話說濟公把趙文會之母治好，還有六歲孩兒求濟公治。濟公說：「我可能治，就是藥引子難找，非有五十二歲男子，還得是五月初五日生人。十九歲女子，八月初五日生人。二人的眼淚合藥，纔可治好。」蘇北山、李懷春見和尚真有來歷，便問和尚在哪裏住？貴上下怎麼稱呼？和尚全皆說明。趙文會至外面派家人找五十二歲男子，五月初五日生人。眾人覓問一回，就連本宅及外來親友家人皆沒有。歲數對了，生日不對﹔日月對了，年紀不對。大眾直找至門口，見外面站了一人，年約半百以外。家人趙連升忙過去抱拳拱手，說：「老兄貴姓？」那人說：「我姓董名士宏，本錢塘人氏，在這裏等人。」家人說：「老兄五十二歲嗎？」答曰：「不差。」又說：「五月初五日生辰嗎？」答曰：「不差。」家人忙過去一拉，說：「董爺你跟我來，我家主人有請。」董士宏說：「貴主人怎麼認得我？你說給我聽再去。」家人就把找藥引子之故，說了一番。那董士宏就跟他到了裏面，見了濟公、趙文會等，家人回明皆引見了。濟公說：「快去找十九歲女子，八月初五日生人來。」董士宏一聽，這歲數及生日，合他女兒一般，心中輾側不安。祇見家人進來說：「姑奶奶的丫鬟春娘是十九歲，八月初五日生辰，把他找來了。」祇見由外面進來一個女子，董士宏一看，是自己的女兒，心中一慘，落下淚來。姑娘一看是他父親，也就啼哭。和尚哈哈大笑說：「善哉！善哉！我今一舉三得，三全其美。」伸手取出藥來，托在手中，叫家人用二人淚水化下藥，叫人給趙公子灌下去。少時神清氣爽，病症全好。
话说济公把赵文会之母治好，还有六岁孩儿求济公治。济公说：「我可能治，就是药引子难找，非有五十二岁男子，还得是五月初五日生人。十九岁女子，八月初五日生人。二人的眼泪合药，才可治好。」苏北山、李怀春见和尚真有来历，便问和尚在哪里住？贵上下怎么称呼？和尚全皆说明。赵文会至外面派家人找五十二岁男子，五月初五日生人。众人觅问一回，就连本宅及外来亲友家人皆没有。岁数对了，生日不对﹔日月对了，年纪不对。大众直找至门口，见外面站了一人，年约半百以外。家人赵连升忙过去抱拳拱手，说：「老兄贵姓？」那人说：「我姓董名士宏，本钱塘人氏，在这里等人。」家人说：「老兄五十二岁吗？」答曰：「不差。」又说：「五月初五日生辰吗？」答曰：「不差。」家人忙过去一拉，说：「董爷你跟我来，我家主人有请。」董士宏说：「贵主人怎么认得我？你说给我听再去。」家人就把找药引子之故，说了一番。那董士宏就跟他到了里面，见了济公、赵文会等，家人回明皆引见了。济公说：「快去找十九岁女子，八月初五日生人来。」董士宏一听，这岁数及生日，合他女儿一般，心中辗侧不安。祇见家人进来说：「姑奶奶的丫鬟春娘是十九岁，八月初五日生辰，把他找来了。」祇见由外面进来一个女子，董士宏一看，是自己的女儿，心中一惨，落下泪来。姑娘一看是他父亲，也就啼哭。和尚哈哈大笑说：「善哉！善哉！我今一举三得，三全其美。」伸手取出药来，托在手中，叫家人用二人泪水化下药，叫人给赵公子灌下去。少时神清气爽，病症全好。
Now, Ji Gong had cured Zhao Wenhui’s mother, and there was still the six-year-old boy, for whom they begged Ji Gong’s help. “I can cure him all right,” Ji Gong said. “It’s just that the guide ingredient for the medicine is hard to find. I need a man of fifty-two who was born on the fifth day of the fifth month, and a girl of nineteen born on the fifth day of the eighth month. Mix the medicine with the tears of those two, and then he can be cured.” Su Beishan and Li Huaichun, seeing that the monk really was somebody, asked him where he lived and how he should be addressed, and the monk told them everything. Zhao Wenhui went outside and sent his servants to look for a man of fifty-two born on the fifth day of the fifth month. They went about asking for a while, but there was no such man, neither in the household itself nor among the relatives and friends who had come or their servants. Where the age was right, the birthday was wrong; where the day and month were right, the age was wrong. The search took them all the way to the gate, and there they saw a man standing outside, a little past fifty by the look of him. The servant Zhao Liansheng hurried over, cupped his fist in salute and said, “May I ask your name, sir?” “My name is Dong Shihong,” the man said. “I’m from Qiantang. I’m waiting here for someone.” “Would you be fifty-two, sir?” said the servant. “That’s right.” “And born on the fifth day of the fifth month?” “That’s right.” The servant hurried up and took him by the arm. “Master Dong, come with me. My master asks for