第四百七十七篇第四百七十七篇Story Four Hundred and Seventy-Seven

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Story Four Hundred and Seventy-Seven · Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio

Han Fang

A line drawing in the manner of a late-Qing lithographed edition: on a country road beside young crop fields in daylight, a tear-streaked farmer in a head cloth kneels with both palms on the ground and looks up, while a bearded gentleman in a cap and wide-sleeved robe stands before him with one forefinger raised in kindly instruction, with a plank bridge over a ditch, an old willow and a boundary stone, and thatched cottages and low hills in the distance.

明季,濟郡以北數州縣,邪疫大作,比戶皆然。齊東農民韓方,性至孝。父母皆病,因具楮帛,哭禱於孤石大夫之廟。歸途零涕。遇一人,衣冠清潔,問:「何悲?」韓具以告。其人曰:「孤石之神,不在於此,禱之何益?僕有小術,可以一試。」韓喜,詰其姓字。其人曰:「我不求報,何必通鄉貫乎?」韓敦請臨其家。其人曰:「無須。但歸,以黃紙置床上,厲聲言:『我明日赴都,告諸嶽帝!』病當已。」韓恐不驗,堅求移趾。其人曰:「實告子:我非人也。巡環使者以我誠篤,俾為南鄉土地。感君孝,指授此術。目前嶽帝舉枉死之鬼,其有功人民,或正直不作邪祟者,以城隍、土地用。今日殃人者,皆郡城北兵所殺之鬼,急欲赴都自投,故沿途索賂,以謀口食耳。言告嶽帝,則彼必懼,故當已。」韓悚然起敬,伏地叩謝。及起,其人已渺。驚歎而歸。遵其教,父母皆愈。以傳鄰村,無不驗者。

明季,济郡以北数州县,邪疫大作,比户皆然。齐东农民韩方,性至孝。父母皆病,因具楮帛,哭祷于孤石大夫之庙。归途零涕。遇一人,衣冠清洁,问:「何悲?」韩具以告。其人曰:「孤石之神,不在于此,祷之何益?仆有小术,可以一试。」韩喜,诘其姓字。其人曰:「我不求报,何必通乡贯乎?」韩敦请临其家。其人曰:「无须。但归,以黄纸置床上,厉声言:『我明日赴都,告诸岳帝!』病当已。」韩恐不验,坚求移趾。其人曰:「实告子:我非人也。巡环使者以我诚笃,俾为南乡土地。感君孝,指授此术。目前岳帝举枉死之鬼,其有功人民,或正直不作邪祟者,以城隍、土地用。今日殃人者,皆郡城北兵所杀之鬼,急欲赴都自投,故沿途索赂,以谋口食耳。言告岳帝,则彼必惧,故当已。」韩悚然起敬,伏地叩谢。及起,其人已渺。惊叹而归。遵其教,父母皆愈。以传邻村,无不验者。

Late in the Ming, an evil pestilence broke out in several departments and counties north of Jinan Prefecture. Every household had it. Han Fang, a farmer of Qidong, was a most filial son. When both his parents fell sick, he got together some paper money and went to pray, weeping, at the temple of the Grandee of Lone Rock. He was still in tears on the way home when he met a man in clean clothes and a neat cap, who asked, “Why are you grieving?” Han told him everything. The man said, “The god of Lone Rock is not here. What good is praying to him? I have a small art. You might try it.” Han was glad and asked his name. “I seek no reward,” said the man. “Why should I tell you where I come from?” Han earnestly begged him to come to his house. “There is no need,” said the man. “Just go home, put a sheet of yellow paper on the bed, and say in a fierce voice: ‘Tomorrow I go to the capital to report this to the Emperor of the Peak!’ The sickness should end.” Han was afraid it would not work and kept pressing him to come. The man said, “I will tell you the truth: I am not a man. The Circuit Envoy found me sincere and steadfast, and made me Earth God of the southern township. Your filial piety moved me, so I am showing you this art. Just now the Emperor of the Peak is choosing from among the ghosts of those who died wrongful deaths. Any who did good for the people, or were upright and never made evil hauntings, are to be employed as City Gods and Earth Gods. The ones afflicting people now are all ghosts of those killed in the prefectural city by the northern troops. They are in a hurry to get to the capital and put themselves forward, so they extort bribes along the way to keep themselves fed. Say you will report them to the Emperor of the Peak, and they are bound to be afraid. That is why the sickness should end.” Han was awed. He threw himself on the ground and knocked his head in thanks. When he rose, the man was gone. Han went home marvelling. He did as he had been told, and both his parents recovered. He passed the art on to the neighbouring villages, and it never once failed.

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