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Jinan Taoist people, I don't know who they are, and their surnames are unknown. In winter and summer, there is only a single silk shirt, tied with yellow silk, and there is no other hakama. Every time you comb your hair with a half-comb, that is, you will have it in a bun like a crown. Day barefoot in the market; Lying on the street at night, a few feet away from your body, the ice and snow are gone. When I first came, I made illusions on people, and the people in the city fought for it. There is a scoundrel in Jingqu, leaving wine behind, asking for his skills, and Fu Xu.
The Taoist bathed in Hejin and hugged his clothes to threaten him. The Taoist said: "Please give it back, and don't be stingy." "The scoundrels are afraid of it and refuse to let go. The Taoist said: "If you don't teach each other? He said, "Yes." "The Taoist is silent; Seeing that the yellow silk turned into a snake, it could be counted and held, and it circled its body six or seven turns, raised its head angrily, and stuck out its tongue to each other. A certain stunned, kneeling, blue and short, only begging for life. The Taoist is the one who takes the silk. It is not a snake; Another snake snaked into the city. It is beneficial from the name of the Taoist. When the gentleman's family heard the difference, they recruited and traveled, and since then they have been back and forth to Mr. Xiang's door. Division, Taoism is all its name, every banquet set, often to the Taoist from. One day, the Taoist asked for a drink from the constitution at the water pavilion. To the deadline, each in the desk to get the Taoist quick passenger letter, but also do not know the reason. The officials went to the banquet hall, and the Taoist came out to greet them. Once entered, the empty pavilion was silent, and the couch was not set up, and it was suspected of being delusional. The Taoist Gu Guanzai said: "The poor road has no servants, and it is troublesome to borrow all the subordinates, and the young generations are running." "The officials made a promise.
The Taoist painted a double door on the wall and used his hands to make it. There is a person who answers the door, and the vibrating tube rises. If you look forward to it, you will see those who are longing coming and going; There are several screen beds, and there are also many of them. i.e. someone outside the portal. The Taoist ordered the officials to take over the pavilion and instructed them not to communicate with their insiders. The two were taught, but they smiled. In an instant, the pavilion was full of furnishings, and it was extremely luxurious. Even if the wine is scattered, the heat is scorching, and it is passed out from the wall. The guests were all amazed. Pavilion is behind the lake, every June, dozens of hectares of lotus, endless. At the time of the banquet, Fang Lingdong, outside the window, there was only smoke and green. An official puppet sighed: "This day's best collection, but unfortunately there is no lotus dot!" "All are the only ones. After a while, a green-clothed official ran white: "The lotus leaves are full of ponds!" "One was shocked. Push the window and look at it, and see the green onions, and the occasional flowers. In an instant, thousands of branches and thousands of flowers bloomed together, the wind blew, and the lotus fragrance refreshed the brain. The crowd thinks it is different.
Send officials to pick lotus. I saw the officials in the depths of the flowers; After a few returns, come to see you with white hands. Official. The official said: "The villain went by boat and saw the flowers in the distance; Gradually to the north shore, and then turn far away in the south. The Taoist smiled and said: "This dream is empty." "There is nothing, the wine is gone, and the lotus is withered; The north wind rose suddenly, breaking the lotus cover, and there was no return. Jidong observed the public very happy, brought back to the office, and played with the day.
One day, the public and the guest drink. There is a family heirloom, and every bucket is the rate, and he refuses to drink waste. On this day, the guests drink it willingly, and the solid rope is poured. Gongjian is full of words. The Taoist smiled and said: "You must be full of gluttony, and you can ask for poverty." "Welcome. The Taoist put the pot into the sleeve, carved out less, and poured it all over the seat, which is no different from the public collection. Let's have fun. The public is suspicious, and when you look at the wine pipe, it is sealed as if it is empty. The heart is ashamed and angry, insisting on being a demon, and flogging it. The rod is added, and the public feels a violent pain; Plus, the buttocks are ** split. Although the Taoist voice was hoarse, he observed that he had already sat down. But he did not flog, and ordered to go. The Taoist then left the Jiji and did not know where to go. Later, someone met in Jinling, dressed as before. When asked, he smiled silently.
Translations. There is a Taoist priest in Jinan, I don't know who he is, and I don't know who his surname is. In winter or summer, he always wears a jacket with a yellow belt around his waist, and no other clothes. I usually comb my hair with a half-cut comb, and when I am done, I pull my hair into a bun and pin it with a comb, as if I was wearing a hat. The Taoist priest walked barefoot around the city every day, and slept on the streets at night, the ice and snow a few feet away from his body melted clean.
When the Taoist priest first came to Jinan, he often performed magic tricks for people, and people on the street vied for food. There was a scoundrel in the market, who gave him some wine and wanted to learn magic from him, but the Taoist priest refused. Once, the scoundrel happened to meet a Taoist priest bathing in the river, so he suddenly took his clothes and threatened him. The Taoist priest waved to him and said, "Please give me back my clothes, I will not spare this little magic of mine." The scoundrel was afraid that he would deceive himself, so he held his clothes and refused to put them down. The Taoist priest said, "Do you really not want to pay me back?" The scoundrel said, "No!" The Taoist priest silently stopped talking. After a while, he suddenly saw that the yellow ribbon had turned into a large snake, several thick, and wrapped around the scoundrel's body six or seven times; He raised his head again, spat out red letters, and glared angrily at the scoundrel. The scoundrel was taken aback, and hurriedly fell to his knees, his face was also frightened, and he couldn't breathe, and his mouth shouted for mercy. The Taoist priest grabbed the yellow belt, but it was not a snake. Another snake crawled into the city by its twists and turns.