you.” “How does your master know me?” said Dong Shihong. “Tell me first, and then I’ll go.” So the servant told him all about the search for the guide ingredient. Dong Shihong followed him inside and met Ji Gong, Zhao Wenhui and the others; the servant made his report and introduced him all round. “Quick,” said Ji Gong, “go and find a girl of nineteen, born on the fifth day of the eighth month.” When Dong Shihong heard this — the very age and birthday of his own daughter — he turned it over and over in his mind and could not rest. Then a servant came in and said, “Chunniang, maid to the married lady of the family, is nineteen and was born on the fifth day of the eighth month. We’ve brought her.” A girl came in from outside. Dong Shihong looked: it was his own daughter. His heart wrenched, and the tears fell. When the girl saw it was her father, she began to weep too. The monk roared with laughter. “Excellent! Excellent! With one move I’ve gained three things — three good ends served at once.” He reached out, took out his medicine and held it on his palm. He had a servant dissolve it in the tears of the two of them and told them to pour it down young Master Zhao’s throat. In a little while the boy’s head cleared, his breathing eased, and his illness was gone entirely.
和尚告訴趙文會董士宏丟銀子上吊，自己救他父女團圓之故。趙文會幫了董士宏一百兩銀子，把春娘教他領去，自給姑奶奶再買一個使女。李懷春一問和尚，方知和尚是靈隱寺濟公長老。蘇北山過來給和尚行禮，求慈悲慈悲，給母親治病。和尚站起身來說：「我到你家裏去吧。」蘇北山說：「很好。」趙文會也不好相留，拿出白銀百兩，給濟公作衣服。和尚說：「你如謝我，附耳過來，如此如此。」趙文會說：「師父請放寬心，我是日必到。」說完，同蘇北山出了趙宅。董士宏父女謝濟公送走不提。
和尚告诉赵文会董士宏丢银子上吊，自己救他父女团圆之故。赵文会帮了董士宏一百两银子，把春娘教他领去，自给姑奶奶再买一个使女。李怀春一问和尚，方知和尚是灵隐寺济公长老。苏北山过来给和尚行礼，求慈悲慈悲，给母亲治病。和尚站起身来说：「我到你家里去吧。」苏北山说：「很好。」赵文会也不好相留，拿出白银百两，给济公作衣服。和尚说：「你如谢我，附耳过来，如此如此。」赵文会说：「师父请放宽心，我是日必到。」说完，同苏北山出了赵宅。董士宏父女谢济公送走不提。
The monk told Zhao Wenhui how Dong Shihong had lost his silver and tried to hang himself, and how he himself had saved him and brought father and daughter together again. Zhao Wenhui gave Dong Shihong a hundred taels of silver to help him and let him take Chunniang away with him; he would buy the lady another maid himself. When Li Huaichun asked, he learned that the monk was Ji Gong, the elder of Lingyin Temple. Su Beishan came over, bowed to the monk and begged him to have mercy and cure his mother. The monk stood up. “I’ll go to your house, then.” “Very good,” said Su Beishan. Zhao Wenhui could not very well press him to stay. He brought out a hundred taels of white silver for Ji Gong to have some clothes made. “If you want to thank me,” the monk said, “lend me your ear.” And he whispered thus and thus. “Set your mind at rest, Master,” said Zhao Wenhui. “I’ll be sure to come that day.” With that the monk left the Zhao house with Su Beishan. Dong Shihong and his daughter thanked Ji Gong and saw him off, and of them no more need be said.
