An Extended Cash Hold

With Qingming Festival (tomb sweeping day) around the corner, I’d like to share this original story about one of the common practices during Qingming:

There would be an extended hold on my cash deposit. I wasn’t happy with it.

“Is it because my death certificate is expiring? I’m getting my renewed one on Thursday,” I asked. The teller didn’t look happy either. Her crystal ball got smashed last Tuesday and the bank still had not sent her a new one.

She still gave me a smile that was only slightly colder than usual.

“No. Not that. It’s actually for your protection, as inconvenient as it is,” she said, handing me the receipt. “The exchange rate is fluctuating too much. The bank will pick the best rate during the hold time period to minimize your loss.”

I glared at my receipt and saw something new: “Spirit Amount Deposited: $100,000.00; USD Amount Deposited: $50.00; Spirit Amount Available: $0.00; USD Amount Available: $0.00; Hold Time: 7 Earth Days.”

I did’t understand.

“Is it because of the inflation? The gas price soar?” I vaguely recalled that our currency should not be affected by all that.

The teller shook her head.

“I wish it’s that simple, Mr. Xu,” she pressed something on her keyboard. “I will just be honest with you on this one. The bank now has to link the value of your funds with the LOGS of the person who sent you the money, especially if it’s sent through the cash burning system.”

Man, I hated acronyms!

“What’s logs?”

“Sorry. I should have explained it. It’s just that it’s still a working process of naming this so it doesn’t stand for anything official,” she lowered her voice. “It’s L, O, G, S: Level of Giving a Shit.”

Oh I see…

“So I assume since it’s been five years, my family’s level of giving a shit about me has experienced a significant decline,” I said. No surprise to me. A bit annoying to actually think about it and say it out loud. “Then what difference will 7 days make? Will their logs change dramatically during 7 days after all these years?”

She nodded, reminding me of my elementary school teacher when I answered a question right. Man, that was so long ago I lost count.

“Yep! Normally during the following week, sometimes longer, the sender might experience stronger feelings towards their late relatives, particularly if they wish to be blessed.”

That actually made a lot of sense. I did get summoned in their dreams a lot more often during the Ghost Month of the year. Those heartless useless brats!

“You can now monitor the exchange rate and corresponding value of your deposit using online banking or our mobile app.”

That’s actually pretty nice. I thanked her for all the information and helping me set up that online thing about a year ago. It was funny that they had been trying for years when I was alive. Persistence could be rewarding.

As I walked out of the bank, a stack of ghost money appeared in my hands. Meanwhile, I heard my 59 year old son crying for my blessing in his job hunting.

I shook my head and headed towards the ATM.

What could his dead old man do to help him land a job in the living world? Perhaps if his LOGS went high enough, I could use that to pull some strings once the funds cleared.

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A Ghost That Can’t Count

During the metropolitan exams of an imperial examination¹ of the Yongzheng² Emperor’s reign, a young man with the surname of Tang had a female ghost with dishevelled hair breaking in his booth in the middle of the night.

She tore his examination paper into pieces that flew all over the place like butterflies.

Tang, a man of righteousness and courage, maintained his cool.

“Whatever happened in my previous life is unknown to me,” he sat straight and said. “I have never done any harm in this life as far as I know. Why did you mess with me then?”

The ghost looked quite confused. “Are you not number 47?” She asked.

“I’m number 49,” Tang said.

It turned out that the ghost skipped two vacant booths and miscounted.

She stared at Tang for a while, and sincerely apologized before she left.

A moment later, an eerie shriek came from the number 47 booth. Later it was announced that the person was bewitched and suffered from sudden illness.

–From Ji Yun’s Notes of the Thatched Abode of Close Observations (The Qing Dynasty)

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1. Metropolitan is the second of the three major levels the Ming dynasty’s and the Qing dynasty’s imperial examination used to select government officials.

2. The Yongzheng Emperor (12-13-1678 – 10-8-1735) was the fifth emperor of the Qing dynasty.

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40000 in Debt

Minister of War, Mr. Wang¹ in Xincheng² had a head butler who was quite well-off.