Since then, the Taoist priest has become more famous. The gentry had heard of his strange skills. They all invited him to mingle with him, and since then Taoist priests have been in and out of the homes of the rich and noble. Even the prefects of the division and the province heard of his fame, and always invited him to every banquet.
One day, the Taoist priest claimed to hold a banquet in the water pavilion of Daming Lake and invited the governors. On that day, each of the invited guests was given an invitation at their table, but no one knew how the invitation was delivered. The guests rushed to the place where the banquet was held as promised, and the Taoist priest bowed his waist and came out respectfully to greet him. When I walked into the pavilion, I saw nothing, quietly, not even a table or chair. Everyone suspected that the Taoist priest was lying. The Taoist priest said to a few **: "Poor Dao has no servants, and I want to borrow your retinue to help." "* They all agreed. The Taoist priest went to a wall and painted two doors, and then knocked with his hand, and there was a sound of consent from inside the wall, followed by the sound of unlocking, and with a bang, the door opened. Everyone looked inside together, and saw that there were many people rushing back and forth inside, with screens, curtains, beds, tables and chairs.
Someone kept handing out these things, and the retinue of the Taoist priest ordered ** to take them and line them up in the pavilion, and also told them not to talk to the people inside. When the two sides pass things, they just look at each other and smile. In a short time, the pavilion was full of utensils. Then, from inside the door, there was a burst of fragrant wine and steaming food. When the guests saw it, they were all shocked and surprised.
The water pavilion was originally backed by the lake. In midsummer in June, lotus flowers bloom on the surface of dozens of lakes, as far as the eye can see. When the Taoist priest held the banquet, it was the middle of winter, and when he looked out of the window, the green lake was boundless, and only the clear waves were rippling. A guest sighed by chance and said, "Today's event, it's a pity that there is no lotus flower decoration!" "Everybody feels the same way. After a while, a servant in green clothes ran in and said, "The lotus leaves are all over the pond!" The audience was surprised, pushed open the window and looked out, and sure enough, there were green lotus leaves, mixed with countless lotus buds. In an instant, thousands of lotus flowers bloomed together, and the cold north wind blew, sending a refreshing lotus fragrance.
Everyone was amazed, so they sent a servant to pick some lotus seeds in a small boat. From afar, I saw the servant go into the depths of the lotus flower. After a while, the servant returned, and replied empty-handed. When asked why he hadn't picked it, the servant said, "The villain went in a boat, and saw that the lotus flowers were always far away from the front." Paddled all the way to the north shore, and saw lotus flowers blooming far away on the south side of the lake. The Taoist priest smiled and said, "It's just empty flowers in a dream." Soon the feast was over, and the lotus flowers withered. A gust of north wind blew and blew all the remnants of the lotus leaf into the water, and it was no longer visible.
Among the guests, there was a Jidong observer, who liked the Taoist priest's spells very much, and invited him to the official office to have fun every day. One day, the observer drank with the guests, and he had a kind of family heirloom wine, and every time he invited a guest, he would not let the guest drink more. On this day, after the guests drank the wine, they felt that it tasted very beautiful, and after drinking a bucket, they had to drink it again. The observation insisted on not allowing it, saying that the wine was almost gone. The Taoist priest smiled and said to the guest: "You must be addicted to alcohol, and you must be good with me!" The guest asked him for wine. The Taoist priest took the flask and stuffed it into his sleeve; After a while, I took it out and looked at it, and filled it with a pot and poured it for everyone present. The wine in the pot tastes the same as the Observer's wine. So everyone broke up happily. Observing the suspicion, after the guests left, they hurriedly went to look at their own wine jar, and saw that the mouth of the altar was still very tightly sealed, and they shook it when they picked it up, and it was empty, and there was no wine at all. Ashamed and angry, the observer arrested the Taoist priest, said that he was a monster, and ordered someone to beat him with a stick. As soon as the stick hit the Taoist priest, he felt a sharp pain in his buttocks when he observed it; Hit again, and the flesh on the ass felt like it was going to crack. The Taoist priest pretended to be hoarse at the bottom of the steps, but the blood on his buttocks had stained the seat red. The observer had to order not to fight, and drove the Taoist priest out.
Since then, the Taoist priest has left Jinan, and he does not know where to go. Later, someone met him in Jinling, and he was dressed up the same as when he was in Jinan. Ask him what to say, laugh but not answer.
About the Author. Pu Songling (1640 1715), the word Liuxian, the word Jianchen, alias Liuquan Jushi, known as Mr. Liao Zhai, was a native of Zichuan (now Zibo) in Shandong. At an early age, he had a literary name, and he was deeply valued by Shi Yanzhang and Wang Shizhen. Repeatedly applied for the provincial exam, all failed, and became a tribute student at the age of 71. In addition to the middle-aged once as a curtain in Baoying, he lived in the countryside and ended his life as a teacher. The family is poor and has contact with the lives of the people at the bottom. Able to write poetry and slang songs. It has taken decades to write a collection of short stories "Strange Tales from Liaozhai", and has been constantly revised and supplemented. His book uses the style of Tang Legend **, and criticizes the society and politics of the time by talking about foxes and ghosts. He is the author of "Liao Zhai Anthology", "Liao Zhai Poetry Collection", "Liao Zhai Slang Song" and many popular books on agriculture and medicine. There are also more than 400 articles in 13 volumes, more than 900 articles in 8 volumes, more than 100 poems in 1 volume, and 14 kinds of slang songs, 3 operas, and 5 miscellaneous works.