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Chat Zai Story: Paint the skin

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There was a scholar named Wang in Taiyuan, who got up early in the morning for a walk, met a girl, holding a package in her hand, and hurried to the road in a panic, as if someone was chasing after her. The man with the surname Wang felt a little strange, so he quickly followed. At first glance, it turned out to be a sixteen or seventeen-year-old beauty. When the surname Wang saw that she was born beautifully and looked miserable, he did not feel a little love. So he walked over to him and said, "In the early morning, where is the girl going?" How can a man rush here?" The girl turned her head to look at him and said, "You are also strange, I am not related to you, and I am not related to you, can you take care of my business?" The foreign surname Wang said, "This is not certain." If there is a place that is useful, I Wang Mou will never resign. When the girl heard this, she looked dejected and said, "Actually, you might as well tell you." My parents were greedy for money and sold me to a large family. That big wife's heart is narrow, can't tolerate me, sooner or later I have to be beaten and scolded by her, this kind of day, I really had enough, want to come and go, it is better to go!" The king asked, "Then where are you going?" The girl replied, "Where will the absconding woman go?" The man surnamed Wang said, "My house is nearby, so why don't you rest there?" The girl was very happy to hear this, and accepted his invitation. The surname Wang took the package for her and led her home together. When the girl saw that there was no one else in the room, she asked, "Why is there no one in your house?" The surname Wang replied, "This is just my study." The girl said, "This is a good place to hide." If you pity me and don't let me die, please keep it a secret and don't leak it. The surname Wang said yes, and the two slept together.

Chat Zai Story: Paint the skin

The one with the surname Wang let the girl hide in the secret room, and no one knew about it for several days. Later, he couldn't hold back, so he revealed a little to his wife. His wife's surname was Chen, very virtuous, and he suspected that the girl was the little wife of a large family, and persuaded her husband to send her back quickly, but the surname Wang said that he could not say anything.

One day, Wang, he met a Taoist priest on the street, and when the Daoist priest saw him, he jumped and asked him what he had encountered recently. The surname Wang said: No. "The Daoist priest said: Lan you are obviously covered with evil qi, how can you say that there is no?" The surname Wang vigorously defended. The Daoist priest had no choice but to sigh and said, "What a fool! There are people in the world who are not awake until they are dying!" With that, he left. The man surnamed Wang felt that there was something in the Taoist priest's words, and he was suspicious of the girl. But then I thought, "She is obviously a beautiful child, how can she be a monster?" It must have been that Daoist priest who was in a panic and wanted to use some money by exorcising evil spirits?" There was no race to take this matter to heart. Soon, he walked to the door of his study, and the inside of the door was actually latched, and he couldn't get in. He suspected that the girl might be doing something, so he climbed over the broken wall. At this time, he suddenly found that the door of the room was also locked. He crept through the window slit and looked inside, only to see a female ghost with green faces and fangs, spreading a human skin on the bed, holding a colored pen to paint. After painting for a while, she dropped the colored pen, picked up the human skin and draped it on her body, and turned into a beautiful woman again.

Chat Zai Story: Paint the skin

When the surname Wang saw this situation, he was so frightened that his soul was not possessed, and he quickly climbed out. He hurried to chase after the Daoist, but he didn't know where he was going. He searched everywhere, and later found him in a wilderness. The king knelt before the Taoist priest and begged him for help. The Taoist priest said, "All right! I'll just banish her for you." Speaking of this thing, it is strange and pitiful, it took a long time to find a substitute; I could not bear to hurt her life at once. So he handed it to a duster surnamed Wang and told him to hang it at the door of his bedroom. Before leaving, the two agreed to meet at the Qingdi Temple next time. After returning home with the wooden surname Wang, he did not dare to go into the study again, so he slept in the inner room and hung the duster in the doorway. About a day later, he heard a slight footstep outside the door, and he hurriedly shrunk his head in the bed, but asked his wife to peek. When she saw a woman approaching, she saw the Taoist priest's whiskers, and she did not dare to continue walking forward; she just stood there and bit her teeth very hard. It took a long time before he left with hatred. After a while, she turned back and scolded, "Damn old way! Come and scare my wife! Is it impossible to say that what you eat in your mouth and spit it out? With that, he took off the dust and tore it to pieces. She slammed the door hard again, all the way to the bed of the surnamed King, tore open his belly, pulled out his heart, and then walked away. Come to the next history of the people to come to the fish.

