However, there was no Wanshan Bridge at this time more than 400 years ago. Legend has it that it was an autumn and the forest was completely dyed. A woman in rags came all the way from the far south. Her lips are chapped, her face is yellow and emaciated, her bare feet are covered with blood scabs, and her whole body is scarred. When she walked down the slope of Nantah, she was blocked by a deep valley more than ten meters deep and more than thirty meters wide, and the valley was flooded. The woman knelt on the ground and said to the sky, I am Fei Xia, and I walked for half a year before I came here. I must make a pilgrimage to Tsz Shan Monastery before dawn tomorrow, so that I can save my husband's life and ask the merciful Bodhisattva to show me a shortcut to Mount Tai. If I can rescue my husband before dawn tomorrow, I will become a monk and worship the Bodhisattva all my life. Fei Xia said, closing her eyes and bowing. During the first service, she heard the rumble of rolling stones in the distance. Fei Xia didn't open his eyes. She heard people say that she begged the Bodhisattva to close her eyes and meditate. During the second worship, she felt that she was pushed back a few meters by an impulse and fell to the ground on her back. A sharp pain came, but Fei Xia still didn't open his eyes. She just touched her face with her hand and felt hot blood running down her face. Fei Xia found that the place where she kowtowed was not the land, but the stone floor. After cutting three heads, Fei Xia stood up and slowly opened his eyes. She was stunned, and a rainbow-like stone bridge stood above the deep valley.
This bridge is only about seventeen or eighteen meters in size and about three meters in width. It is elegantly and exquisitely located between the two banks. The bridge foundation and arch are made of stone from top to bottom, which are very strong, but they are safe when the raging flood surges down. On both sides of the bridge are bridge railings made of colorful stones. The sun shines on these stones, making the whole valley colorful. The mottled and beautiful maple leaves on the mountain suddenly changed color and were red through the sky. Fei Xia walked carefully to the bridge and saw a rectangular white marble forehead embedded between the south and outer railings of the bridge, with three silver Chinese characters "Wanshan Bridge" on it. Not far below the forehead is a blue-black lion's head, looking down at the torrent of the deep valley with big eyes. It seems to be absorbing all the rivers, and its charm is magnificent. After crossing the bridge, Fei Xia continued along the mountain road and walked northwest for about 5 miles to reach Mount Tai. She burned incense before dawn the next day, made a wish and returned to Wanshan Bridge from the original road.
Fei Xia came to the hillside of Peking University a few meters away from the bridge and sat on a stone. At this time, it was raining cats and dogs, but Fei Xia still didn't move. She sat cross-legged and looked quiet, serene and calm. Ten days later, passers-by found a new bridge here, which made them very happy. After crossing the bridge, they saw a dignified woman sitting on the stone platform at the northern end of the bridge, with her body in peace. The news soon spread all over Shili Eight Villages. People built a stone arch bridge on the stone platform where Fei Xia sat. Since then, Fei Xia at the bridgehead has been called the Buddha. Two pine trees were planted next to the Buddha statue. Now people can see two stout cypress trees in their arms, born symmetrically. Legend has it that Fei Xia's husband knew that Fei Xia meditated here and came here to accompany her.
Visitors to Wanshan Bridge can also see two cypresses guarding a huge granite stone, and the words "the first day of November in the 11th year of Wanli" are engraved on the lower right corner of the rock. After that, people must cross Wanshan Bridge to worship at Cishan Temple, otherwise it is considered insincere. As a result, Wanshan Bridge has become the only way to enter the incense and catch up with the temple fair, and has become a "holy bridge" in the hearts of good men and women. Wanshan Bridge is surrounded by green hills. In spring, apricot flowers and peach blossoms are in full bloom in nearby Shan Ye. In summer, the long stream drinks the gurgling stream lightly. In autumn, the colorful forest is dyed. In winter, the snow bridge is like jade, which makes tourists linger.