高少宰念東先生云：「崇禎間，有猴仙，號靜山。託神於河間之叟，與人談詩文、決休咎，娓娓不倦。以肴核置案上，啗飲狼藉，但不能見之耳。」時先生祖寢疾。或致書云：「侯靜山，百年人也，不可不晤。」遂以僕馬往招叟。叟至經日，仙猶未來。焚香祠之。忽聞屋上大聲嘆贊曰：「好人家！」眾驚顧。俄檐間又言之。叟起曰：「大仙至矣。」群從叟岸幘出迎。又聞作拱致聲。既入室，遂大笑縱談。時少宰兄弟尚諸生，方入闈歸。仙言：「二公闈卷亦佳；但經不熟，再須勤勉，雲路亦不遠矣。」二公敬問祖病。曰：「生死事大，其理難明。」因共知其不祥。無何，太先生謝世。舊有猴人，弄猴於村。猴斷鎖而逸，不可追，入山中。數十年，人猶見之。其走飄忽，見人則竄。後漸入村中，竊食果餌，人皆莫之見。一日，為村人所睹，逐諸野，射而殺之。而猴之鬼竟不自知其死也，但覺身輕如葉，一息百里。遂往依河間叟，曰：「汝能奉我，我為汝致富。」因自號靜山云。
高少宰念东先生云：「崇祯间，有猴仙，号静山。托神于河间之叟，与人谈诗文、决休咎，娓娓不倦。以肴核置案上，啗饮狼藉，但不能见之耳。」时先生祖寝疾。或致书云：「侯静山，百年人也，不可不晤。」遂以仆马往招叟。叟至经日，仙犹未来。焚香祠之。忽闻屋上大声叹赞曰：「好人家！」众惊顾。俄檐间又言之。叟起曰：「大仙至矣。」群从叟岸帻出迎。又闻作拱致声。既入室，遂大笑纵谈。时少宰兄弟尚诸生，方入闱归。仙言：「二公闱卷亦佳；但经不熟，再须勤勉，云路亦不远矣。」二公敬问祖病。曰：「生死事大，其理难明。」因共知其不祥。无何，太先生谢世。旧有猴人，弄猴于村。猴断锁而逸，不可追，入山中。数十年，人犹见之。其走飘忽，见人则窜。后渐入村中，窃食果饵，人皆莫之见。一日，为村人所睹，逐诸野，射而杀之。而猴之鬼竟不自知其死也，但觉身轻如叶，一息百里。遂往依河间叟，曰：「汝能奉我，我为汝致富。」因自号静山云。
Mr. Gao Niandong, the Vice Minister, used to say: “In the Chongzhen reign there was a monkey immortal who called himself Jingshan. His spirit had attached itself to an old man of Hejian, and he talked with people of poetry and prose and foretold good fortune and bad, chatting on and on without tiring. When fruit and dishes were set out on the table, he ate and drank and left them in a mess, but he himself could never be seen.” At that time Mr. Gao’s grandfather lay ill. Someone wrote to say, “Hou Jingshan is a man a hundred years old. You must not miss meeting him.” So they sent servants and horses to fetch the old man. The old man came, and a whole day went by, but the immortal had still not arrived. They burned incense and prayed to him. Suddenly a loud voice on the roof exclaimed in admiration, “A fine household!” Everyone looked round in alarm. In a moment the voice said it again from the eaves. The old man rose. “The Great Immortal has come,” he said. They all followed him out, caps pushed back, to welcome the immortal, and heard him salute them with clasped hands and offer his compliments. Once inside the room, he laughed loudly and talked freely. The Vice Minister and his brother were still licentiates then, and had just come back from the examination hall. The immortal said, “Your examination papers were good enough, gentlemen, but you do not know the Classics well. Work harder still, and the road to the clouds will not be far off.” The two of them respectfully asked about their grandfather’s illness. “Life and death are great matters,” he said. “Their workings are hard to make out.” From this they all knew the answer was ill-omened. Before long their grandfather departed this world. Once there had been a monkey-showman who put on monkey shows in the villages. The monkey broke its chain and escaped; no one could catch it, and it went into the mountains. For several decades people still saw it. It moved like a flicker and fled whenever it saw anyone. Later it began coming into the villages to steal fruit and cakes, but no one ever saw it. One day a villager caught sight of it. They chased it into the fields, shot at it and killed it. But the monkey’s ghost never knew that it was dead. It only felt its body light as a leaf, able to go a hundred li in a breath. So it went and attached itself to the old man of Hejian. “If you will serve me,” it said, “I will make you rich.” And so it gave itself the name Jingshan, they say.