且說和尚到了蘇北山家中書房落坐。和尚問蘇北山：「令堂老太太之病，可曾請人治過？」蘇北山說：「實不相瞞，請過多少先生皆不行。前者有一位神醫活人湯萬方先生給治，並未見好。又轉請李先生給治，也不見效。皆說上歲數人，氣血兩虧，不能扶養也。我也盡人力憑天命。今日得遇聖僧，真乃三生有幸，該當老母沉痾痊癒。」說著，就同和尚出了書房，來至青竹軒西院上房門首，是路北五間，至內落坐。祇見老太太在床上躺著，那些婆子、丫鬟均站旁邊，笑和尚身上破爛不堪。和尚說：「你等休笑我這件衣服，且聽我道來：
『世人休笑僧衣破，本來面目世上無。』」
家人獻上茶，濟公掏出一塊藥，托在手中。蘇北山一見，其黑似檳榔，異香扑鼻，伸手接了靈丹妙藥，問：「此藥何名？」濟公說：「那是我和尚的妙藥，名叫要命丹。比如人要該死，吃了我這藥去，把命要回來，又名伸腿瞪眼丸。」蘇北山用水化開，給他母親灌下去，少刻老太太病症痊癒。
且说和尚到了苏北山家中书房落坐。和尚问苏北山：「令堂老太太之病，可曾请人治过？」苏北山说：「实不相瞒，请过多少先生皆不行。前者有一位神医活人汤万方先生给治，并未见好。又转请李先生给治，也不见效。皆说上岁数人，气血两亏，不能扶养也。我也尽人力凭天命。今日得遇圣僧，真乃三生有幸，该当老母沉疴痊愈。」说着，就同和尚出了书房，来至青竹轩西院上房门首，是路北五间，至内落坐。祇见老太太在床上躺着，那些婆子、丫鬟均站旁边，笑和尚身上破烂不堪。和尚说：「你等休笑我这件衣服，且听我道来：
『世人休笑僧衣破，本来面目世上无。』」
家人献上茶，济公掏出一块药，托在手中。苏北山一见，其黑似槟榔，异香扑鼻，伸手接了灵丹妙药，问：「此药何名？」济公说：「那是我和尚的妙药，名叫要命丹。比如人要该死，吃了我这药去，把命要回来，又名伸腿瞪眼丸。」苏北山用水化开，给他母亲灌下去，少刻老太太病症痊愈。
Now, the monk came to Su Beishan’s house and sat down in the study. “Has anyone treated your honoured mother’s illness?” the monk asked. “To tell you the truth,” said Su Beishan, “I’ve called in I don’t know how many doctors, and none of them could do anything. Some time ago a miracle doctor who brings people back to life, Tang Wanfang, treated her, and she got no better. Then I asked Li Huaichun instead, and that did no good either. They all said that at her age her blood and breath are both spent, and there is no building them up again. I have done all a man can do and left the rest to Heaven. To meet you today, holy monk, is the luck of three lifetimes. My old mother’s long illness must be meant to mend.” As he spoke, he led the monk out of the study to the door of the main rooms in the west courtyard of the Qingzhu Studio, five bays on the north side of the path, and they went in and sat down. The old lady lay on her bed, with the serving women and maids standing round, laughing at the monk for his tattered clothes. “Don’t you laugh at this robe of mine,” the monk said. “Just listen to what I have to say:
‘Men of the world, don’t laugh that a monk’s robe is torn;your original face is nowhere in this world.’”
A servant brought tea. Ji Gong took out a piece of medicine and held it on his palm. Su Beishan saw that it was black as betel nut, with a strange fragrance that filled the nose. He reached out and took the wondrous elixir. “What is this medicine called?” “That’s this monk’s wonder drug,” said Ji Gong. “It’s called the Life-Demanding Elixir. Say a man is due to die: he takes this medicine of mine, and it demands his life back. It also goes by the name of the Stretch-and-Stare Pill.” Su Beishan dissolved it in water and poured it down his mother’s throat, and in a little while the old lady was cured.
