Folk stories about jade

Jade is a very popular gem all over the world. So how much do you know about jade folk stories? The following is a folk story about jade that I compiled for you. Welcome to reading.

A kind of blood jade refers to a kind of red jade produced in the snowy plateau of Tibet, named Gongjue Maqu, commonly known as plateau blood jade, and named after its deep red color. There are few records of this kind of stone. In historical materials, it is only recorded and introduced in the gift list of Songzan Gambu when he married Princess Wencheng in the Tubo era. ? This kind of jade is very rare: the legendary Gongjuema is the goddess of Danglayong Lake. She lives in the square jade palace at the bottom of Lake Danglayong, and the four walls of the palace are of different colors. Red is singing. The song of Gongjuema, that is, when the goddess of provocation sings.

Another kind of blood jade makes people feel a little scary. It refers not only to that kind of jade, but to jade soaked in blood, whether it is jadeite, hetian jade or topaz. If it is really soaked in blood, it is blood jade, and the formation of blood jade is related to the body. When people were buried, jade was forcibly stuffed into the population as jade. If a person has just died, this kind of thing often falls on the throat of the skeleton, which is the most precious of all jade plugs. Pricing by quality, ranging from thousands to millions. Therefore, pseudo-merchants also use similar natural means to make blood jade. Put the jade in the dog's mouth and seal it. After the dog was strangled alive, its bones were buried underground. Dig again decades later, and you will get blood jade. Of course, both human blood and dog blood are psychic (human blood is better), and dog blood jade has resentment in it, which is not good for the wearer. There are so many contemporary blood jade because it is obtained by artificial dyeing. Such jade is not blood jade, and there is no spirituality at all. Now there is another kind of blood jade, the first-class Xinjiang white jade, which is buried under the skin of lamb, so that the blood can penetrate into the jade and be taken out a few years later. This kind of jade is very expensive and rare in the market.

Whether it is mysterious plateau blood red or blood jade stained with human or animal blood, few people have seen this kind of jade, and we read more mysterious legends about blood jade in novels.

According to legend, during the reign of Emperor Han Cheng, immortals passed by here. When he saw the excellent scenery and the deep hole for practice, he left an invisible monastery. Soon, his two brothers, who were officials in Kyoto, resigned and came here to study Taoism. While learning Taoism, the three brothers dug roads, cut down trees and built temples, hence the name Maoxian Ancient Cave.

This cave is located on Yan Di Mountain at the southern end of Fengtai County. The water of Huaihe River slowly flows northward along the foot of the mountain, and the scenery is very beautiful. I remember when I was in primary school, every spring outing, the school organized a trip to the ancient cave in Maoxian County, and every spring outing was very happy. Maybe I didn't know what scenery to enjoy at that time, but I was more concerned about a bag of snacks prepared by my parents. Now that I have grown up, I seldom go to this scenic spot again, because I don't expect snacks full of schoolbags, and I don't have any yearning for this beautiful scenic spot.

On the third day of New Year's Eve, You Xing Dafa relived this scene with his wife Peggy.

In the clear sky view, the good man and the faithful woman are incense to the statue, and my lovely Peggy is staring at the good man and the faithful woman with incense in her hand. Maybe she's embarrassed to kowtow to the fairy. I saw her quietly move to the edge of the altar, secretly put incense in the incense burner, and then pretended as if nothing had happened to go to another altar to repeat the action just now, while I hid and watched her funny actions and smiled.

When I came to Sanxian Temple, the main hall of the ancient cave in Maoxian County, I saw a group of people surrounded by a Taoist priest. On the table in front of me, there were signs and linen photo albums, which seemed to tell fortune. Peggy saw it and called her a divination, so we went to the front line.

I accompanied Peggy into this superstitious crowd, surrounded by incense and boredom. At this moment, I suddenly saw an old man holding a cigarette rod. Intuitively, this cigarette rod was absolutely extraordinary.

The tobacco rod is a foot long. The ashtray is made of brass and covered with patina. The most important thing is the jade cigarette holder and the Yuhuan under the cigarette holder.

