Canonical Classics ← Contents
第十一回
yóutàizōnghuánhún
jìnguāguǒliúquánpèi

Touring the Underworld, Taizong Returns to Life · Presenting Melons and Fruit, Liu Quan Renews the Marriage Bond

第十一回
模式 Mode Read Study
拼音 Pinyin Off
字體 Script
開卷詩

shīyuēshīyuē

bǎisuìguāngyīnshuǐliúshēngshìděngōubǎisuìguāngyīnshuǐliúshēngshìděngōu
zuózhāomiànshàngtáohuājīntóubiānxuěpiànzuózhāomiànshàngtáohuājīntóubiānxuěpiàn
báizhèncánfāngshìhuànguīshēngqièzǎohuítóubáizhèncánfāngshìhuànguīshēngqièzǎohuítóu
láiyīnzhìnéngyánshòushànqiúliántiānzhōuláiyīnzhìnéngyán寿shòushànqiúliántiānzhōu
魂出五鳳樓

quèshuōtàizōngmiǎomiǎomángmánghúnlíngjìngchūfènglóuqiánzhǐjiànlínjūnqǐngjiàchūcháocǎiliètàizōngxīnráncóngzhīpiāomiǎoérxíngleduōshírénsànhuāngjiāocǎozhījiānzhèngjīnghuángnánxúndàozhǐjiànbiānyǒuréngāoshēngjiàodào:「tánghuángwǎngzhèláiwǎngzhèlái。」tàizōngwényántáitóuguānkànzhǐjiànrénquèshuōtàizōngmiǎomiǎomángmánghúnlíngjìngchūfènglóuqiánzhǐjiànlínjūnqǐngjiàchūcháocǎiliètàizōngxīnráncóngzhīpiāomiǎoérxíngleduōshírénsànhuāngjiāocǎozhījiānzhèngjīnghuángnánxúndàozhǐjiànbiānyǒuréngāoshēngjiàodào:「tánghuángwǎngzhèláiwǎngzhèlái。」tàizōngwényántáitóuguānkànzhǐjiànrén

掌案判官
tóudǐngshāyāowéijiǎotóudǐngshāyāowéijiǎo
tóudǐngshāpiāoruǎndàiyāowéijiǎoxiǎnjīnxiāngtóudǐngshāpiāoruǎndàiyāowéijiǎoxiǎnjīnxiāng
shǒuqíngníngxiángǎishēnzhuóluópáoyǐnruìguāngshǒuqíngníngxiángǎishēnzhuóluópáoyǐnruìguāng
jiǎoshuāngfěnxuēdēngyúnjiǎoshuāngfěnxuēdēngyún
huáichuāiběnshēng簿zhùdìngcúnwáng怀huáichuāiběnshēng簿zhùdìngcúnwáng
bìnpéngsōngpiāoěrshàngfēiràosāipángbìnpéngsōngpiāoěrshàngfēiràosāipáng
céngwéitángguóxiàngjīnzhǎngànshìyánwángcéngwéitángguóxiàngjīnzhǎngànshìyánwáng
崔珏接駕

tàizōngxíngdàobiānzhǐjiànguìbàipángkǒuchēng:「xiàshèchénshīyuǎnyíngzhīzuì。」tàizōngwènyuē:「shìrényīnshénshìqiánláijiēbài?」réndào:「wēichénbànyuèqiánzàisēnluó殿diànshàngjiànjīngguǐlónggàoxiàjiùfǎnzhūzhī殿diànqínguǎngwángchāiguǐ使shǐcuīqǐngxiàyàosāncáoduìànchénzhīzhīláijiānhòujiējīnláichíwàngshùzuìshùzuì。」tàizōngdào:「xìngshénmíngshuíshìguānzhí?」réndào:「wēichéncúnzàiyángcáoshìxiānjūnjiàqiánwéizhōulìnghòubàishìlángxìngcuīmíngjuéjīnzàiyīnshòufēngzhǎngànpànguān。」tàizōngjìnqiánshǒumángchāndào:「xiānshēngyuǎnláozhènjiàqiánwèizhēngyǒushūfēngzhèngxiānshēngquèhǎoxiāng。」pànguānxièēnwènshūzàichùtàizōngxiàngxiùzhōngchūcuījuébàijiēlechāifēngérkànshūyuētàizōngxíngdàobiānzhǐjiànguìbàipángkǒuchēng:「xiàshèchénshīyuǎnyíngzhīzuì。」tàizōngwènyuē:「shìrényīnshénshìqiánláijiēbài?」réndào:「wēichénbànyuèqiánzàisēnluó殿diànshàngjiànjīngguǐlónggàoxiàjiùfǎnzhūzhī殿diànqín广guǎngwángchāiguǐ使shǐcuīqǐngxiàyàosāncáoduìànchénzhīzhīláijiānhòujiējīnláichíwàngshùzuìshùzuì。」tàizōngdào:「xìngshénmíngshuíshìguānzhí?」réndào:「wēichéncúnzàiyángcáoshìxiānjūnjiàqiánwéizhōulìnghòubàishìlángxìngcuīmíngjuéjīnzàiyīnshòufēngzhǎngànpànguān。」tàizōngjìnqiánshǒumángchāndào:「xiānshēngyuǎnláozhènjiàqiánwèizhēngyǒushūfēngzhèngxiānshēngquèhǎoxiāng。」pànguānxièēnwènshūzàichùtàizōngxiàngxiùzhōngchūcuījuébàijiēlechāifēngérkànshūyuē