蘇北山吩咐擺酒，請和尚在書房之內，落坐吃酒，談論些古往今來之事。濟公胸藏錦繡，滿腹經綸。蘇北山方知是一位世外高人，便拜和尚為老師，要給和尚換衣服。濟公一概不要，說：「你要謝我，祇須如此這般。我要走了。」蘇北山說：「師父，我這裏就同你老人家俗家一般，哪時願意來，哪時就來，在我家住著。」和尚答應說：「好說，我今天回廟去了。」和尚出了蘇宅，到街市之上，口唱狂歌說：
苏北山吩咐摆酒，请和尚在书房之内，落坐吃酒，谈论些古往今来之事。济公胸藏锦绣，满腹经纶。苏北山方知是一位世外高人，便拜和尚为老师，要给和尚换衣服。济公一概不要，说：「你要谢我，祇须如此这般。我要走了。」苏北山说：「师父，我这里就同你老人家俗家一般，哪时愿意来，哪时就来，在我家住着。」和尚答应说：「好说，我今天回庙去了。」和尚出了苏宅，到街市之上，口唱狂歌说：
Su Beishan ordered wine set out and invited the monk to sit and drink in the study, where they talked of things ancient and modern. Ji Gong had brocade stored in his breast and statecraft filling his belly. Only then did Su Beishan realize that here was a master from beyond the world. He took the monk as his teacher and wanted to give him new clothes. Ji Gong would have none of it. “If you want to thank me,” he said, “just do thus and so. I must be going.” “Master,” said Su Beishan, “think of my house as the family home you left behind. Come whenever you like, and stay here with us.” “Kind of you,” the monk answered. “Today I’m going back to the temple.” He left the Su residence, and out in the streets he sang a wild song:
自古當年笑五侯，含花逞錦最風流。如今聲勢歸何處？孤家斜陽漫對愁。嗟我兒輩且修修，世事如同水上鷗。因循迷途歸願路，打破迷關一筆勾。
自古当年笑五侯，含花逞锦最风流。如今声势归何处？孤家斜阳漫对愁。嗟我儿辈且修修，世事如同水上鸥。因循迷途归愿路，打破迷关一笔勾。
Since ancient times men have laughed at the Five Marquises,decked in flowers, flaunting brocade, the gayest of them all.Where has all their power and pomp gone now?A lonely house faces its grief in the slanting sun.Alas, my children, set about your cultivation;the affairs of the world are gulls upon the water.You who drift down the lost road, come back to the road of your vow;break through the pass of delusion and strike it all out at a stroke.
濟公回到廟中，他在大碑樓上睡覺。廣亮要害濟公長老，以報前仇，知道濟公在大碑樓上睡覺，派徒弟必清夜內放火燒死濟公。頭次放火，被濟公一泡尿，撒了小和尚一腦袋，把火澆滅。二次又放火，把大碑樓點著了，祇見烈焰騰空，火光大作。有詩為證：
济公回到庙中，他在大碑楼上睡觉。广亮要害济公长老，以报前仇，知道济公在大碑楼上睡觉，派徒弟必清夜内放火烧死济公。头次放火，被济公一泡尿，撒了小和尚一脑袋，把火浇灭。二次又放火，把大碑楼点着了，祇见烈焰腾空，火光大作。有诗为证：
Ji Gong went back to the temple and slept up in the Great Stele Tower. Guangliang wanted to do away with Ji Gong to pay off an old score. Knowing that Ji Gong slept up in the Great Stele Tower, he sent his disciple Biqing to set a fire in the night and burn Ji Gong to death. The first time the fire was set, Ji Gong let fly a stream of piss that soaked the little monk’s head and put it out. The second time, the Great Stele Tower caught; the flames leapt into the sky and the blaze roared. There is a poem to prove it:
凡引星星之火，勾出離部無情，隨風照耀顯威能，烈焰騰空勢猛。祇聽忽忽聲響，沖霄密布煙升，滿天遍地赤通紅，畫閣雕梁無影。
凡引星星之火，勾出离部无情，随风照耀显威能，烈焰腾空势猛。祇听忽忽声响，冲霄密布烟升，满天遍地赤通红，画阁雕梁无影。
All it takes is a tiny spark to call up the pitiless powers of Li; riding the wind, it blazes and shows its might, fierce flames soaring into the sky.Hear only the roar and rush of it, thick smoke climbing to the clouds; the whole sky, the whole earth glowing red, painted halls and carved beams gone without a trace.
