Text: Yin Xuewen
In the early years of the Republic of China, Yingchuan County, on the banks of the Yingshui River.
Chen Qingsun is a young talent of the Yingchuan Chen family, he is a man of integrity, he has been familiar with the scriptures since he was a child, and when he grew up, he learned to be rich in five cars, and he was a kind and wise man.
There is an old locust tree behind Chen Qingsun's house, and the locust tree has craggy branches and is said to have grown for more than 500 years. There are often some strange things happening under the locust tree, and many villagers come here to worship and pray for blessings, more or less some spiritual experience. Over time, people built a small temple next to a tree called" "Temple of the King of Locusts."
One summer, in the evening, the weather was extremely hot.
Chen Qingsun was alone next to the locust tree to cool off. Suddenly, a mournful and miserable voice came from inside the Temple of the Locust King not far away, and the voice was intermittent and very gloomy: "I am the Locust King here, and I have supreme mana." I like your black bull very much, and now order you to kill the cow and offer it to me, or I will take your son with me. ”
Chen Qingsun's family was not particularly well-off, and the whole family relied on the big black cow that worked hard to cultivate a few acres of thin land. So Chen Qingsun categorically refused the request of the so-called King Huai. Chen Qingsun said boldly, "People's lives are all born predestined, not what ghosts like you have to decide." "Chen Qingsun was impassioned, and he had a great look of my fate in heaven, not by the momentum of God.
Within a few days, Chen Qingsun's son did drown.
This night, Chen Qingsun had just buried his son and was sad. Suddenly, the miserable voice came again: "Your black bull can't escape the palm of my hand, if you don't offer it to me again, I'll take your wife." ”
Chen Qingsun was furious: "It's just a ghost, I have the ability to find trouble for me!" Hugh wanted to make me give in. ”
Within a few days, Chen Qingsun's wife died of an acute illness.
In the night, the so-called King of the Locust Tree came again and said, "If I can't wait for your black bull, after three days, you will undoubtedly die." ”
Chen Qingsun was not afraid: "The big husband is not afraid of death, why should the little ghost be afraid of death?" ”
Three days later, Chen Qingsun was unharmed.
It was night, and the so-called King of the Locust Tree came over and apologized to Chen Qingsun and said, "Your honor, your heart is right, and there will be great blessings in the future." Please don't tell anyone about this, but let the gods know that my sins are not small. I'm actually a little ghost, and I make a living by inquiring about some secrets. I heard that your son and your wife's life expectancy is coming to an end, so I have come to deceive you into ordering food and drink, please spare me. You wrote in the Yangshou book that the age is eighty-three, and the family road will soon be satisfactory, and there are ghosts and gods secretly protecting you, and I will be willing to be a slave to you in the future. ”
Then the little devil prostrated himself to Chen Qingsun and begged Chen Qingsun for forgiveness.
Just as there was a vacancy in the Seventh Hall of the Underworld, Emperor Dongyue appointed Chen Qingsun to temporarily take his place. So Every few days, Chen Qingsun would take his ghost servant to the Underworld to work. A few years passed, and the home was safe and sound.
Later, Chen Qingsun married a young and beautiful wife, but this wife was particularly eager for success and quick profit, and was very impetuous. However, Chen Qingsun still forgave his little wife, and his life was still harmonious.
One day, Chen Qingsun was still in the underworld to read and sort out the book, and he opened a book of meditation.
Only to see that one of his wives' crimes was registered in the book of meditation, which said: "Stole a chicken from a neighbor, and even the chicken feathers weighed a total of one pound and twelve." ”
So Chen Qingsun folded up this page as a mark.
When he returned to earth, he asked his wife if she had stolen the neighbor's chicken.
At first, his wife denied it, and then he confronted her what he had seen in the book of meditations, at which point his wife turned herself in and said, "Because the neighbor's chickens ate our family's grain, I mistakenly beat the chickens to death." I was afraid that the woman from the neighbor's house would come and argue with me, so I had to hide the chicken first, and no one had found it yet. ”
So Chen Qingsun and his wife took out the dead chicken and weighed it, and it was no more and no less, just one pound and twelve.
Both of them looked at each other very surprised, and the things registered in the book of meditation were really accurate. Couples are at a loss and don't know how to be good.
This was Chen Qingsun's ghost servant who suddenly appeared and said, "Master, in fact, this matter is not difficult, as long as it is equivalent to the market price, and together with the dead chicken, it is used to compensate the neighbors and apologize." The matter is over, and the underworld is not an unreasonable place. ”
Chen Qingsun and his wife apologized to the neighbor with silver money and dead chicken according to the words of the ghost servant, and won the forgiveness of the neighbor.
Soon Chen Qingsun returned to the underworld again, opened the book of meditation that he had made a good mark, and the folded page was still there, but there was no wife's guilt on it.
Chen Qingsun lived a carefree life, and lived a very relaxed life, and after his death at the age of eighty-three, Chen Qingsun was appointed by the underworld as the city god of Yingchuan.
Knowing that the City God Master inside the City God Temple in Yingchuan was still a yellow-faced Xiucai, the City God Master was surrounded by his servant, the black-faced ghost servant who had teased him.