魏徵之書

àiwèizhēngdùnshǒushūbàiànxiōngcuīlǎoxiānshēngtáixiàjiāoyóuyīnróngzàishūěrshùzǎiwénqīngjiàochángzhǐshìjiélìngshèshūpǐnfèngwèixiǎngfǒuyòuchéngmèngzhōnglínshìshǐzhīxiōngzhǎngréngāoqiānnàiyīnyángliǎngtiānfāngnéngmiàn覿jīnyīntàizōngwénhuángshūránérliàoshìduìànsāncáoránxiōngzhǎngxiānghuìwànniànshēngjiāoqíngfāng便biànèrfàngxiàhuíyángshūwéiàiróngzàixiūxièjìnàiwèizhēngdùnshǒushūbàiànxiōngcuīlǎoxiānshēngtáixiàjiāoyóuyīnróngzàishūěrshùzǎiwénqīngjiàochángzhǐshìjiélìngshèshūpǐnfèngwèixiǎngfǒuyòuchéngmèngzhōnglínshìshǐzhīxiōngzhǎngréngāoqiānnàiyīnyángliǎngtiānfāngnéngmiànjīnyīntàizōngwénhuángshūránérliàoshìduìànsāncáoránxiōngzhǎngxiānghuìwànniànshēngjiāoqíngfāng便biànèrfàngxiàhuíyángshūwéiàiróngzàixiūxièjìn

判官許諾

pànguānkànleshū滿mǎnxīnhuāndào:「wèiréncáoqiánmèngzhǎnlǎolóngshìchénzǎozhīshènshìkuājiǎngjìnyòuméngzǎowǎnkànchéndesūnjīnyǒushūláixiàkuānxīnwēichénguǎnsòngxiàhuányángchóngdēngquè。」tàizōngchēngxièlepànguānkànleshūmǎnxīnhuāndào:「wèiréncáoqiánmèngzhǎnlǎolóngshìchénzǎozhīshènshìkuājiǎngjìnyòuméngzǎowǎnkànchéndesūnjīnyǒushūláixiàkuānxīnwēichénguǎnsòngxiàhuányángchóngdēngquè。」tàizōngchēngxièle

鬼門關

èrrénzhèngshuōjiānzhǐjiànbiānyǒuduìqīngtóngzhíchuángfānbǎogàigāojiàodào:「yánwángyǒuqǐngyǒuqǐng。」tàizōngsuìcuīpànguānbìngèrtóngqiánjìnjiànzuòchéngchéngménshàngguàzhemiànpáishàngxiězheyōumíngguǐménguānjīnqīngjiāngchuángfānyáodòngyǐntàizōngjìngchéngzhōngshùnjiēérzǒuzhǐjiànjiēpángbiānyǒuxiānzhǔyuānxiānxiōngjiànchéngyuánshàngqiándào:「shìmínláileshìmínláile。」jiànchéngyuánjiùláijiūsuǒmìngtàizōngduǒshǎnbèichězhùxìngyǒucuīpànguānhuànqīngmiànliáoguǐ使shǐ退tuìlejiànchéngyuántàizōngfāngtuōshēnérxíngshùjiànzuòlóutáizhēnzhuàngdànjiànèrrénzhèngshuōjiānzhǐjiànbiānyǒuduìqīngtóngzhíchuángfānbǎogàigāojiàodào:「yánwángyǒuqǐngyǒuqǐng。」tàizōngsuìcuīpànguānbìngèrtóngqiánjìnjiànzuòchéngchéngménshàngguàzhemiànpáishàngxiězheyōumíngguǐménguānjīnqīngjiāngchuángfānyáodòngyǐntàizōngjìngchéngzhōngshùnjiēérzǒuzhǐjiànjiēpángbiānyǒuxiānzhǔyuānxiānxiōngjiànchéngyuánshàngqiándào:「shìmínláileshìmínláile。」jiànchéngyuánjiùláijiūsuǒmìngtàizōngduǒshǎnbèichězhùxìngyǒucuīpànguānhuànqīngmiànliáoguǐ使shǐ退tuìlejiànchéngyuántàizōngfāngtuōshēnérxíngshùjiànzuòlóutáizhēnzhuàngdànjiàn

