron bar. He was so hard-hearted and strong that he knocked off one ear of the big bronze bell at once. The big bronze bell has no eyes or nose, only a pair of ears. Without one, you will be greatly weakened. Action is no longer as flexible as before. When we start fighting, we can't jump high and stand still. If we suspect for a long time, we can't hold back the old turtle essence any longer. Finally, after being defeated by the old turtle essence, we were dragged to Dawan by the old turtle essence.

Since then, Jiahe River has frequently flooded. A flood flooded the village, and the old turtle followed the river; I carried the big bronze bell to the seaside, and no one has seen it since. On the eve of the Anti-Japanese War, there was a monk named the eldest son in Jindui Temple who liked to travel around the mountains. "There is heaven above and Suzhou and Hangzhou below". Can he not go to the West Lake for a few days? He went to Lingyin Temple, one of the four famous Buddhist temples, where an old monk served tea and asked where his eldest son came from when chatting. The eldest son answered "Jindui Temple". The old monk smiled and said, "It's the Jinshan Temple in Fushan, Shandong!" In short, the eldest son was inexplicably surprised: Jindui Temple is not comparable to Lingyin Temple, but an unknown small temple. How can an old monk thousands of miles away know so much?

The old monk solved the mystery for him and said, "Don't you know that the big bronze bell in your temple somehow floats at the mouth of Qiantang River? The bronze bell clearly reads:' Jindui Temple, Jinshan Hall, Fushan Mountain, Shandong Province'. You can see it when the tide is low. "

Qiantang is famous for its high tide, but the eldest son is there waiting for the low tide. He has been waiting for several days, but he still hasn't seen it, so he has to go home disgruntled. Neijia River used to be called Qingyang River. Different names, different rivers. Neijia River faces north and leads to the sea. Old people say that Qingyang River flows into the sea along the south side of Zhiyang Mountain, turns a corner and then goes north. The river was changed in which year and month, but it left a magical legend.

Long ago, at the foot of Nanshan Mountain in Bali, south of the city, there lived a carpenter named Ge. At that time, the Town God Temple was being built in the county. Every night when I go out, I have to walk back and forth on the mound between Zhiyang Mountain and Qinglong Mountain. At that time, Zhiyang Mountain and Qinglong Mountain were connected. The mound between these two mountains is like two close and warm sisters, holding hands tightly. This can be bitter for Qingyang River. The mound blocked the way, so we had to turn east, and then we could turn north and go straight to the sea.

It's not that the river doesn't want to scour the mound, but that the mound is covered with weeds and trees, especially kudzu vine, which has not been cut down all the year round. The underground and the ground are intertwined and spread endlessly. It is really like a natural barrier, protecting the earth and hills, not afraid of wind and rain, not afraid of river erosion

One night, carpenter Ge had a strange dream that a green dragon was handing him over and said, "Do you drink Yanghe water every day?" The carpenter nodded and said yes. "What about the river?" Clear and sweet. ""That's my incarnation. I am the son of the Dragon King of Beihai. " The carpenter quickly knelt down and kowtowed, asking the Dragon King to bless him. Qinglong said, "Now I'm not blessing you, but I'm asking you for help. "The carpenter got a fright and still couldn't afford to kneel. Qinglong said, "I have to go home several times a year, so it is inconvenient to make a detour." "Now I ask you to help me build a road. Hey! Is between Zhiyang Mountain and Qinglong Mountain, open a passage, let me go straight to the sea. Will you help? " "Why did you ask for me just now?" "Because your surname is Ge." "But I'm just an ordinary person! There is nothing but an axe saw and a chisel. " Right, right! I just need your axe to help. ""no! Don't! Don't! You still spare the king! " The carpenter thought for a moment. Only people in the world ask God, how can God ask for help? He can manage himself as a carpenter, so how can he help the dragon king? Didn't you kill yourself? Thinking of this, he broke out in a cold sweat and kowtowed again and again, saying, "The Dragon King is merciful, please ask someone who has the ability to do such an important thing! "I am a small craftsman, how dare I disrespect God?" Seeing that he refused blindly, Qinglong said angrily, "You must help Carpenter Ge in this matter. If you refuse again, it's just to embarrass me. The corpse craftsman will beg, and Qinglong will force him to come. The carpenter let out a cry of fear and woke up from his dream. Only when he saw a bright moonlight shining on the window did he realize that it was just a dream.

He didn't mind lying down and sleeping, but he had the same dream. It's the same dragon. I came to ask him for help in monasticism. He couldn't sleep any more. He got up and smoked bags of cigarettes until dawn, and he didn't understand what this dream meant.

It was a little late that day, and he didn't sleep well at night. He staggered in the dark and tripped over something while crossing the mound. "What bad luck! Fall on the familiar road! " Carpenter Ge was very angry. When he got up, he saw that it was a big kudzu vine with a thick bowl. He was very surprised. What happened? I walk by here every day. Why have I never seen a big kudzu vine here? Maybe there is too much rain, and this kudzu vine grows too fast. If it is not removed, it will inevitably suffer in the future! Thinking of this, he picked up the carpenter's spear with him and cut off the big kudzu vine.

That night, Carpenter Ge dreamed of Qinglong again. This time, Qinglong was all smiles: "Wow! Wow! Wow! I came to thank you for helping me get rid of the roadblock king. " "Lu Wang?" "yes! The root of your plane is King Ge, and only the name Ge can be removed. "Thank you for your great help," said the corpse, "but somehow, you pushed the carpenter Agger." . Carpenter Ge woke up. At this time, I saw a strong wind outside, lightning and thunder, and heavy rain poured down. Carpenter Ge fell asleep again. At this time, I saw Qinglong again. He rode the surging Qingyang River, calling for fish, turtles, shrimps and crabs to cast spells together and pounce on the mound. Crabs cut off thorns and weeds with big clips in front; A big black loach more than 20 feet long, sweeping the soil with its back; An old tortoise with a big millstone stood up and pushed the water to catch the waves. Go, go. After a while, a big hole was opened in the mound. The flood is like a runaway wild horse, heading straight for the North Sea. When carpenter Ge woke up again, he only heard a flood in Qingyang River. He wants to work in the city, but he can't stand those dirty hills any longer. That mound no longer exists, and there is only a wide river between the two mountains. Qingyang River has changed its course, and the new channel no longer bends, but flows northward to the sea, which is today's Neijia River.