這大火一起，廟中眾僧皆起來說：「不好了，快救火！瘋和尚道濟在樓上睡覺，要被火燒死！也該遇著劫吧。」大眾把火救滅，監寺廣亮以為這次把瘋和尚燒死，無人知覺，正喜悅之間，祇見濟公由大雄寶殿出來，哈哈大笑說：「人叫人死不肯，天叫人死有何難？」廣亮一見濟公沒死，心中不悅。他至方丈那裏回話，說：「火燒大碑樓，理應治罪於他。」老方丈說：「火燒大碑樓，此乃天意。與道濟何干？」廣亮回稟方丈：「國有王法，廟有清規。咱這廟內一人點燈，眾人皆點燈，按時刻吃齋睡覺。道濟點燈火不息，連夜點燈，凡火接引神火，有犯清規，理應治罪於他，砸毀衣缽戒牒，逐出廟外，不准為僧。」老方丈說：「太重，派他募化重修可也。」吩咐：「叫道濟進來見我。」不多時，祇見濟公從外面進來，立在方丈面前打一問訊，說：「老和尚在上，我問訊了。」方丈說：「道濟，你不守清規，火燒大碑樓，派你化緣重修此樓，必得一萬兩銀子工程。問你師兄給你多少日子期限。」濟公說：「師兄，你給我幾日期限？」廣亮說：「三年你可化來一萬兩銀子嗎？」濟公說：「不行，太遠，還得說近著些日期。」廣亮說：「一年你化一萬兩銀子，修大碑樓工程，行了嗎？」濟公說：「不行，還遠，你往近說吧。」廣亮又說：「半年吧。」他搖頭還說近些。廣亮說：「一月。」濟公仍嫌遠。廣亮說：「一天你化一萬兩銀子可行嗎？」濟公說：「一天化一萬兩銀子，你去化吧，我不行。」濟公說罷，哈哈大笑。眾僧皆議論道：「一百天限期，叫他去化。如化了一萬兩銀子，將功折罪。」濟公也答應，每日出去化緣，在臨安捨藥救人，普渡眾生，記名徒弟收了無數。裝瘋作傻，也不露本來面目。
这大火一起，庙中众僧皆起来说：「不好了，快救火！疯和尚道济在楼上睡觉，要被火烧死！也该遇着劫吧。」大众把火救灭，监寺广亮以为这次把疯和尚烧死，无人知觉，正喜悦之间，祇见济公由大雄宝殿出来，哈哈大笑说：「人叫人死不肯，天叫人死有何难？」广亮一见济公没死，心中不悦。他至方丈那里回话，说：「火烧大碑楼，理应治罪于他。」老方丈说：「火烧大碑楼，此乃天意。与道济何干？」广亮回禀方丈：「国有王法，庙有清规。咱这庙内一人点灯，众人皆点灯，按时刻吃斋睡觉。道济点灯火不息，连夜点灯，凡火接引神火，有犯清规，理应治罪于他，砸毁衣钵戒牒，逐出庙外，不准为僧。」老方丈说：「太重，派他募化重修可也。」吩咐：「叫道济进来见我。」不多时，祇见济公从外面进来，立在方丈面前打一问讯，说：「老和尚在上，我问讯了。」方丈说：「道济，你不守清规，火烧大碑楼，派你化缘重修此楼，必得一万两银子工程。问你师兄给你多少日子期限。」济公说：「师兄，你给我几日期限？」广亮说：「三年你可化来一万两银子吗？」济公说：「不行，太远，还得说近着些日期。」广亮说：「一年你化一万两银子，修大碑楼工程，行了吗？」济公说：「不行，还远，你往近说吧。」广亮又说：「半年吧。」他摇头还说近些。广亮说：「一月。」济公仍嫌远。广亮说：「一天你化一万两银子可行吗？」济公说：「一天化一万两银子，你去化吧，我不行。」济公说罢，哈哈大笑。众僧皆议论道：「一百天限期，叫他去化。如化了一万两银子，将功折罪。」济公也答应，每日出去化缘，在临安舍药救人，普渡众生，记名徒弟收了无数。装疯作傻，也不露本来面目。
When the great fire broke out, all the monks of the temple got up. “This is terrible! Quick, put the fire out! The mad monk Daoji is asleep up in the tower — he’ll be burned to death! Well, maybe it’s his fated calamity.” Together they put the fire out. The prior, Guangliang, thought that this time the mad monk had been burned to death with no one the wiser, and he was just rejoicing when he saw Ji Gong come out of the Main Hall, roaring with laughter. “When man wants a man dead, it won’t happen. When Heaven wants a man dead, what could be easier?” Seeing that Ji Gong was not dead, Guangliang was put out. He went to the abbot to report. “He burned down the Great Stele Tower. He ought to be punished for it.” “The burning of the Great Stele Tower was Heaven’s will,” said the old abbot. “What has it to do with Daoji?” Guangliang answered the abbot: “The state has its royal laws and the temple has its monastic rules. In this temple, when one lights his lamp, all light their lamps, and we eat our meals and go to sleep at the set hours. Daoji never lets his lamp go out — he keeps it burning all night long — and the earthly fire drew down a fire from heaven. He has broken the monastic rules and ought to be punished. His robe and bowl and his ordination certificate should be smashed and destroyed, and he should be driven out of the temple and not allowed to be a monk.” “That is too heavy,” said the old abbot. “Send him out to raise money by begging for the rebuilding. That