森羅殿賦
piāopiāowàndiécǎixiáduīyǐnyǐnqiāntiáohóngxiànpiāopiāowàndiécǎixiáduīyǐnyǐnqiāntiáohóngxiàn
gěnggěngyánfēiguàishòutóuhuīhuīdiéyuānyāngpiàngěnggěngyánfēiguàishòutóuhuīhuīdiéyuānyāngpiàn
ménzuānchìjīndìngkǎnshèhéngbáiduànménzuānchìjīndìngkǎnshèhéngbáiduàn
chuāngyǒujìnguāngfàngxiǎoyānliánlónghuǎngliàng穿chuānhóngdiànchuāngyǒujìnguāngfàngxiǎoyānliánlónghuǎngliàng穿chuānhóngdiàn
lóutáigāosǒngjiēqīngxiāolángpíngpáiliánbǎoyuànlóutáigāosǒngjiēqīngxiāolángpíngpáiliánbǎoyuàn
shòudǐngxiāngyúnjiàngshādēnghuǒmínggōngshànshòudǐngxiāngyúnjiàngshādēnghuǒmínggōngshàn
zuǒbiānměnglièbǎiniútóuyòuxiàzhēngróngluómiànzuǒbiānměnglièbǎiniútóuyòuxiàzhēngróngluómiàn
jiēwángsòngguǐzhuǎnjīnpáiyǐnzhāohúnchuíliànjiēwángsòngguǐzhuǎnjīnpáiyǐnzhāohúnchuíliàn
huànzuòyīnzǒnghuìménxiàfāngyánlǎosēnluó殿diànhuànzuòyīnzǒnghuìménxiàfāngyánlǎosēnluó殿diàn
十王迎駕

tàizōngzhèngzàiwàimiànguānkànzhǐjiànxiānghuánpèidīngdāngxiānxiāngwàiyǒuliǎngduìzhúhòumiànquèshìshídàiyánwángjiàngjiēérzhìshìshídàiyánjūnqínguǎngwángchūjiāngwángsòngwángguānwángyánluówángpíngděngwángtàishānwángshìwángbiànchéngwángzhuǎnlúnwángshíwángchūzàisēnluóbǎo殿diànkòngbèigōngshēnyíngtàizōngtàizōngqiānxiàgǎnqiánxíngshíwángdào:「xiàshìyángjiānrénwángděngshìyīnjiānguǐwángfènsuǒdāngránguòràng?」tàizōngdào:「zhènzuìhuīxiàgǎnlùnyīnyángrénguǐzhīdào?」xùnzhītàizōngqiánxíngjìngsēnluó殿diànshàngshíwángfēnbīnzhǔzuòdìngtàizōngzhèngzàiwàimiànguānkànzhǐjiànxiānghuánpèidīngdāngxiānxiāngwàiyǒuliǎngduìzhúhòumiànquèshìshídàiyánwángjiàngjiēérzhìshìshídàiyánjūnqín广guǎngwángchūjiāngwángsòngwángguānwángyánluówángpíngděngwángtàishānwángshìwángbiànchéngwángzhuǎnlúnwángshíwángchūzàisēnluóbǎo殿diànkòngbèigōngshēnyíngtàizōngtàizōngqiānxiàgǎnqiánxíngshíwángdào:「xiàshìyángjiānrénwángděngshìyīnjiānguǐwángfènsuǒdāngránguòràng?」tàizōngdào:「zhènzuìhuīxiàgǎnlùnyīnyángrénguǐzhīdào?」xùnzhītàizōngqiánxíngjìngsēnluó殿diànshàngshíwángfēnbīnzhǔzuòdìng

三曹對案

yuēyǒupiànshíqínguǎngwánggǒngshǒuérjìnyányuē:「jīngguǐlónggàoxiàjiùérfǎnshāzhī?」tàizōngdào:「zhèncéngmènglǎolóngqiújiùshíshìyǔnshìfànzuìdāngxínggāiréncáoguānwèizhēngchùzhǎnzhènxuānwèizhēngzài殿diànzhuózhīmèngérzhǎnzhèshìréncáoguānchūméishényòushìlóngwángfànzuìdāngshìzhènzhīguò?」yuēyǒupiànshíqín广guǎngwánggǒngshǒuérjìnyányuē:「jīngguǐlónggàoxiàjiùérfǎnshāzhī?」tàizōngdào:「zhèncéngmènglǎolóngqiújiùshíshìyǔnshìfànzuìdāngxínggāiréncáoguānwèizhēngchùzhǎnzhènxuānwèizhēngzài殿diànzhuózhīmèngérzhǎnzhèshìréncáoguānchūméishényòushìlóngwángfànzuìdāngshìzhènzhīguò?」

