第一百五十三篇第一百五十三篇Story One Hundred and Fifty-Three

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白蓮教

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Story One Hundred and Fifty-Three · Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio

The White Lotus Sect

A line drawing in the manner of a late-Qing lithographed edition: by daylight in the main hall of a house, a young disciple in a soft cap and long gown bends over a square table, holding a round basin cover in one hand and poking a little straw sailboat floating in a basin of water with the forefinger of the other, while a side table with an incense burner, candlesticks and a landscape scroll, armchairs, a lattice window and an open doorway onto a courtyard tree fill the room.

白蓮教某者,山西人,大約徐鴻儒之徒。左道惑眾,墮其術者甚眾。一日將他往,堂中置一盆,又一盆覆之,囑門人坐守,戒勿啟視。去後門人啟之,見盆貯清水,水上編草為舟,帆檣具焉。異而撥以指,隨手傾側;急扶如故,仍覆之。俄而師來,怒責曰:「何違吾命?」門人立白其無。師曰:「適海中舟覆,何得欺我?」又一夕,燒巨燭于堂上,戒恪守,勿以風滅。漏二滴,師不至,儽然而殆,就床暫寐,及醒燭已竟滅,急起爇之。既而師入,又責之。門人曰:「我固不曾睡,燭何得息?」師怒曰:「適使我暗行十余里,尚復云云耶?」門人大駭。奇行種種,不可勝書。

白莲教某者,山西人,大约徐鸿儒之徒。左道惑众,堕其术者甚众。一日将他往,堂中置一盆,又一盆覆之,嘱门人坐守,戒勿启视。去后门人启之,见盆贮清水,水上编草为舟,帆樯具焉。异而拨以指,随手倾侧;急扶如故,仍覆之。俄而师来,怒责曰:「何违吾命?」门人立白其无。师曰:「适海中舟覆,何得欺我?」又一夕,烧巨烛于堂上,戒恪守,勿以风灭。漏二滴,师不至,儽然而殆,就床暂寐,及醒烛已竟灭,急起爇之。既而师入,又责之。门人曰:「我固不曾睡,烛何得息?」师怒曰:「适使我暗行十余里,尚复云云耶?」门人大骇。奇行种种,不可胜书。

There was a certain man of the White Lotus sect, a native of Shanxi, probably one of Xu Hongru’s followers. He led people astray with sorcery, and a great many fell under his spell. One day, as he was about to go off somewhere, he set a basin in the hall and covered it with a second basin. He told a disciple to sit and guard it, and warned him not to open it and look. After he had gone, the disciple opened it. The basin held clear water, and on the water floated a boat woven of straw, with sail and mast complete. Curious, he poked it with his finger, and it tipped over at his touch. He hurriedly set it upright as before and put the cover back. In a moment the master returned. “Why did you disobey me?” he said angrily. The disciple at once protested that he had done no such thing. “A ship just capsized at sea,” said the master. “How can you lie to me?” Another evening the master lit a huge candle in the hall and told the disciple to watch it closely and not let the wind blow it out. By the second watch of the night the master had still not come, and the disciple, worn out and weary, lay down on the bed for a short nap. When he woke the candle had gone out, and he jumped up and lit it again. Soon the master came in and rebuked him again. “I never slept at all,” said the disciple. “How could the candle have gone out?” “You just made me walk more than ten li in the dark,” said the master angrily, “and you still talk like this?” The disciple was terrified. The man’s strange doings were of every kind, too many to write down.

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