Feng Bo
Feng Bo (風伯), or Feng Po is the name for the human form of Fei Lian, the god of the wind. The Chinese "Earl of the Wind", or directly "Uncle Wind", "Elder of the Wind". He carried the wind in a goatskin, which he used to cause mischief. Feng Bo was later transformed into, or replaced by, Feng Po Po, depending on the source.
This can also be a Chinese name for either male or female, but is generally considered masculine (the flat tone is ambiguous).
See also
Feng
Feng may refer to:
- Féng (surname) (wikt:冯 féng 2nd tone "gallop"), very common Chinese surname
- Fèng (surname) (wikt:鳳 fèng 4th tone "phoenix"), relatively common Chinese family name
- Fēng (surname) (wikt:風 fēng 1st tone "wind"), rare Chinese surname
- Fèng (wikt:奉 fèng 4th tone "offer"), rare Chinese surname
Feng (chieftain)
Feng was a legendary Jutish chieftain and the prototype for William Shakespeare's King Claudius. He appears in Chronicon Lethrense and in Saxo Grammaticus' Gesta Danorum (book 3).
The Chronicon Lethrense (and the included Annales Lundenses) tell that the Danish king Rorik Slengeborre put Horwendill and Feng as his rulers in Jutland, and gave his daughter to Horwendill as a reward for his good services. Horwendill and the daughter had the son Amblothe (Hamlet). The jealous Feng killed Horwendill and took his wife. Amblothe understood that his life was in danger and tried to survive by faking insanity. Feng sent Amblothe to the king of Britain with two servants carrying a message that the British king should kill Amblothe. While the servants slept, Amblothe carved off the (probably runic) message and wrote that the servants should be killed and himself married to the king's daughter. The British king did what the message said. Exactly one year later, Feng drank to Amblothe's memory, but Amblothe appeared and killed him.
Feng (mythology)
In Chinese mythology and folklore, Fēng (封, lit. "mound; hump") was an edible monster that resembles a two-eyed lump of meat and magically grows back as fast as it is eaten. Early Chinese texts also referred to this legendary food with the names Shìròu (視肉, "look like meat"), Ròuzhī (肉芝, "meat excrescence"), and Tàisuì (太歲, "great year; Jupiter"). Ròulíngzhī (肉靈芝, "meat Lingzhi mushroom") is a modern name popularized by Chinese news media reporting on purported discoveries of Feng throughout China, including a widely-publicized Xi'an television reporter who misidentified a sex toy as a roulingzhi monster.
Names
Fēng (封, lit. "hump") meant "mound, tumulus, raise a mound; altar; earth up (a plant); wall, bank of field; boundary embankment, fief" in Old Chinese (Schuessler 2007: 237); and means "to seal; bank (a fire); confer (title/territory/etc.) upon, feudal; envelope" in Modern Standard Chinese (DeFrancis 2003: 259). Feng occurs in other Chinese mythological names. Fengzhbu (封豬, with "pig; swine") or Bifeng (伯封, with "elder brother; uncle"), the son of Kui and Xuanqi (玄妻, "Dark Consort"), was named owing to his "swinish" wickedness. Wolfram Eberhard (1968: 59) says, Fengzhu translates "pig with a hump" because feng means "hump", although commentaries often interpret the word as "big".
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