安丘某生，通卜筮之術。其為人邪蕩不檢，每有鑽穴踰隙之行，則卜之。一日，忽病，藥之，不愈。曰：「吾實有所見。冥中怒我狎褻天數，將重譴矣，藥何能為！」亡何，目暴瞽，兩手無故自折。
安丘某生，通卜筮之术。其为人邪荡不检，每有钻穴逾隙之行，则卜之。一日，忽病，药之，不愈。曰：「吾实有所见。冥中怒我狎亵天数，将重谴矣，药何能为！」亡何，目暴瞽，两手无故自折。
A scholar of Anqiu was versed in the art of divination. He was a lewd and dissolute man with no restraint, and whenever he had in mind some business of boring through walls and slipping through gaps, he would first cast a divination about it. One day he suddenly fell ill. Medicine did him no good. “I have truly seen something,” he said. “The underworld is angry with me for making free with the decrees of Heaven, and I am to be severely punished. What can medicine do?” Before long he suddenly went blind, and both his hands broke of themselves, for no reason.