One night, in the butler’s dream, a man ran to him and said, “You owe me 40,000 qian³ and now it’s the time to pay me back.” The butler tried to ask for more information, but the man said nothing more and disappeared.

After he woke up, he learned that his wife had just given birth to a baby boy. He couldn’t help but wonder if the baby was the same man from his dream. If so, the man might have come to collect his money.

The butler set aside 40,000 qian in a designated room and ordered that from then on, everything the family needed for the boy had to be purchased with money from the specific stash.

When the boy was about 3 or 4 years old, there were only 700 qian left.

One day, the nanny took the boy over to the butler so he could play with the kid. The butler said to his son, “That 40,000 is almost gone. I guess this is about as far as it goes.”

The boy all of the sudden put on a totally different face and jerked his head back, eyes wide open. The nanny and the butler checked on him immediately, only to find him dead.

What’s left of the money turned out to be the exact amount needed for the boy’s funeral.

Long time ago, some heirless old man asked a highly respected monk how he ended up childless. The monk said to him: “You don’t owe anyone, and no one owes you anything. How can you have kids then?” According to the monk, if you have good children, they are here to pay you back for something nice you have done for them; if you have one that brings you tons of headaches, it’s because you owed them in the past life, and you need to pay them back. In summary, don’t get too excited about having children in your life. On the other hand, if you lose them, don’t get overly sad, either.

–From Pu Songling’s Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio (The Qing Dynasty)

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1. Wang Xiangqian, a real minister in the Ming Dynasty.

2. Old name for a town in Shandong province.

3. An ancient Chinese currency unit in the form of a copper coin with a square hole. 1000 is one Guan.

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The One

It took me a while to find the perfect doll. The second I laid my eyes on the blurry picture of her eBay listing, I knew she was the one. The perfect haunted doll I’d been looking for.

Bidding at $555. 25 bids. 30 seconds left. I waited till the last 10 seconds and bagged her at the cost of $999.99, beating all the crazy losers pursuing an overpriced humanoid supposedly possessed by a human spirit. So much for the limit on my credit card. That’s a problem I wouldn’t have to worry about for a while.

She arrived three days later than the estimated delivery date. Thrilled to see it on the front porch after my second job, I took off my name tag and threw it on the tall grass in my front yard. I kicked off my shoes, escaped from the prison of my work uniform, and reached for my blade hidden beneath my bloomers. Was that blood on the inside of the left flap of the box? Right on!

I slit the rest of the tapes open and finally met her. Craftsmanship! People don’t care about it as often nowadays. Although the doll was only made of resin, the level of attention to detail resonated with me as some old memories rose from somewhere deep inside me.

She stared at me as if she was the one who had just opened up a new package, not me. I was wondering what kind of spirit, if any, sat behind the pair of glass balls glistening against my flickering hallway lights. Time to change the lightbulbs. Like I gave a shit.

I set her on my nightstand before bed and fell asleep like a legit baby. All the overtime went unpaid and days off wasted thanks to those idiots’ no-call-no-shows drained me faster than any vampire or whatever blood-sucking creatures I’d ever heard of. Time for a rest.

Before I lost consciousness, I saw the doll’s innocent smile twitch into a mischievous smirk.

I woke up standing, faced with the wine glass I put down on my nightstand the night before. I lifted my arm and the whole room brightened up as I saw the delicate resin hand attached to my wrist by a ball joint. I was free. In my new body.

As to whatever that took that floppy flesh vessel, good luck with that.

I wanted to do so many things. First, I closed my eyes for a long overdue nap.

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A Father’s Imposter

Today I want to share a sad story from Ban Bao’s In Search of the Supernatural , which will probably appear in my next book:

In the Jin dynasty¹, a man in Wuxing, Zhejiang Province had two sons. Whenever they worked in the field, the two young men often saw their dad come to yell at them. He sometimes even smacked them and shooed them away.

The sons at last told their mother, who later asked the father about it. The father was shocked. Knowing it wasn’t him, he wondered if some kind of monster took his form. He told his sons if the fake father showed himself again, they shall hit it with an axe.

