Dancing Corpse

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A Hermit named Zheng Binyan used to live in Hebei province. The head of village he stayed at just lost his wife, and the corpse was not coffined yet.

By sunset, their children started hearing faint music. The music became louder and louder, as if the music itself was able to walk. As the music came to the front yard, the dead body started moving too.

When the music arrived at the room of the body and started resonating around the beam and pillars, the corpse got up and started dancing.

The music then left the room, followed by the body, and went away.

It was completely dark by that time and it turned out to be a moonless night. The family was then too scared to go after the dancing corpse.

The widower only learned about it later that night when he finally got home wasted. The drunken man burst into rage upon the news, broke off a mulberry branch as thick as one’s arm, and went out in search for his wife, cursing.

After walking down about two miles in a cemetery, he finally heard the same music coming from a cypress forest. As he approached, he saw his dead wife dancing under a tree surrounded by faint but bright flame.

The widower wielded the mulberry branch right at the corpse; the music stopped and the dead woman instantly fell. The head of the village then picked up his wife’s dead body and walked his way back.

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Translated from a story in Youyang Zazu (Miscellaneous Morsels from Youyang) by Duan Chengshi (Tang Dynasty)

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The Ferry Goddess of Jealousy

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Back in Jin dynasty during the years of Dashi*, a man named Liu Boyu had a wife whose maiden name was Duan and her courtesy name was Mingguang (meaning bright light).

Mingguang was very jealous. Boyu used to read poem Ode to the Goddess of Luo River and say something like, “If only I could have the Goddess of Luo River (Luo Shen) as my wife! Then there would be nothing else I want in my life!”

Mingguang could not take it anymore and asked, “You would choose a fictional goddess over me? How about I die? Huh? Then no doubt I will be a goddess too!”

On that night Mingguang jumped into the river near by and killed herself.

Seven days after Mingguang died, she appeared in Boyu’s dream at night, saying, “You wished to marry a goddess. Your wish came true. I am a goddess now.”

Boyu was scared and woke up. He never got anywhere near the river the rest of his life, not to mention taking a ferry.

The ferry of the river though, started to have strange effects.

Whenever a good-looking lady wanted to go across the river, she had to make a total mess of herself by damaging her clothes and making her make-up and hair as untidy as possible. Otherwise, the whole boat would suffer from sudden and outrageous storm which would nearly scare everyone on board to death.

In the case of plain or even ugly ladies, however, no matter how dressed-up she was, the river wouldn’t bother to even stir a bit, as Mingguang the goddess was not jealous.

Therefore, ladies who could not cause any storm on the river were considered unattractive. As a result, women who were not confident of their appearance would also mess up their look to avoid this kind of embarrassment.

There then came a saying: “To find out if your girl is a true beauty, take her to the ferry; if there is a storm, she fits the goddess’s norm.”

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Translated from a story in Youyang Zazu (Miscellaneous Morsels from Youyang) by Duan Chengshi (Tang Dynasty)

*c. 265-274

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Painted Horse Coming to Life

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During the early years of Jianzhong, someone took a horse to a vet specializing in horses, claiming that there seemed to be something wrong with one the horse’s hooves. He also offered to pay 20 coins to have it cured.

The vet had never seen any horse with such bone structure or fur color, so he laughed and said, “This horse looks more like those Han Gan* the artist painted than real horses!”

He then asked the person to walk the horse around the market with himself following.

Han gan happened to be in the neighborhood and saw them.

“This horse really looks like one of my paintings!” Han said, quite surprised. He checked his art works as soon as he got home, when he found a horse on one of the paintings that looked exactly like the one he saw at the market. On one of its hooves there was a small ink dot that might have been an accident. Han then knew for sure it was the spirit of his painting that he saw.

Later on, all the coins the vet got, after going through several receivers, turned into fake coins made of clay.

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Translated from a story in Youyang Zazu (Miscellaneous Morsels from Youyang) by Duan Chengshi (Tang Dynasty)

* Han Gan (c. 706-783): famous artist in Tang Dynasty.

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