will do.” And he gave the order: “Tell Daoji to come in and see me.” Before long Ji Gong came in from outside, stood before the abbot and saluted him with palms joined. “Old monk, here is my greeting.” “Daoji,” said the abbot, “you have not kept the monastic rules, and you burned down the Great Stele Tower. I am sending you out to beg for alms to rebuild it. The work is bound to need ten thousand taels of silver. Ask your Brother how many days he will give you.” “Brother,” said Ji Gong, “how many days will you give me?” “Can you collect ten thousand taels of silver in three years?” said Guangliang. “No good,” said Ji Gong. “Too far off. You’ll have to make it sooner.” “A year, then, to collect ten thousand taels of silver for the work on the Great Stele Tower,” said Guangliang. “Will that do?” “No good,” said Ji Gong. “Still too far. Bring it closer.” “Half a year, then,” said Guangliang. Ji Gong shook his head and still said closer. “A month,” said Guangliang. Ji Gong still found it too far. “Can you collect ten thousand taels of silver in a day?” said Guangliang. “Ten thousand taels in a day?” said Ji Gong. “You go and collect it — I can’t.” And with that Ji Gong roared with laughter. The monks talked it over and said, “Give him a hundred days and send him out to collect it. If he collects ten thousand taels of silver, that will make up for his offence.” Ji Gong agreed. Every day he went out to beg for alms. In Lin’an he gave away medicine and saved lives, bringing salvation to all living beings, and took on countless lay disciples. He played the madman and the fool and never showed his true face.
那日在飛來峰後山坡之上，見兩獵戶打著兔鹿狐鸛。他阻住去路說：「二位貴姓？哪裏去？」那人說：「我叫陳孝，綽號美髯公。那是我結拜弟，病符神楊猛。由山上打獵回來，師父何人？」濟公說明了，又哈哈大笑說：
「每日在山穴，終朝來打獵。你為養你生，它命就該絕。」
楊猛、陳孝知和尚是高人隱士，立刻跪下行禮，拜濟公為師，說：「我二人從此改行，同朋友在鏢行找碗飯吃，想個安身立命之處。」和尚說：「好，你等必日見茂盛。」二人走後，和尚在廟吃酒開葷，並不化緣。廣亮也不催他，想到了日期，好把他逐出。光陰荏苒，日月如梭，過了一個多月，他一兩銀子沒化。這日濟公見看山門的和尚不在，他到了韋馱殿，看神像威儀，甚為可觀。有詩為證：
那日在飞来峰后山坡之上，见两猎户打着兔鹿狐鹳。他阻住去路说：「二位贵姓？哪里去？」那人说：「我叫陈孝，绰号美髯公。那是我结拜弟，病符神杨猛。由山上打猎回来，师父何人？」济公说明了，又哈哈大笑说：
「每日在山穴，终朝来打猎。你为养你生，它命就该绝。」
杨猛、陈孝知和尚是高人隐士，立刻跪下行礼，拜济公为师，说：「我二人从此改行，同朋友在镖行找碗饭吃，想个安身立命之处。」和尚说：「好，你等必日见茂盛。」二人走后，和尚在庙吃酒开荤，并不化缘。广亮也不催他，想到了日期，好把他逐出。光阴荏苒，日月如梭，过了一个多月，他一两银子没化。这日济公见看山门的和尚不在，他到了韦驮殿，看神像威仪，甚为可观。有诗为证：
One day, on the hillside behind Feilai Peak, he saw two hunters out after hares, deer, foxes and storks. He blocked their way. “What are your names, you two? Where are you off to?” One of them said, “I’m Chen Xiao, and they call me the Lord of the Fine Beard (Meiran Gong). That’s my younger sworn brother, Yang Meng, the Sickness-Star God (Bingfu Shen). We’re on our way back from hunting in the hills. And who are you, Master?” Ji Gong told them, then roared with laughter and said,
“Every day in the mountain dens,from dawn to dusk you hunt.To keep your own life going,theirs must come to an end.”
