On this day, when I walked to the foot of a mountain, Zhan Houcheng looked up and saw that the top of the mountain was covered with mist, with a bit of fairy spirit, so he asked the local natives. An old man with white beard told him that there were many hermits living on the mountain. It is said that the top of the mountain is like spring all year round and flowers are blooming, but the road is difficult to walk, and the locals have never been to it.
Zhan Houcheng was intrigued and placed his luggage in a nearby inn. He ordered the book boy to take care of his luggage and horses. Early the next morning, he went up the mountain alone.
climbed all day and was about to reach the top of the mountain, but there was no way to go. There were rocks everywhere, blocking the road up the mountain. The sky was getting darker and it was too late to go down the mountain. Zhan Houcheng discovered a cave and hid in the cave to settle down.
When Zhan Houcheng woke up, it was already the next morning, and the sun was shining brightly. He found a light coming out of the hole and walked along the light. After about a cup of tea, I walked out of the cave and suddenly opened my eyes. Another scenery was clear, with green plants and green flowers, and clouds floating, like fairyland.
Zhan Houcheng was overjoyed and walked away with confidence. Not long after, I arrived at a forest and suddenly heard a sound coming from inside. He walked over with the sound and saw an old man with fairy spirit sitting cross-legged on a piece of grass. In front of him was an gourd , and a scorpion was lying not far away.
I saw that the scorpion was very big, dark all over, and glowed with a green light, which was rare. The old man kept fiddling with grassroots and drove it into the gourd. The scorpion seemed unwilling to do so and kept using two large pliers to resist the grassroots. The old man was very angry and kept scolding, and the sound was made by him.
Zhan Houcheng stood beside him and watched. After a while, the scorpion was finally pulled into the gourd by the old man with grass roots. The old man quickly stuffed the mouth of the gourd, unable to help but dance, like a child. Zhan Houcheng asked, "Grandpa, why are you putting a scorpion in a gourd?"
The old man looked back at Zhan Houcheng, his eyes shining, and said, "Scholar, don't you know, this scorpion is not small. It has been hiding in the mountains for more than 500 years, absorbing the essence of heaven and earth, and is full of treasures. I plan to soak it in wine to improve my skills."
Zhan Houcheng said, "It has been practicing for more than 500 years, and it is really not easy. How can you do it for a while. What is your own benefit to harm innocent people? "The old man laughed and said, "You are such a confused person. You are so stupid. You can't meet such a spiritual thing. Since you meet, how can you let it go. Oh, by the way, who are you?" Zhan Houcheng talked about his origin, and the old man happily said, "Encountering is fate. Come to my house to have a cup of tea."
Zhan Houcheng went happily. After walking not far, a cave appeared, which was very spacious, with stone benches, stone tables and stone beds. The old man filled the gourd with wine, stuffed it with a plug, and said with a smile: "This is Xuanbing wine. In less than a stick of incense, the scorpion will freeze and die. You sit down, I will boil water and cut tea." After that, he went to light firewood to boil water. Zhan Houcheng suddenly felt aroused his heart. He looked at the old man and found that his back was facing him. He picked up the gourd, pulled out the plug, and poured out the wine in the gourd.
I saw the scorpion crawling out along the wine, and a thin layer of ice was formed all over my body, and I kept trembling. Zhan Houcheng grabbed it and put it in his arms. The old man had already seen it and hurriedly shouted, "The scorpion is very poisonous, bite you. Even if Hua Tuo is alive, he will be powerless to turn things around." Zhan Houcheng smiled and said, "I am kind to it, it will not bite me."
The old man shook his head and said, "I don't believe it, take it out and take it out and take a look." Zhan Houcheng took out the scorpion from his arms, and saw the scorpion curled in the palm of his hand, looking obedient. The old man sighed and said, "It's a pity that my Xuanbing Wine is good, it has a fate with you. Take it away, and I won't leave you for tea." After saying that, the old man picked up the goose feather fan and slapped Zhan Houcheng. Zhan Houcheng rose into the air, his body drifted with the wind, and landed in front of the inn.
Zhan Houcheng put the scorpion in his pocket and set off home with the book boy. About four or five days later, I arrived at home. Min prepared a banquet to welcome him. Min was eager to persuade him to drink, and Zhan Houcheng couldn't help but get drunk.
Min helped Zhan Houcheng to sleep. When he took off his clothes, a scorpion suddenly fell out. Min was startled and hurriedly avoided. I saw the scorpion crawling on Zhan Houcheng's neck and biting it. Zhan Houcheng sat up suddenly, screamed, and fell on the bed. He was covered in black and purple and gradually disappeared.
The scorpion jumped out of the bed in a hurry and fell into the crack in the wall and disappeared. Min was stunned for a while, and finally realized it. He rushed forward and touched Zhan Houcheng. His whole body was cold and he had no breathing.
Min couldn't help laughing, shouting "Good bite", then lifted the bed curtain , and shouted under the punch, "He is dead, you come out quickly." As soon as he finished speaking, a man came out from under the bed.
This person is not someone else, but a scholar named Qin. He had long been coveting the beauty of Min, and took advantage of Zhan Houcheng's examination to come and get into Min. Min couldn't stand the loneliness and bribed the little maid who served him and got along with the scholar named Qin. The scholar named Qin died two years ago and had not yet reunited. He was greedy for Min's beauty and the property of the Zhan family, and persuaded Min. After Zhan Houcheng came back, he died of medicine and the two were together for a long time.
Today, Zhan Houcheng came back. The scholar surnamed Qin did not leave. He was so scared that he hurriedly hid under the bed. Unexpectedly, why didn’t the Scorpion bit Zhan Houcheng to death? After he came out from under the bed, he reached out to Tan Zhan Houcheng's breath, then hugged Min and laughed, saying, "It's God that helps me, so that we can avoid us from taking action." Before he finished speaking, a scholar named Qin suddenly felt a heart-wrenching pain at the ankle. He quickly looked down and saw a scorpion biting at the ankle. He jumped and shook his feet desperately, but he couldn't get rid of the scorpion. After a while, the scholar named Qin fell to the ground and died.
Min was so scared that she shouted, and the little maid and Shutong rushed in after hearing the sound. Min was so scared that she was so scared that the little maid and Shu were young and at a loss.
At this time, Zhan Houcheng suddenly sat up and walked out of bed. Although he had no body temperature and breathing, his soul did not dissipate. He witnessed the ugly behavior of Min and Qin and heard their conversation.
It turns out that the scorpion used a bitter meat scheme, which can freely regulate toxins. Although Zhan Houcheng fainted and had not much toxin, he would wake up soon, with the purpose of allowing Zhan Houcheng to witness all this. And the scholar named Qin was really dead.
Zhan Houcheng sent the bodies of Min and Qin to the government office. The government interrogated and punished Min and the little maid, removed the scholar named Qin from his fame, and ordered his family to carry home for burial.
Less than a year later, Zhan Houcheng married another wife. As for the scorpion, it has never appeared since he bit the scholar named Qin to death. It seems that it came back with Zhan Houcheng just to expose Min's ugly behavior.
This is exactly what it means that since ancient times, greed for lust leads to life, and loss of fame and integrity will leave a bad reputation. I advise you not to do things that are deceiving, and there will be gods on your head. This story adopts absurd writing style, which is to use things to describe the truth and persuade people to imitate the world, and has nothing to do with feudal superstition.
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