濟南道人者，不知何許人，亦不詳其姓氏。冬夏著一單帢衣，系黃絛，無褲襦。每用半梳梳發，即以齒銜髻，如冠狀。日赤腳行市上；夜臥街頭，離身數尺外，冰雪盡熔。初來，輒對人作幻劇，市人爭貽之。有井曲無賴子，遺以酒，求傳其術，不許。遇道人浴于河津，驟抱其衣以脅之，道人揖曰：「請以賜還，當不吝術。」無賴者恐其紿，固不肯釋。道人曰：「果不相授耶？」曰：「然。」道人默不與語，俄見黃綈化為蛇，圍可數握，繞其身六七匝，怒目昂首，吐舌相向，某大愕，長跪，色青氣促，惟言乞命。道人乃竟取絛。絛竟非蛇；另有一蛇，蜿蜒入城去。由是道人之名益著。
濟南有個道人，沒人知道他是哪裡人，也不清楚他的姓名。他冬夏都穿一件單層的帢衣，繫著黃絛，不穿褲子和短襖。他常用半把梳子梳頭，隨後把梳齒插在髮髻上，看起來像戴著一頂帽子。白天，他赤腳在街市上行走；夜裡，他睡在街頭，周圍幾尺之內的冰雪全都融化了。他剛來時，常向人表演幻術，街市上的人爭著送東西給他。有個住在街巷裡的無賴，送酒給他，求他傳授法術，他不肯。後來，無賴碰上道人在河邊洗澡，突然抱走他的衣服，以此要挾他。道人拱手說：「請把衣服還給我，我一定不吝惜傳授法術。」無賴怕他欺騙自己，執意不肯放手。道人說：「你果真不肯給我嗎？」無賴說：「不錯。」道人不再跟他說話。過了一會兒，只見那條黃色衣帶變成了蛇，粗得要幾隻手才能握住，在無賴身上纏了六七圈，瞪著眼睛，昂起頭，朝他吐著舌頭。無賴大驚，直挺挺地跪了下來，臉色發青，呼吸急促，只知道求饒。道人這才取回黃絛。黃絛其實並不是蛇，另有一條蛇蜿蜒著進城去了。從此，道人的名聲更加響亮。
济南道人者，不知何许人，亦不详其姓氏。冬夏着一单帢衣，系黄绦，无裤襦。每用半梳梳发，即以齿衔髻，如冠状。日赤脚行市上；夜卧街头，离身数尺外，冰雪尽熔。初来，辄对人作幻剧，市人争贻之。有井曲无赖子，遗以酒，求传其术，不许。遇道人浴于河津，骤抱其衣以胁之，道人揖曰：「请以赐还，当不吝术。」无赖者恐其绐，固不肯释。道人曰：「果不相授耶？」曰：「然。」道人默不与语，俄见黄绨化为蛇，围可数握，绕其身六七匝，怒目昂首，吐舌相向，某大愕，长跪，色青气促，惟言乞命。道人乃竟取绦。绦竟非蛇；另有一蛇，蜿蜒入城去。由是道人之名益着。
济南有个道人，没人知道他是哪里人，也不清楚他的姓名。他冬夏都穿一件单层的帢衣，系着黄绦，不穿裤子和短袄。他常用半把梳子梳头，随后把梳齿插在发髻上，看起来像戴着一顶帽子。白天，他赤脚在街市上行走；夜里，他睡在街头，周围几尺之内的冰雪全都融化了。他刚来时，常向人表演幻术，街市上的人争着送东西给他。有个住在街巷里的无赖，送酒给他，求他传授法术，他不肯。后来，无赖碰上道人在河边洗澡，突然抱走他的衣服，以此要挟他。道人拱手说：“请把衣服还给我，我一定不吝惜传授法术。”无赖怕他欺骗自己，执意不肯放手。道人说：“你果真不肯给我吗？”无赖说：“不错。”道人不再跟他说话。过了一会儿，只见那条黄色衣带变成了蛇，粗得要几只手才能握住，在无赖身上缠了六七圈，瞪着眼睛，昂起头，朝他吐着舌头。无赖大惊，直挺挺地跪了下来，脸色发青，呼吸急促，只知道求饶。道人这才取回黄绦。黄绦其实并不是蛇，另有一条蛇蜿蜒着进城去了。从此，道人的名声更加响亮。
The Daoist of Jinan: no one knew where he came from, and no one knew his family name. Winter and summer he wore a single thin robe tied with a yellow sash, with no jacket or trousers beneath. He combed his hair with half a comb, then stuck the comb’s teeth into his topknot so that it looked like a cap. By day he walked barefoot through the market; at night he slept in the street, and for several feet around him the ice and snow all melted. When he first came, he would perform conjuring tricks for people, and the market folk vied to give him things. A good-for-nothing from the back lanes gave him wine and asked to be taught his arts. He refused. The rogue came upon him bathing at a river ford, snatched up his clothes and held on to them to force him. The Daoist bowed. “Please be so kind as to give them back,” he said, “and I will not grudge you my arts.” The rogue was afraid of a trick and stubbornly would not let go. “So you really will not hand them over?” said the Daoist. “That’s right.” The Daoist said nothing more to him. In a moment the yellow sash turned into a snake, several handspans round, which coiled six or seven times about the man’s body and reared its head, glaring, its tongue flicking at his face. The man was terrified. He went down on his knees, his face ashen, gasping, and could only beg for his life. The Daoist simply took back his sash. The sash was not the snake after all: there was another snake, which wound its way off into the city. After this the Daoist grew all the more famous.