十王伏禮

shíwángwényándào:「lóngwèishēngzhīqiánnándòuxīng簿shàngzhùdìnggāizāoshāréncáozhīshǒuděngzǎozhīzhīdànzhǐshìzàizhébiàndìngyàoxiàláisāncáoduìànshìděngjiāngsònglúnzàngzhuǎnshēnglejīnyòuyǒuláoxiàjiànglínwàngshùcuīzhīzuì。」shíwángwényándào:「lóngwèishēngzhīqiánnándòuxīng簿shàngzhùdìnggāizāoshāréncáozhīshǒuděngzǎozhīzhīdànzhǐshìzàizhébiàndìngyàoxiàláisāncáoduìànshìděngjiāngsònglúnzàngzhuǎnshēnglejīnyòuyǒuláoxiàjiànglínwàngshùcuīzhīzuì。」

判官添壽

yánmìngzhǎngshēng簿pànguān簿ziláikànxiàyángshòutiān祿gāiyǒucuīpànguānzhuǎnfángjiāngtiānxiàwànguóguówángtiān祿zǒng簿xiānzhújiǎnyuèzhǐjiànnánshànzhōutángtàizōnghuángzhùdìngzhēnguānshísānniáncuīpànguānchīlejīngnóngjiāngshàngtiānleliǎnghuàquèjiāng簿zichéngshàngshíwángcóngtóukànjiàntàizōngmíngxiàzhùdìngsānshísānniányánwángjīngwèn:「xiàdēngduōshǎoniánle?」tàizōngdào:「zhènwèijīnshísānniánle。」yánwángdào:「xiàkuānxīnháiyǒuèrshíniányángshòuláishìduìànmíngbáiqǐngfǎnběnhuányáng。」yánmìngzhǎngshēng簿pànguān簿ziláikànxiàyáng寿shòutiāngāiyǒucuīpànguānzhuǎnfángjiāngtiānxiàwànguóguówángtiānzǒng簿xiānzhújiǎnyuèzhǐjiànnánshànzhōutángtàizōnghuángzhùdìngzhēnguānshísānniáncuīpànguānchīlejīngnóngjiāngshàngtiānleliǎnghuàquèjiāng簿zichéngshàngshíwángcóngtóukànjiàntàizōngmíngxiàzhùdìngsānshísānniányánwángjīngwèn:「xiàdēngduōshǎoniánle?」tàizōngdào:「zhènwèijīnshísānniánle。」yánwángdào:「xiàkuānxīnháiyǒuèrshíniányáng寿shòuláishìduìànmíngbáiqǐngfǎnběnhuányáng。」

瓜果之約

tàizōngwényángōngshēnchēngxièshíyánwángchāicuīpànguānzhūtàiwèièrrénsòngtàizōnghuánhúntàizōngchūsēnluó殿diànyòushǒuwènshíwángdào:「zhèngōngzhōnglǎoshàoānfǒu?」shíwángdào:「āndànkǒngmèishòuyǒng。」tàizōngyòuzàibàixiè:「zhènhuíyángshìchóuxièwéiguāguǒér。」shíwángyuē:「chùyǒudōngguā西guāzhǐshǎonánguā。」tàizōngdào:「zhènhuísòngláisònglái。」cóngsuìxiāngérbiétàizōngwényángōngshēnchēngxièshíyánwángchāicuīpànguānzhūtàiwèièrrénsòngtàizōnghuánhúntàizōngchūsēnluó殿diànyòushǒuwènshíwángdào:「zhèngōngzhōnglǎoshàoānfǒu?」shíwángdào:「āndànkǒngmèi寿shòuyǒng。」tàizōngyòuzàibàixiè:「zhènhuíyángshìchóuxièwéiguāguǒér。」shíwángyuē:「chùyǒudōngguā西guāzhǐshǎonánguā。」tàizōngdào:「zhènhuísòngláisònglái。」cóngsuìxiāngérbié

太尉引路

tàiwèizhíshǒuyǐnhúnfānzàiqiányǐncuīpànguānsuíhòubǎozhetàizōngjìngchūyōutàizōngérkànshìjiùwènpànguānyuē:「chà?」pànguāndào:「chàyīnshìzhèbānyǒuláijīnsòngxiàzhuǎnlúnzàngchūshēnqǐngxiàyóuguānjiàoxiàzhuǎntuōchāoshēng。」tàizōngzhǐsuíliǎngyǐnqiánláitàiwèizhíshǒuyǐnhúnfānzàiqiányǐncuīpànguānsuíhòubǎozhetàizōngjìngchūyōutàizōngérkànshìjiùwènpànguānyuē:「chà?」pànguāndào:「chàyīnshìzhèbānyǒuláijīnsòngxiàzhuǎnlúnzàngchūshēnqǐngxiàyóuguānjiàoxiàzhuǎntuōchāoshēng。」tàizōngzhǐsuíliǎngyǐnqiánlái