Yang Meng and Chen Xiao knew then that the monk was a man of high attainment living as a recluse. At once they knelt and bowed and took Ji Gong as their master. “From now on we two will change our trade,” they said, “and earn our bowl of rice with friends in the escort business, and find some place to settle down and make a life.” “Good,” said the monk. “You’re sure to prosper more every day.” After the two had gone, the monk stayed in the temple drinking wine and eating meat, and did no begging at all. Guangliang did not press him either; he was waiting for the deadline to come so that he could drive him out. Time slipped by, the days and months flying like a shuttle. More than a month passed, and he had not collected a single tael of silver. One day Ji Gong saw that the monk who kept the temple gate was not there, and he went into Weituo Hall. The image there was majestic, truly a sight to see. There is a poem to prove it:
鳳翅金盔耀目，連環鎖甲飛光。手中鐵杵硬如鋼，面似觀音模樣。足登戰靴墨綠，周身繡帶飄揚，佛前護法大神王，魔怪聞知膽傷。
凤翅金盔耀目，连环锁甲飞光。手中铁杵硬如钢，面似观音模样。足登战靴墨绿，周身绣带飘扬，佛前护法大神王，魔怪闻知胆伤。
His gold helmet with phoenix wings dazzles the eye;his chain-linked armour flashes as it flies.In his hand an iron club as hard as steel;his face is like the face of Guanyin.On his feet, battle boots of dark green; embroidered sashes flutter all about him. Great guardian king of the Dharma before the Buddha, at the very sound of him, demons lose their nerve.
濟公看罷，說：「老韋同我出去逛逛吧。」伸手把韋馱扛起來，出了山門，循西湖往前行走。來往行路之人就說：「眾位，我瞧見過化緣和尚，有拉大鎖的，有打木魚的，沒有過扛著一個韋馱爺滿街化緣的。」和尚哈哈大笑說：「你不開眼，少說話。這是我們廟中搬家。」眾人聽和尚之言都笑了。
济公看罢，说：「老韦同我出去逛逛吧。」伸手把韦驮扛起来，出了山门，循西湖往前行走。来往行路之人就说：「众位，我瞧见过化缘和尚，有拉大锁的，有打木鱼的，没有过扛着一个韦驮爷满街化缘的。」和尚哈哈大笑说：「你不开眼，少说话。这是我们庙中搬家。」众人听和尚之言都笑了。
When Ji Gong had looked his fill, he said, “Old Wei, come out with me for a stroll.” He reached out, hoisted Weituo onto his shoulder, went out through the temple gate and set off along the shore of West Lake. People passing by said, “Hey, everybody, I’ve seen monks begging for alms — some drag a big lock, some beat a wooden fish — but I’ve never seen one carry Lord Weituo through the streets on his shoulder to beg.” The monk roared with laughter. “You’ve never seen anything, so keep your mouth shut. Our temple’s moving house.” Everyone laughed at what the monk said.
和尚正往前走，猛抬頭一看，祇見一股黑氣，直沖霄漢之間，濟公按靈光連擊三掌，口中說：「善哉！善哉！我焉能不管。」正往前走，祇見大街路北有一座酒飯館，是醉仙樓。上掛酒牌子。寫的是：
太白斗酒詩百篇，長安市上酒家眠，天子呼來不上船，口稱臣是酒中仙。
兩旁對子是：醉裏乾坤大，壺中日月長。裏面構祇響。濟公一掀簾子，說：「辛苦了掌櫃的。」裏面掌櫃一看，祇當他是化緣的小和尚，說：「和尚，咱這裏是初一、十五纔給錢。」那濟公說：「是了，我們這裏是初一、十五纔賣哪。」站在門外，祇見從東邊來了三人，是米糧店掌櫃請客來。濟公一伸胳膊說：「三位要吃飯哪？這裏初一、十五纔賣哪。」三人一聽往別家去。一連來了三四起人，都被濟公擋回去了。飯館掌櫃的大怒，從裏面出來說：「和尚，你都把吃飯之人擋走，是甚麼居心哪？」濟公說：「我要吃飯，方一進門，你就告訴說初一十五。我知道你這裏是初一十五纔賣飯呢。」掌櫃的一聽說：「我祇當你是個化緣的哪，故此纔告訴你初一十五給僧道的錢，你知道嗎？」濟公說：「不對，我是吃飯的。」掌櫃的說：「你請進來罷。」濟公扛韋馱到了後堂，找了一張淨桌兒坐下，要了幾樣菜，吃了四五壺酒。用完，叫跑堂的過去算一算，一共算一吊六百八十文。濟公說：「寫賬罷，改日吃了一同給。」掌櫃的早就在這裏留神了，聽說沒錢，掌櫃的過來說：「和尚，把吃飯之人都給支走了。今日吃完，你不給錢走不了！必須要給一吊六百八十文。」濟公正與夥計口角相爭，祇聽外面一聲吶喊，如雷霹之聲。來了兩位英雄，要大鬧酒飯館，引出許多事來。
和尚正往前走，猛抬头一看，祇见一股黑气，直冲霄汉之间，济公按灵光连击三掌，口中说：「善哉！善哉！我焉能不管。」正往前走，祇见大街路北有一座酒饭馆，是醉仙楼。上挂酒牌子。写的是：
太白斗酒诗百篇，长安市上酒家眠，天子呼来不上船，口称臣是酒中仙。
