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。
高少宰念東先生說：「崇禎年間，有個猴仙，號稱靜山。它的魂靈寄居在河間一個老翁那裡，和人談論詩文，預測吉凶，談個不停，也不疲倦。把菜餚和果品放在桌上，它便大吃大喝，弄得一片狼藉，只是看不見它罷了。」當時，念東先生的祖父臥病在床。有人寫信來說：「侯靜山是一位百歲老人，不可不見。」於是派僕人帶著馬去接老翁。老翁來了，過了一整天，仙人還沒有來，大家便燒香祭請。忽然聽見屋頂上傳來洪亮的讚歎聲：「好人家！」眾人驚訝地四處張望。過了一會兒，屋簷間又響起同樣的話。老翁起身說：「大仙來了。」大家跟著老翁，把頭巾推高，出門迎接，又聽見它拱手致意的聲音。進屋以後，它便放聲大笑，暢快地交談。高少宰和他的兄弟那時還是秀才，剛從考場回來。仙人說：「兩位在考場寫的文章也不錯，只是經書還不夠熟，還要勤奮用功，取得功名也就不遠了。」兄弟倆恭敬地詢問祖父的病情。它說：「生死是大事，其中的道理很難弄清。」大家因此知道，這話預示著不好的結果。不久，祖父便去世了。從前有個耍猴人，在村裡表演。猴子掙斷鎖鏈逃走，追不上，跑進了山裡。幾十年間，人們還見過它。它行動迅疾，飄忽難測，一看見人便逃跑。後來漸漸進村偷吃水果點心，人們都沒有見到它。有一天，它被村裡人看見，眾人把它追到野外，射死了。可是猴子的鬼魂竟不知道自己已經死了，只覺得身體輕得像一片葉子，一口氣就能走一百里。於是去依靠河間的老翁，說：「你若能供奉我，我就讓你發財。」從此便自稱靜山。
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。
高少宰念东先生说：“崇祯年间，有个猴仙，号称静山。它的魂灵寄居在河间一个老翁那里，和人谈论诗文，预测吉凶，谈个不停，也不疲倦。把菜肴和果品放在桌上，它便大吃大喝，弄得一片狼藉，只是看不见它罢了。”当时，念东先生的祖父卧病在床。有人写信来说：“侯静山是一位百岁老人，不可不见。”于是派仆人带着马去接老翁。老翁来了，过了一整天，仙人还没有来，大家便烧香祭请。忽然听见屋顶上传来洪亮的赞叹声：“好人家！”众人惊讶地四处张望。过了一会儿，屋檐间又响起同样的话。老翁起身说：“大仙来了。”大家跟着老翁，把头巾推高，出门迎接，又听见它拱手致意的声音。进屋以后，它便放声大笑，畅快地交谈。高少宰和他的兄弟那时还是秀才，刚从考场回来。仙人说：“两位在考场写的文章也不错，只是经书还不够熟，还要勤奋用功，取得功名也就不远了。”兄弟俩恭敬地询问祖父的病情。它说：“生死是大事，其中的道理很难弄清。”大家因此知道，这话预示着不好的结果。不久，祖父便去世了。从前有个耍猴人，在村里表演。猴子挣断锁链逃走，追不上，跑进了山里。几十年间，人们还见过它。它行动迅疾，飘忽难测，一看见人便逃跑。后来渐渐进村偷吃水果点心，人们都没有见到它。有一天，它被村里人看见，众人把它追到野外，射死了。可是猴子的鬼魂竟不知道自己已经死了，只觉得身体轻得像一片叶子，一口气就能走一百里。于是去依靠河间的老翁，说：“你若能供奉我，我就让你发财。”从此便自称静山。
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.