I went up to the old man and asked him to lend me a cigarette rod, and he readily agreed. I put the jade cigarette holder and Yuhuan in front of the sun and observed it carefully. This jade should be Xi lantian jade, white in color, with ink in some places. In the sunshine, you can see a good horse in Yu Yan's mouth. If you turn the tobacco rod back and forth, you can see that the good horse is running. The jade ring is more magical. Jade is covered with bloodshot, just like capillaries in the human body. There is a crack in the middle of this jade. It seems that this jade was once broken and then stuck together with some kind of glue.

When I returned the cigarette rod to the old man, I praised the old man and said that these two pieces of jade are the best of all jade. The old man was very happy after hearing this. He rolled up a pot of cigarettes and smoked happily. I immediately asked the old man if there was any allusion to this cigarette rod. The old man knocked on the smoking pot on the stone platform next to him and talked to me.

The old man is a Muslim, and this cigarette rod has been handed down for four generations. The great-grandfather of the old man once served as the second-class official of the Huaihe River in the Qing Dynasty. During his official career, he was honest and clean, and had only one hobby in his life. When he retired to the Qing court and returned to China, Emperor Guangxu read his exploits to Yu Daqing, so he took out the fine jade from Lantian Park in Shaanxi from the state treasury, ordered the Korean jade craftsman to make it into a smoking pot Yuhuan and presented it to him.

When the old man's great-grandfather came back from Kyoto, his entourage used a jade plate as a base, covered with gold wire and Yuhuan tobacco rods, which were inlaid with a bong presented by the emperor and tied in the middle of the jade plate with red silk. Encounter civilians along the way, civilians get off to make way; When meeting a military commander, the military commander dismounted and bowed down. Passing through various counties, local officials sent elite troops to see them off. After returning to Zhoulai County (now called Fengtai County), the county magistrate led the villagers in the county to see them off, and read merits to shadow their children. Since then, the Hui nationality township in Zhoulai has been exempted from all kinds of taxes and fees, and the village is autonomous. Later, after the founding of New China, the government respected the water-using customs of the Hui people, and kept the regulations formulated by the Qing Dynasty, which have been passed down to this day.

After his great-grandfather returned to his hometown, the old man always loved the cigarette rod and never left his hand. Even when he sleeps, he holds the cigarette rod in his arms. After a long time, a white horse looms in the cigarette holder, and Yuhuan is covered with blood. The people in the village were shocked and dispersed, and the villagers in the four townships and eight miles were attracted to watch. Later, thieves even came to visit, but the great-grandfather of the old man was well protected and the thief failed. The village had to set up a guard team near his residence. In grandfather's uncle's later years, the old man became eccentric because he was deeply worried about the theft of tobacco rods, and tobacco rods were no longer on display. More people who have never seen a cigarette rod can only hear it through hearsay, and cigarette holders and Yuhuan are even more fascinated by the people.

Before his great-grandfather died, he repeatedly asked his descendants to take the cigarette rod into the grave as a funerary object after his death. However, at that time, the world was in chaos, foreign enemies invaded and the Qing government was in turmoil. In order to prevent this treasure from being stolen, it was inherited by its eldest son, the grandfather of the old man.

The situation has changed a lot since the old man's grandfather inherited the tobacco rod. First, the Qing government was overthrown, warlords scuffled, and then the Japanese invaders invaded our country. The grandfather of the old man is in the prime of life, with the blood of his ancestors and a patriotic heart, but he has done nothing in this turbulent country.

Because the Kuomintang troops adopted a policy of non-resistance and sometimes interfered with the war of resistance, the Japanese aggressors marched all the way into northern Anhui. At that time, the puppet government officials in Zhoulai County escaped, and then a team of Japanese aggressors occupied Zhoulai.

The Japanese invaders came out to mop up during the day and did everything. At night, he hid in a gun house built on the Yan Di Mountain and set up a machine gun on the roof.