两旁对子是：醉里乾坤大，壶中日月长。里面构祇响。济公一掀帘子，说：「辛苦了掌柜的。」里面掌柜一看，祇当他是化缘的小和尚，说：「和尚，咱这里是初一、十五才给钱。」那济公说：「是了，我们这里是初一、十五才卖哪。」站在门外，祇见从东边来了三人，是米粮店掌柜请客来。济公一伸胳膊说：「三位要吃饭哪？这里初一、十五才卖哪。」三人一听往别家去。一连来了三四起人，都被济公挡回去了。饭馆掌柜的大怒，从里面出来说：「和尚，你都把吃饭之人挡走，是甚么居心哪？」济公说：「我要吃饭，方一进门，你就告诉说初一十五。我知道你这里是初一十五才卖饭呢。」掌柜的一听说：「我祇当你是个化缘的哪，故此才告诉你初一十五给僧道的钱，你知道吗？」济公说：「不对，我是吃饭的。」掌柜的说：「你请进来罢。」济公扛韦驮到了后堂，找了一张净桌儿坐下，要了几样菜，吃了四五壶酒。用完，叫跑堂的过去算一算，一共算一吊六百八十文。济公说：「写账罢，改日吃了一同给。」掌柜的早就在这里留神了，听说没钱，掌柜的过来说：「和尚，把吃饭之人都给支走了。今日吃完，你不给钱走不了！必须要给一吊六百八十文。」济公正与伙计口角相争，祇听外面一声呐喊，如雷霹之声。来了两位英雄，要大闹酒饭馆，引出许多事来。
The monk was walking along when he suddenly looked up and saw a column of black vapour rising straight up to the clouds. Ji Gong clapped his hands three times and consulted his inner light. “Excellent! Excellent!” he said. “How could I not step in?” Walking on, he saw a wine and food house on the north side of the main street, the Zuixian Tower. A wine placard hung outside, and on it was written:
Taibai, for a dipper of wine, wrote a hundred poems;in the market of Chang’an he slept in the wine shop.The Son of Heaven called for him, but he would not board the boat,saying, “Your servant is the Immortal in the Cup.”
The couplet on either side read: In drink, heaven and earth grow vast; in the pot, the days and months run long. From inside came a clatter. Ji Gong lifted the door curtain. “Hard at work, shopkeeper?” The shopkeeper inside took one look and took him for a little monk out begging. “Monk, we only give money on the first and the fifteenth.” “I see,” said Ji Gong. “So here you only sell on the first and the fifteenth.” He stood outside the door. Before long three men came along from the east: the master of a grain shop, bringing guests to a meal. Ji Gong stuck out his arm. “You three want to eat? This place only sells on the first and the fifteenth.” When the three heard this, they went somewhere else. Three or four parties came one after another, and Ji Gong turned every one of them away. The restaurant’s shopkeeper flew into a rage and came out. “Monk, you’re driving away everyone who comes to eat! What are you up to?” “I wanted to eat,” said Ji Gong. “The moment I came in the door, you told me the first and the fifteenth. So I took it you only sell food here on the first and the fifteenth.” “I took you for a monk out begging,” said the shopkeeper. “That’s why I told you about the first and the fifteenth, when we give money to monks and Daoists, see?” “Not so,” said Ji Gong. “I came to eat.” “Then please come in,” said the shopkeeper. Ji Gong carried Weituo through to the back room, found a clean table and sat down. He ordered several dishes and drank four or five pots of wine. When he had finished, he called the waiter over to reckon it up: one string of cash and six hundred and eighty coppers in all. “Put it on the account,” said Ji Gong. “Another day, when I eat here again, I’ll pay it all together.” The shopkeeper had been keeping an eye on him all along, and when he heard there was no money, he came over. “Monk, you sent all my customers away. You’ve eaten today, and you don’t leave here without paying! You owe one string and six hundred and eighty coppers, and pay it you will.” Ji Gong was in the middle of a quarrel with the waiter when a shout went up outside like a clap of thunder. Two heroes had come, bent on raising havoc in the restaurant, and many things were to come of it.
要知後事如何，且看下回分解。
要知后事如何，且看下回分解。
To learn what happened next, read the next chapter.