長山安翁者，性喜操農功。秋間荍熟，刈堆隴畔。時近村有盜稼者，因命佃人，乘月輦運登場﹔俟其裝載歸，而自留邏守。遂枕戈露臥。目稍瞑，忽聞有人踐荍根，咋咋作響。心疑暴客。急舉首，則一大鬼，高丈餘，赤髮鬡鬚，去身已近。大怖，不遑他計，踴身暴起，狠刺之。鬼鳴如雷而逝。恐其復來，荷戈而歸。迎佃人於途，告以所見，且戒勿往。眾未深信。越日，曝麥於場，忽聞空際有聲，翁駭曰：「鬼物來矣！」乃奔，眾亦奔。移時復聚，翁命多設弓弩以俟之。翼日，果復來。數矢齊發，物懼而遁。二三日竟不復來。麥既登倉，禾䕸雜遝，翁命收積為垛，而親登踐實之，高至數尺。忽遙望駭曰：「鬼物至矣！」眾急覓弓矢，物已奔翁。翁仆，齕其額而去。共登視，則去額骨如掌，昏不知人。負至家中，遂卒。後不復見。不知其何怪也。
长山安翁者，性喜操农功。秋间荍熟，刈堆陇畔。时近村有盗稼者，因命佃人，乘月辇运登场﹔俟其装载归，而自留逻守。遂枕戈露卧。目稍瞑，忽闻有人践荍根，咋咋作响。心疑暴客。急举首，则一大鬼，高丈余，赤发鬡须，去身已近。大怖，不遑他计，踊身暴起，狠刺之。鬼鸣如雷而逝。恐其复来，荷戈而归。迎佃人于途，告以所见，且戒勿往。众未深信。越日，曝麦于场，忽闻空际有声，翁骇曰：「鬼物来矣！」乃奔，众亦奔。移时复聚，翁命多设弓弩以俟之。翼日，果复来。数矢齐发，物惧而遁。二三日竟不复来。麦既登仓，禾䕸杂遝，翁命收积为垛，而亲登践实之，高至数尺。忽遥望骇曰：「鬼物至矣！」众急觅弓矢，物已奔翁。翁仆，龁其额而去。共登视，则去额骨如掌，昏不知人。负至家中，遂卒。后不复见。不知其何怪也。
Old An of Changshan loved farm work. One autumn, when the buckwheat was ripe, he had it cut and stacked by the field ridges. Someone in a nearby village had been stealing crops at the time, so he told his tenants to cart it by moonlight to the threshing floor. He waited until they had loaded up and gone, and stayed behind himself to keep watch. He lay down in the open with his head pillowed on his spear. His eyes had barely closed when he heard someone treading on the buckwheat stubble, crunch, crunch. He took it for a robber. He raised his head quickly: it was a huge fiend, more than ten feet tall, with red hair and a bristling beard, and it was already close upon him. In terror, with no time to think of anything else, he sprang up and stabbed at it with all his might. The fiend gave a roar like thunder and was gone. Afraid it would come back, he shouldered his spear and went home. He met the tenants on the road, told them what he had seen, and warned them not to go out there. They did not quite believe him. The next day they were drying wheat on the threshing floor when a sound came out of the sky. The old man cried in fright, “The fiend is coming!” He ran, and the others ran too. After a while they gathered again, and he had them set out a good many bows and crossbows and wait for it. The day after, sure enough, it came again. Several arrows flew at once, and the thing took fright and fled. For two or three days it did not come back. When the wheat was in the granary, the stalks and straw lay about in heaps. The old man had them gathered into a stack and climbed up himself to tread it down firm, until it stood several feet high. Suddenly he looked into the distance and cried in fright, “The fiend is here!” The others hurried to find their bows and arrows, but the thing was already rushing at him. He fell; it bit his forehead and was gone. They climbed up to look: a piece of his forehead bone the size of a palm had been bitten away, and he lay senseless. They carried him home on their backs, and there he died. It was never seen again. No one knows what kind of monster it was.