長山安翁者，性喜操農功。秋間荍熟，刈堆隴畔。時近村有盜稼者，因命佃人，乘月輦運登場﹔俟其裝載歸，而自留邏守。遂枕戈露臥。目稍瞑，忽聞有人踐荍根，咋咋作響。心疑暴客。急舉首，則一大鬼，高丈餘，赤髮鬡鬚，去身已近。大怖，不遑他計，踴身暴起，狠刺之。鬼鳴如雷而逝。恐其復來，荷戈而歸。迎佃人於途，告以所見，且戒勿往。眾未深信。越日，曝麥於場，忽聞空際有聲，翁駭曰：「鬼物來矣！」乃奔，眾亦奔。移時復聚，翁命多設弓弩以俟之。翼日，果復來。數矢齊發，物懼而遁。二三日竟不復來。麥既登倉，禾䕸雜遝，翁命收積為垛，而親登踐實之，高至數尺。忽遙望駭曰：「鬼物至矣！」眾急覓弓矢，物已奔翁。翁仆，齕其額而去。共登視，則去額骨如掌，昏不知人。負至家中，遂卒。後不復見。不知其何怪也。
長山有位安老翁，生性愛做農活。秋天蕎麥熟了，割下來堆在田埂邊。當時附近村裡有人偷莊稼，他便叫佃戶趁著月光，把蕎麥裝車運到打穀場。等他們裝好車走了，自己留下巡視看守，枕著戈露天躺下。眼睛剛閉上一點，忽然聽見有人踩著蕎麥茬，咋咋作響。他懷疑來了強盜，急忙抬頭，只見一個大鬼，身高一丈多，紅頭髮，鬍鬚蓬亂，已經離自己很近。他害怕極了，來不及想別的辦法，猛然跳起身，狠命刺去。大鬼發出雷鳴般的吼聲，逃走了。老翁怕它回來，便扛著戈回家。路上迎面遇見佃戶，告訴他們剛才見到的事，並叮囑他們不要再去。眾人不太相信。第二天，大家正在場上曬麥子，忽然聽見空中傳來聲音。老翁驚叫：「鬼怪來了！」轉身就跑，其他人也跟著跑了。過了一陣，大家重新聚在一起，老翁叫他們多準備弓弩，等著鬼怪來。次日，它果然又來了。幾支箭一齊射出，那東西害怕，逃走了。接下來的兩三天，它都沒再來。麥子收進倉後，場上秸稈雜亂地堆著。老翁叫人收攏起來堆成垛，自己爬上去踩實，垛有幾尺高。忽然，他望向遠處，驚叫：「鬼怪來了！」眾人急忙找弓箭，那東西卻已經衝到老翁跟前。老翁倒下，它咬了他的額頭，便走了。大家爬上去檢視，只見額骨被咬掉了手掌那麼大的一塊，老翁昏迷不醒。他們把他揹回家，他隨後就死了。後來再沒見過那東西，也不知道是什麼怪物。
长山安翁者，性喜操农功。秋间荍熟，刈堆陇畔。时近村有盗稼者，因命佃人，乘月辇运登场﹔俟其装载归，而自留逻守。遂枕戈露卧。目稍瞑，忽闻有人践荍根，咋咋作响。心疑暴客。急举首，则一大鬼，高丈余，赤发鬡须，去身已近。大怖，不遑他计，踊身暴起，狠刺之。鬼鸣如雷而逝。恐其复来，荷戈而归。迎佃人于途，告以所见，且戒勿往。众未深信。越日，曝麦于场，忽闻空际有声，翁骇曰：「鬼物来矣！」乃奔，众亦奔。移时复聚，翁命多设弓弩以俟之。翼日，果复来。数矢齐发，物惧而遁。二三日竟不复来。麦既登仓，禾䕸杂遝，翁命收积为垛，而亲登践实之，高至数尺。忽遥望骇曰：「鬼物至矣！」众急觅弓矢，物已奔翁。翁仆，龁其额而去。共登视，则去额骨如掌，昏不知人。负至家中，遂卒。后不复见。不知其何怪也。
长山有位安老翁，生性爱做农活。秋天荞麦熟了，割下来堆在田埂边。当时附近村里有人偷庄稼，他便叫佃户趁着月光，把荞麦装车运到打谷场。等他们装好车走了，自己留下巡视看守，枕着戈露天躺下。眼睛刚闭上一点，忽然听见有人踩着荞麦茬，咋咋作响。他怀疑来了强盗，急忙抬头，只见一个大鬼，身高一丈多，红头发，胡须蓬乱，已经离自己很近。他害怕极了，来不及想别的办法，猛然跳起身，狠命刺去。大鬼发出雷鸣般的吼声，逃走了。老翁怕它回来，便扛着戈回家。路上迎面遇见佃户，告诉他们刚才见到的事，并叮嘱他们不要再去。众人不太相信。第二天，大家正在场上晒麦子，忽然听见空中传来声音。老翁惊叫：“鬼怪来了！”转身就跑，其他人也跟着跑了。过了一阵，大家重新聚在一起，老翁叫他们多准备弓弩，等着鬼怪来。次日，它果然又来了。几支箭一齐射出，那东西害怕，逃走了。接下来的两三天，它都没再来。麦子收进仓后，场上秸秆杂乱地堆着。老翁叫人收拢起来堆成垛，自己爬上去踩实，垛有几尺高。忽然，他望向远处，惊叫：“鬼怪来了！”众人急忙找弓箭，那东西却已经冲到老翁跟前。老翁倒下，它咬了他的额头，便走了。大家爬上去查看，只见额骨被咬掉了手掌那么大的一块，老翁昏迷不醒。他们把他背回家，他随后就死了。后来再没见过那东西，也不知道是什么怪物。
Old An of Changshan loved farm work. One autumn, when the buckwheat was ripe, he had it cut and stacked by the field ridges. Someone in a nearby village had been stealing crops at the time, so he told his tenants to cart it by moonlight to the threshing floor. He waited until they had loaded up and gone, and stayed behind himself to keep watch. He lay down in the open with his head pillowed on his spear. His eyes had barely closed when he heard someone treading on the buckwheat stubble, crunch, crunch. He took it for a robber. He raised his head quickly: it was a huge fiend, more than ten feet tall, with red hair and a bristling beard, and it was already close upon him. In terror, with no time to think of anything else, he sprang up and stabbed at it with all his might. The fiend gave a roar like thunder and was gone. Afraid it would come back, he shouldered his spear and went home. He met the tenants on the road, told them what he had seen, and warned them not to go out there. They did not quite believe him. The next day they were drying wheat on the threshing floor when a sound came out of the sky. The old man cried in fright, “The fiend is coming!” He ran, and the others ran too. After a while they gathered again, and he had them set out a good many bows and crossbows and wait for it. The day after, sure enough, it came again. Several arrows flew at once, and the thing took fright and fled. For two or three days it did not come back. When the wheat was in the granary, the stalks and straw lay about in heaps. The old man had them gathered into a stack and climbed up himself to tread it down firm, until it stood several feet high. Suddenly he looked into the distance and cried in fright, “The fiend is here!” The others hurried to find their bows and arrows, but the thing was already rushing at him. He fell; it bit his forehead and was gone. They climbed up to look: a piece of his forehead bone the size of a palm had been bitten away, and he lay senseless. They carried him home on their backs, and there he died. It was never seen again. No one knows what kind of monster it was.