背陰山

jìngxíngshùjiànzuògāoshānyīnyúnchuíhēikōngtàizōngdào:「cuīxiānshēngxiāngshìshénmeshān?」pànguāndào:「nǎiyōumíngbèiyīnshān。」tàizōngsǒngdào:「zhèn?」pànguāndào:「xiàkuānxīnyǒuchénděngyǐnlǐng。」tàizōngzhànzhànjīngjīngxiāngsuíèrrénshàngshānyántáitóuguānkànzhǐjiànjìngxíngshùjiànzuògāoshānyīnyúnchuíhēikōngtàizōngdào:「cuīxiānshēngxiāngshìshénmeshān?」pànguāndào:「nǎiyōumíngbèiyīnshān。」tàizōngsǒngdào:「zhèn?」pànguāndào:「xiàkuānxīnyǒuchénděngyǐnlǐng。」tàizōngzhànzhànjīngjīngxiāngsuíèrrénshàngshānyántáitóuguānkànzhǐjiàn

背陰山賦
xíngduōāoshìgèngxíngduōāoshìgèng
jùnshǔlǐnggāoyánjùnshǔlǐnggāoyán
fēiyángshìzhīmíngshānshíyīnzhīxiǎnfēiyángshìzhīmíngshānshíyīnzhīxiǎn
jīngcóngcóngcángguǐguàishílínlínyǐnxiéjīngcóngcóngcángguǐguàishílínlínyǐnxié
ěrpànwénshòuniǎozàoyǎnqiánwéijiànguǐyāoxíngěrpànwénshòuniǎozàoyǎnqiánwéijiànguǐyāoxíng
yīnfēnghēimànmànyīnfēnghēimànmàn
yīnfēngshìshénbīngkǒunèishàoláiyānyīnfēngshìshénbīngkǒunèishàoláiyān
hēimànmànshìguǐsuìànzhōngpēnchūhēimànmànshìguǐsuìànzhōngpēnchū
wànggāojǐngxiāngkànzuǒyòujìnchāngwángwànggāojǐngxiāngkànzuǒyòujìnchāngwáng
shānyǒufēngyǒulǐngyǒudòngyǒujiànyǒushānyǒufēngyǒulǐngyǒudòngyǒujiànyǒu
zhǐshìshānshēngcǎofēngchātiānlǐngxíngdòngyúnjiànliúshuǐzhǐshìshānshēngcǎofēngchātiānlǐngxíngdòngyúnjiànliúshuǐ
ànqiánjiēwǎngliǎnglǐngxiàjìnshéndòngzhōngshōuguǐjiànyǐnxiéhúnànqiánjiēwǎngliǎnglǐngxiàjìnshéndòngzhōngshōuguǐjiànyǐnxiéhún
shānqiánshānhòuniútóumiànluànxuānshānqiánshānhòuniútóumiànluànxuān
bànyǎnbàncángèguǐqiónghúnshíduìbànyǎnbàncáng饿èguǐqiónghúnshíduì
cuīmìngdepànguānmángmángchuánxìnpiàocuīmìngdepànguānmángmángchuánxìnpiào
zhuīhúndetàiwèiyāoyāozǎngōngwénzhuīhúndetàiwèiyāoyāozǎngōngwén
jiǎozixuánfēnggǔngǔnjiǎozixuánfēnggǔngǔn
gōurénhēifēnfēngōurénhēifēnfēn
十八層地獄

tàizōngquánkàozhepànguānbǎoguòleyīnshānqiánjìnyòuleduōménchùchùshìbēishēngzhèněrèguàijīngxīntàizōngyòudào:「shìchù?」pànguāndào:「shìyīnshānbèihòushícéng。」tàizōngdào:「shìshícéng?」pànguāndào:「tīngshuōtàizōngquánkàozhepànguānbǎoguòleyīnshānqiánjìnyòuleduōménchùchùshìbēishēngzhèněrèguàijīngxīntàizōngyòudào:「shìchù?」pànguāndào:「shìyīnshānbèihòushícéng。」tàizōngdào:「shìshícéng?」pànguāndào:「tīngshuō

