第三十七篇第三十七篇Story Thirty-Seven

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鷹虎神

鹰虎神

Story Thirty-Seven · Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio

The Hawk and Tiger Gods

A line drawing in the manner of a late-Qing lithographed edition: at dawn in the courtyard of a temple, a towering armoured god with a hawk on his arm stands sternly behind a thief who kneels on the flagstones with an empty purse beside a spilled heap of copper cash, while a Daoist on the hall steps turns back, book in hand and one hand raised in astonishment, with a bronze incense burner, an old cypress, a stone lantern and the temple gate behind.

郡城東嶽廟,在南郭。大門左右,神高丈余,俗名「鷹虎神」,猙獰可畏。廟中道士任姓,每雞鳴,輒起焚誦。有偷兒預匿廊間,伺道士起,潛入寢室,搜括財物。奈室無長物,惟于薦底得錢三百,納腰中,拔關而出,將登千佛山。南竄許時,方至山下。見一巨丈夫,自山上來,左臂蒼鷹,適與相遇。近視之,面銅青色,依稀似廟門中所習見者。大恐,蹲伏而戰。神詫曰:「盜錢安往?」偷兒益懼,叩不已。神揪令還,入廟,使傾所盜錢,跪守之。道士課畢,回顧駭愕。盜歷歷自述。道士收其錢而遣之。

郡城东岳庙,在南郭。大门左右,神高丈余,俗名「鹰虎神」,狰狞可畏。庙中道士任姓,每鸡鸣,辄起焚诵。有偷儿预匿廊间,伺道士起,潜入寝室,搜括财物。奈室无长物,惟于荐底得钱三百,纳腰中,拔关而出,将登千佛山。南窜许时,方至山下。见一巨丈夫,自山上来,左臂苍鹰,适与相遇。近视之,面铜青色,依稀似庙门中所习见者。大恐,蹲伏而战。神诧曰:「盗钱安往?」偷儿益惧,叩不已。神揪令还,入庙,使倾所盗钱,跪守之。道士课毕,回顾骇愕。盗历历自述。道士收其钱而遣之。

The Temple of the Eastern Peak in the prefectural city stands by the southern wall. To the left and right of its main gate stand gods more than ten feet tall, which people commonly call the Hawk and Tiger Gods. They are fearsome to look at. The Daoist of the temple, a man surnamed Ren, rose every day at cockcrow to burn incense and chant the scriptures. A thief hid in the cloister ahead of time. He waited for the Daoist to get up, then slipped into his bedroom and searched it for valuables. But there was nothing in the room worth taking. All he found was three hundred cash under the sleeping mat. He tucked it into his belt, drew the bolt and went out, meaning to climb Mount Qianfo. He fled south for some time before he reached the foot of the mountain. There a giant of a man came down the mountain toward him with a grey hawk on his left arm, and they met face to face. Looking closer, the thief saw that the man’s face was the green of old bronze, and that he looked much like the figure he had so often seen at the temple gate. Terrified, the thief crouched down, trembling. The god cried, “Where are you off to with the stolen money?” The thief was more frightened than ever and kowtowed again and again. The god grabbed him and made him go back. At the temple he had the thief pour out the money he had stolen and kneel there guarding it. When the Daoist finished his morning devotions, he turned round and was astounded. The thief told him everything, point by point. The Daoist took back his money and sent him away.

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