One night, the old man's grandfather quietly touched the mountain with a homemade mine. He wanted to touch the turret at night and send the Japanese aggressors and the turret to the west together. However, when we were about to go to the front, we were discovered by the cunning Japanese invaders. A row of cold gunfire swept at the old man's feet on the roof, and then we heard the Japanese invaders shouting? Eight roads? Rushed out of the turret with a bayonet rifle. Seeing that the situation was not good, the old man's grandfather dropped the mine, turned around and ran along the endless mountains of Yan Di, listening to bullets flying by his ears as he ran? Hey? Passing by, the old man's grandfather ran faster and faster on the Jianshan Mountain, as if being held by something, leaving the Japanese aggressors far behind.

When he ran back to the village, the old man's grandfather was surprised to find that he ran all the way back with a gun and bullets, not only unscathed, but also did not even take a breath in the atmosphere, and could not help secretly marveling. After returning home, the old man's grandfather took out a cigarette rod from his pocket and rolled a bag of cigarettes, but suddenly found that the white horse on the cigarette holder was gone, leaving only a shallow trace. The old man's grandfather suddenly realized. It turned out that the white horse in the cigarette mouth ran for him that night.

Early the next morning, they, the devil's lair who almost got on a dirt plane, opened the way with a motor tricycle with a machine gun and returned home triumphantly along the villages around Yandi Mountain. It seems that they are coming for the man who attacked them yesterday.

When the Japanese entered the village, the villagers were still cooking, feeding the pigs and milking the children. The devils kicked open the doors of every household, drove the villagers in shock to the wheat drying field, and threatened to bury the whole village alive if they didn't hand over the bandits who attacked Taijun last night. While speaking, some Japanese invaders have found shovels and pickaxes from villagers' homes and started digging holes. In order to avoid accidentally injuring the villagers, the old man's righteous grandfather stood up on the spot and told the devil what happened last night. Hearing this, a leading devil raised his hand and killed the old man's grandfather. The old man's grandfather fell to the ground, clutching his chest, and blood flowed from his fingers. After the old grandfather fell to the ground, the devils did not embarrass other villagers. The whole team of devils dispersed to the village to catch some chickens and ducks, and then left with some pigs.

After the devil left, the villagers hurried to save the old man's grandfather, but the old man's grandfather sat up from the ground and told everyone that he was not dead, just a Yuhuan on a cigarette rod. Then he took a cigarette rod out of his pocket. The Yuhuan on the cigarette rod has been shot in half by the devil. The color of Yuhuan has turned white, and there is no blood at all. It turns out that the blood flowing out of the old man's grandfather's chest just now is from Yuhuan.

After returning home, the old man's grandfather told his children and grandchildren that the two pieces of jade on this cigarette rod were Baoyu, and he actually saved his life for one day and two nights. He told his children and grandchildren that this cigarette rod will be handed down from generation to generation as a family heirloom from now on, and asked all generations of children and grandchildren to love it as much as their own lives.

After the cigarette rod reached the old man's father's hand, the Yuhuan, which had been shot, had been glued with boiled glue, and the cigarette rod was held in his hand for a long time every day. These two dead jade pieces absorbed human spirituality and gradually began to revive. The white horse on the cigarette holder is clearer, and the blood in Yuhuan is thicker. After really getting into the hands of the old man, both the cigarette holder and Yuhuan have recovered their spirits in the hands of their great-grandfather in their early years.

After telling the story of the cigarette rod in his hand, the old man smiled proudly, then lit a pot of tobacco and smoked it. I tentatively asked the old man if I could pay for the cigarette rod. Hearing this, the old man stood up angrily, put the ashtray on the stone platform and knocked it, then asked me, honey, I'll pay for your life. Will you sell it?

The old man said that and turned away. I stood there looking at the back of this strange old man. On the way, the old man suddenly stopped, raised his cigarette rod and said to me, honey, the old man didn't keep this cigarette rod for money. It was handed down by my ancestors, so I'm relieved to stay with him. Actually, it was just a mistake. ?

After that, the old man knocked on the ash on the tree next to him and walked away leisurely.

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