十八獄
diàojīnyōuwǎnghuǒkēngliáoliáofánfánnǎonǎojìnjiēshìshēngqiánzuòxiàqiānbānhòutōngláishòuzuìmíngdiàojīnyōuwǎnghuǒkēngliáoliáofánfánnǎonǎojìnjiēshìshēngqiánzuòxiàqiānbānhòutōngláishòuzuìmíng
fēngshécǎncǎnzhǐyīnzhōngxiàoshāngtiānkǒushéxīnduòménfēngshécǎncǎnzhǐyīnzhōngxiàoshāngtiānkǒushéxīnduòmén
áiduìdǎochēbēngkāiròuzhànzuǐnǎishìmánxīnmèigōngdàoqiǎohuāyánànsǔnrénáiduìdǎochēbēngkāiròuzhànzuǐnǎishìmánxīnmèigōngdàoqiǎohuāyánànsǔnrén
hánbīngtuōqiàochōuchánggòumiànpéngtóuchóuméizhòuyǎndōushìdòuxiǎochèngchīchǔnzhì使shǐzāitúnlèishēnhánbīngtuōqiàochōuchánggòumiànpéngtóuchóuméizhòuyǎndōushìdòuxiǎochèngchīchǔnzhì使shǐzāitúnlèishēn
yóuguōhēiàndāoshānzhànzhànjīngjīngbēibēiqièqièjiēyīnqiángbàoliángshàncángtóusuōjǐnglíngdīngyóuguōhēiàndāoshānzhànzhànjīngjīngbēibēiqièqièjiēyīnqiángbàoliángshàncángtóusuōjǐnglíngdīng
xuèchíāchènggāntuōzhéduànjīnzhǐwèimóucáihàimìngzǎichùshēngduòluòqiānniánnánjiěshìchénlúnyǒngshìfānshēnxuèchíāchènggāntuōzhéduànjīnzhǐwèimóucáihàimìngzǎichùshēngduòluòqiānniánnánjiěshìchénlúnyǒngshìfānshēn
jǐnláoshuānshéngchánsuǒbǎngjǐnláoshuānshéngchánsuǒbǎng
chāixiēchìguǐhēiliǎnguǐchángqiāngduǎnjiànchāixiēchìguǐhēiliǎnguǐchángqiāngduǎnjiàn
niútóuguǐmiànguǐtiějiǎntóngchuízhǐdezhòuméimiànxiělínlínjiàojiàotiānjiùyìngniútóuguǐmiànguǐtiějiǎntóngchuízhǐdezhòuméimiànxiělínlínjiàojiàotiānjiùyìng
善惡之報

zhèngshìzhèngshì

rénshēngquèxīnshénguǐzhāozhāngfàngguòshuírénshēngquèxīnshénguǐzhāozhāngfàngguòshuí
shànèdàotóuzhōngyǒubàozhǐzhēngláizǎoláichí。」shànèdàotóuzhōngyǒubàozhǐzhēngláizǎoláichí。」
金銀奈河

tàizōngtīngshuōxīnzhōngjīngcǎnjìnqiányòuzǒuduōshíjiànhuǒguǐzhíchuángfānpángguìxiàdào:「qiáoliáng使shǐzhěláijiē。」pànguānlìngshàngqiányǐnzhetàizōngcóngjīnqiáoérguòtàizōngyòujiànbiānyǒuzuòyínqiáoqiáoshàngxíngzhōngxiàoxiánliángzhībèigōngpíngzhèngzhīrényǒuchuángfānjiēyǐnxiāngyòuyǒuqiáohánfēnggǔngǔnxuèlàngtāotāohàozhīshēngjuétàizōngwèndào:「zuòqiáoshìmíng?」pànguāndào:「xiàjiàozuònàiqiáoruòdàoyángjiānqièchuánqiáoxiàdōushìxiētàizōngtīngshuōxīnzhōngjīngcǎnjìnqiányòuzǒuduōshíjiànhuǒguǐzhíchuángfānpángguìxiàdào:「qiáoliáng使shǐzhěláijiē。」pànguānlìngshàngqiányǐnzhetàizōngcóngjīnqiáoérguòtàizōngyòujiànbiānyǒuzuòyínqiáoqiáoshàngxíngzhōngxiàoxiánliángzhībèigōngpíngzhèngzhīrényǒuchuángfānjiēyǐnxiāngyòuyǒuqiáohánfēnggǔngǔnxuèlàngtāotāohàozhīshēngjuétàizōngwèndào:「zuòqiáoshìmíng?」pànguāndào:「xiàjiàozuònàiqiáoruòdàoyángjiānqièchuánqiáoxiàdōushìxiē