Ever since then, the thing stopped showing up. One day, the father, worried that his sons would be bewildered by the evil monster, went to the field to check on them. The sons, mistaking him for the imposter, attacked and killed him. They then buried the body and went home.

The imposter later went to their home in the father’s form and told the family that his boys had already taken care of the evil monster. When the sons returned, the whole family celebrated.

Years had passed without anyone noticing anything unusual.

One day, a sorcerer travelled by the family and told the two young men that he noticed the father had strong evil vibes around him.

The sons went to tell the father, who got outrageous. The sons then came out to warn the sorcerer and told him to leave. Instead, the sorcerer entered the house while casting some spells.

The father instantly transformed into an old fox. The fox went under the bed but still got caught and killed.

The brothers then realized that the one they’d killed in the field was their real father.

They reburied their father and gave him a proper funeral.

Soon after that, one of the sons killed himself. The other, suffering from regret and anger, also passed away before long.

–From Gan Bao’s In Search of the Supernatural (The Jin Dynasty)

1. The Jin Dynasty (266–420). It’s a little strange for the author to refer to their own dynasty in this way. Perhaps this story was said to have happened in the Western Jin (266-316) whereas Gan Bao (315-336) lived in the Eastern Jin.

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Head flyers and head droppers are humans with special abilities to let their head leave their body and fly around. Mostly at night, according to numerous ancient Chinese stories and essays. I translated two of the stories and included them in my book Head Flyer and 100 More Ancient Chinese Strange Stories. It’s free for Kindle Unlimited users. Non users can also get a sample which includes 11 stories if I counted it right.

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Five-Colored Jade and Frozen Bodies

Emperor Xuanzong of Tang, the emperor in the plausible story

During early years of Tianbao, General An Sishun presented a belt made of a kind of rare jade called jade of five colors to the emperor. The emperor loved it. He then commended to look for more five-color-jade items, but all they could find was a cup in the left part of the royal inventory.

The emperor, a little upset, wondered why there was not much tribute of five-color-jade items in recent years. He then sent out his men to ask vassal states in the west. When the messengers came back the emperor then learned that they did try to make tribute of five-color-jade to the Tang Empire, but there was this tiny country called Small Bolu that frequently sent out armies to rob their caravan, and that was why the emperor did not get them.

The emperor was outrageous at the news and wanted to send troops to teach Small Bolu a lesson. Most chancellors tried to convince him that it was not a good idea, except the prime minister Li Linfu who said he could not agree with him more suggested that general Wang Tianyun was the best man for this mission.

Wang Tianyun later set off with an army of over 40,000 for the west, where together with armies from other vassal states, they marched towards Small Bolu. The king of Small Bolu, intimidated, begged for forgiveness and was willing to give Tang and its allies all the treasure in the kingdom, including all the five-color jade. General Wang Tianyun refused and led his men into the country, who slaughtered a lot of civilians, and took all their treasure along with about 3000 survivors as captives.

A shaman in Small Bolu said, “The general has no sense of justice but full of cruelty. This soon shall bring disaster in the form of snow storm.”

The troops marched for about 20 miles when severe snow storm came out of nowhere. The snowflakes swept like numerous wings, with the wind bashing the lake, which instantly turned it into giant ice cones before breaking into pieces in the storm. The storm went on for half a day, and the lake was overflown with ice and water. All the 40,000 officers and soldiers were frozen to death except two: one from the Tang Empire which happened to be General Wang Tianyun, and the other from one of the vassal states.

The emperor found the news so strange and unbelievable that he sent out two envoys to check it out. When the two finally arrived at the spot, they saw that the bodies of the soldiers, sealed in ice, still looked like when the storm occurred. Stunned by the scene, the envoys managed to collect themselves and head back. As they turned around on their way for the last time, the ice suddenly melted away and all the bodies disappeared.

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

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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)

More stories are available in my book Head Flyer and 100 More Ancient Chinese Strange Stories at: https://a.co/d/6gZruWM

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

Man herding horses Painting by Han Gan

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.

More stories are available in my book Head Flyer and 100 More Ancient Chinese Strange Stories at: https://a.co/d/6gZruWM