Chat Zai Story: Paint the skin

The wife surnamed Wang was frightened, and it took half a day before she shouted for help. Hearing the shouts, they all ran in together, lit candles, and found that the king was dead, and the blood in his stomach was flowing everywhere. Chen Shi looked at it, scared and sad, but silently shed tears, and did not dare to show it for a while. The next day, Chen asked his younger brother Erlang to go to the Qingdi Temple to tell the Taoists. When the Daoist priest heard this, he was greatly enraged, gritted his teeth and said, "Annoying! Annoying! I originally pitied her for leaving her this little life, but I didn't expect her courage to be so big!" With that, he went with Erlang to the house of the surnamed Wang. By this time, the female ghost was gone. The Daoist priest raised his head and looked around and said, "Fortunately, she has not escaped far." Then he asked, "Whose house is the courtyard to the south?" Jiro replied, "I live there." The Taoist priest said, "Now that female ghost is in your house." Erlang listened and was shocked, thinking it was unlikely. When the Taoist priest saw that he did not believe it, he asked, "Is there a stranger coming to your house today?" Erlang said, "I rushed to the Qingdi Temple early in the morning, but I don't know yet, so I'll go back and ask about it." Erlang went for a while and came back to tell the Taoist priest, "There really is such a thing." An old woman came in the morning and wanted to help me with the maid, and my wife had left her behind, and she is still there!" The Taoist priest said, "This is the thing." He went back with Jiro. The Taoist priest raised his wooden sword, stood in the middle of the courtyard, and shouted, "Demon! Give me back!" The old woman was in the room, frightened and colorless, and was waiting to take the door and flee; the Taoist priest chased after her with a sword, and the old woman fell to the ground, and the human skin fell with a bang, turning into an evil ghost, lying on the ground and screaming like a pig. The Taoist priest cut off her head with a wooden sword, and her body turned into a wisp of smoke and wrapped around the ground. The Taoist priest took out a gourd, pulled out the plug, and placed it in the middle of the smoke, and the smoke was all sucked in in an instant, just like a person's mouth inhaling. The Taoist priest then stuffed the gourd and hid it in the bag. If you look at that human skin again, it is incomplete that none of the eyebrows, hands and feet are the same. The Taoist priest rolled up the human skin, and the sound was like rolling up the sleeves. After the meal was over, I was ready to say goodbye.

Chat Zai Story: Paint the skin

When Chen Shi saw that the Daoist priest was leaving, he ran to the door and asked the Daoist priest to save her father-in-law. The Taoist priest said that it was unimaginable. Chen Shi listened, and cried more and more sadly, and fell to the ground and refused to get up. The Taoist priest pondered for a moment and said, "My Taoism is not enough, and I really cannot bring your husband back to life." But I can tell you a man who may be able to do you a favor. Chen asked who this person was? The Taoist priest said, "There is a madman on the street who often sleeps on the dirty dirt. You can go and beg him. If he humiliates you unjustifiably, don't get angry. Erlang was by the side, and he also firmly remembered the Taoist priest's command, so he bid farewell to him and went with his sister-in-law. They saw the beggar singing madly on the road, his nose dragging so long that it was too dirty for him to get close. Chen Shi knelt on the ground and slowly moved in front of the beggar. The beggar smiled and said, "But the beauty has a crush on me?" Chen Shi then told him what he had come. The beggar laughed again and said, "What face is alive like you who loves a rotten commodity when you see one?" Chen shi still pleaded. The beggar said, "You are also strange!" When my husband dies and wants me to come to my rescue, am I the king of Yama?" Saying that, he angrily hit Chen Shi with a crutch, and Chen Shiqiang endured the pain and did not dare to be angry at all. At this time, the people on the street slowly gathered around, like a wall. The beggar suddenly spat out a large mouthful of phlegm in his hand, and then put his hand to Chen's mouth and asked her to eat it. Chen Shi blushed and looked a little embarrassed, but when he thought of the Daoist priest's command, he swallowed the phlegm his scalp, only to feel that the phlegm entered the throat tube, just like a ball of cotton, it was not easy to swallow, and it always stopped at the chest. The beggar saw that Chen Shi had swallowed phlegm, and laughed and said, "This beauty really likes me with a dead heart!" So, without looking back, Chen and Erlang chased after him, and saw him enter a temple, and disappeared in a flash. They searched everywhere and never saw anyone. I was ashamed and resentful!

Chat Zai Story: Paint the skin

After Chen Shi returned home, he thought that her husband had died so tragically, and he had been so humiliated in plain faith, and he cried to death and lived. When she cleaned up the blood and collected the body, the family just stood by and watched, and no one dared to come closer. Chen Shi hugged the corpse, put the intestines back into his stomach, and while cooking, he cried, and even his voice was hoarse. At this time, she suddenly felt a little wanted to vomit, and the thing that was stalked in her chest also took advantage of this time to rush straight out, and before she could pick it up, she had already fallen into her husband's chest. When she looked closely, it turned out to be a human heart, still beating in her chest! She was so surprised that she quickly closed the cracked chest cavity with both hands and touched the corpse, and gradually became hot. She put a silk quilt over her husband's body, and when she got up in the middle of the night to look, the surname Wang was breathing again. After dawn, he came back to life. The surname Wang said: "I have been in a trance, as if I was dreaming, and I only feel a faint pain in my chest. "Look at his wound again, it has formed a scar as big as a copper coin, and soon it will be all right." (Adapted from "Painted Skin")

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