奈河橋賦
bēnliúhàohàozhīshuǐxiǎnjùnzhǎizhǎizhībēnliúhàohàozhīshuǐxiǎnjùnzhǎizhǎizhī
yǎnliànchángjiāngquèhuǒkēngshàngjièyǎnliànchángjiāngquèhuǒkēngshàngjiè
yīnrénhántòuxīngfēngwèizuānxīnyīnrénhántòuxīngfēngwèizuānxīn
fānlànggǔnwǎngláibìngméirénchuánfānlànggǔnwǎngláibìngméirénchuán
chìjiǎopéngtóuchūjìnjiēzuòguǐchìjiǎopéngtóuchūjìnjiēzuòguǐ
qiáochángshùkuòzhǐsānzhāgāoyǒubǎichǐshēnquèqiānchóngqiáochángshùkuòzhǐsānzhāgāoyǒubǎichǐshēnquèqiānchóng
shàngshǒulángānxiàyǒuqiǎngrénèguàishàngshǒulángānxiàyǒuqiǎngrénèguài
jiāchǒuchánshēnshàngnàixiǎnjiāchǒuchánshēnshàngnàixiǎn
kànqiáobiānshénjiàngshènxiōngwánnèinièhúnzhēnnǎokànqiáobiānshénjiàngshènxiōngwánnèinièhúnzhēnnǎo
chāshùshàngguàdeshìqīnghónghuángchāshùshàngguàdeshìqīnghónghuáng
dǒuqiándūndeshìhuǐgōngyíndǒuqiándūndeshìhuǐgōngyín
tóngshétiěgǒurènzhēngcānyǒngduònàichū。」tóngshétiěgǒurènzhēngcānyǒngduònàichū。」
奈河橋詩

shīyuēshīyuē

shíwénguǐshénháoxuèshuǐhúnwànzhànggāoshíwénguǐshénháoxuèshuǐhúnwànzhànggāo
shùniútóubìngmiànzhēngníngshǒunàiqiáoshùniútóubìngmiànzhēngníngshǒunàiqiáo
枉死城

zhèngshuōjiānqiáoliáng使shǐzhězǎohuíletàizōngxīnyòujīnghuángdiǎntóuàntànbēishāngxiāngsuízhepànguāntàiwèizǎoguòlenàièshuǐxuèpénjièqiányòudàowǎngchéngzhǐtīnghǒnghǒngrénrǎngfēnmíngshuō:「shìmínláileshìmínláile。」tàizōngtīngjiàoxīnjīngdǎnzhànjiànhuǒtuōyāozhéyǒutóudeguǐmèishàngqiánlánzhùdōujiàodào:「huánmìngláihuánmìnglái!」zhèngshuōjiānqiáoliáng使shǐzhězǎohuíletàizōngxīnyòujīnghuángdiǎntóuàntànbēishāngxiāngsuízhepànguāntàiwèizǎoguòlenàièshuǐxuèpénjièqiányòudàowǎngchéngzhǐtīnghǒnghǒngrénrǎngfēnmíngshuō:「shìmínláileshìmínláile。」tàizōngtīngjiàoxīnjīngdǎnzhànjiànhuǒtuōyāozhéyǒutóudeguǐmèishàngqiánlánzhùdōujiàodào:「huánmìngláihuánmìnglái!」

借金一庫

huāngdetàizōngcángcángduǒduǒzhǐjiào:「cuīxiānshēngjiùcuīxiānshēngjiù!」pànguāndào:「xiàxiēréndōushìliùshíchùyānchénshíèrchùcǎokòuzhòngwángzhòngtóudeguǐhúnjìnshìwǎngdeyuānshōuguǎnchāoshēngyòuqiánchāopánchándōushìhánèguǐxiàxiēqiánchāocáijiùdeli。」tàizōngdào:「guǎrénkōngshēndàoquèyǒuqiánchāo?」pànguāndào:「xiàyángjiānyǒurénjīnyínruògānzàizhèyīnfàngxiàchūmíngyuēxiǎopànzuòbǎoqiějiègěisànzhèxiēèguǐfāngguòtàizōngwènyuē:「rénshìshuí?」pànguāndào:「shìnánkāifēngrénshìxìngxiàngmíngliángyǒushísānjīnyínzàixiàruòjièyòngguòdedàoyángjiānhuán便biànle。」huāngdetàizōngcángcángduǒduǒzhǐjiào:「cuīxiānshēngjiùcuīxiānshēngjiù!」pànguāndào:「xiàxiēréndōushìliùshíchùyānchénshíèrchùcǎokòuzhòngwángzhòngtóudeguǐhúnjìnshìwǎngdeyuānshōuguǎnchāoshēngyòuqiánchāopánchándōushìhán饿èguǐxiàxiēqiánchāocáijiùdeli。」tàizōngdào:「guǎrénkōngshēndàoquèyǒuqiánchāo?」pànguāndào:「xiàyángjiānyǒurénjīnyínruògānzàizhèyīnfàngxiàchūmíngyuēxiǎopànzuòbǎoqiějiègěisànzhèxiē饿èguǐfāngguòtàizōngwènyuē:「rénshìshuí?」pànguāndào:「shìnánkāifēngrénshìxìngxiàngmíngliángyǒushísānjīnyínzàixiàruòjièyòngguòdedàoyángjiānhuán便biànle。」

給散餓鬼

tàizōngshènqíngyuànchūmíngjièyòngsuìlewénshūpànguānjièjīnyínzhuótàiwèijìnxínggěisànpànguānfēnfudào:「zhèxiējīnyínděngjūnfēnyòngfàngtángyeguòdeyángshòuháizǎolilǐngleshíwángjūnsònghuánhúnjiàodàoyángjiānzuòshuǐhuìděngchāoshēngzàixiūshēngshì。」zhòngguǐwényánlejīnyínwéiwéiér退tuìpànguānlìngtàiwèiyáodòngyǐnhúnfānlǐngtàizōngchūlewǎngchéngzhōngbēnshàngpíngyángpiāopiāodàngdàngértàizōngshènqíngyuànchūmíngjièyòngsuìlewénshūpànguānjièjīnyínzhuótàiwèijìnxínggěisànpànguānfēnfudào:「zhèxiējīnyínděngjūnfēnyòngfàngtángyeguòdeyáng寿shòuháizǎolilǐngleshíwángjūnsònghuánhúnjiàodàoyángjiānzuòshuǐhuìděngchāoshēngzàixiūshēngshì。」zhòngguǐwényánlejīnyínwéiwéiér退tuìpànguānlìngtàiwèiyáodòngyǐnhúnfānlǐngtàizōngchūlewǎngchéngzhōngbēnshàngpíngyángpiāopiāodàngdàngér

六道輪迴

qiánjìnduōshíquèláidàoliùdàolúnhuízhīsuǒyòujiànténgyúndeshēnxiápèishòudeyāoguàjīnsēngdàozǒushòufēiqínchīmèiwǎngliǎngtāotāodōubēnzǒulúnhuízhīxiàjìndàotángwángwènyuē:「?」pànguāndào:「xiàmíngxīnjiànxìngshìlechuányángjiānrénzhīzhèhuànzuòliùdàolúnhuíxíngshàndeshēnghuàxiāndàojìnzhōngdechāoshēngguìdàoxíngxiàodezàishēngdàogōngpíngdehuánshēngréndàodezhuǎnshēngdàoèdechénlúnguǐdào。」qiánjìnduōshíquèláidàoliùdàolúnhuízhīsuǒyòujiànténgyúndeshēnxiápèishòudeyāoguàjīnsēngdàozǒushòufēiqínchīmèiwǎngliǎngtāotāodōubēnzǒulúnhuízhīxiàjìndàotángwángwènyuē:「?」pànguāndào:「xiàmíngxīnjiànxìngshìlechuányángjiānrénzhīzhèhuànzuòliùdàolúnhuíxíngshàndeshēnghuàxiāndàojìnzhōngdechāoshēngguìdàoxíngxiàodezàishēngdàogōngpíngdehuánshēngréndàodezhuǎnshēngdàoèdechénlúnguǐdào。」

六道詩

tángwángtīngshuōdiǎntóutànyuētángwángtīngshuōdiǎntóutànyuē

shànzāizhēnshànzāizuòshànguǒzāishànzāizhēnshànzāizuòshànguǒzāi
shànxīnchángqièqièshàndàokāikāishànxīnchángqièqièshàndàokāikāi
jiàoxīngèniànshìshǎodiāoguāijiàoxīngèniànshìshǎodiāoguāi
xiūyánbàoyìngshénguǐyǒuānpái。」xiūyánbàoyìngshénguǐyǒuānpái。」
判官告回

pànguānsòngtángwángzhízhìchāoshēngguìdàoménbàitángwángdào:「xiàajiānnǎichūtóuzhīchùxiǎopàngàohuízhuózhūtàiwèizàisòngchéng。」tángwángxièdào:「yǒuláoxiānshēngyuǎn。」pànguāndào:「xiàdàoyángjiānqiānwànzuòshuǐhuìchāozhǔdeyuānhúnqièwàngleruòshìyīnbàoyuànzhīshēngyángshìjiānfāngxiǎngtàipíngzhīqìngfánbǎishànzhīchùgǎiguòshìrénwéishànguǎnjiàohòudài綿miánchángjiāngshānyǒng。」pànguānsòngtángwángzhízhìchāoshēngguìdàoménbàitángwángdào:「xiàajiānnǎichūtóuzhīchùxiǎopàngàohuízhuózhūtàiwèizàisòngchéng。」tángwángxièdào:「yǒuláoxiānshēngyuǎn。」pànguāndào:「xiàdàoyángjiānqiānwànzuòshuǐhuìchāozhǔdeyuānhúnqièwàngleruòshìyīnbàoyuànzhīshēngyángshìjiānfāngxiǎngtàipíngzhīqìngfánbǎishànzhīchùgǎiguòshìrénwéishànguǎnjiàohòudàimiánchángjiāngshānyǒng。」

推入渭河

tángwángzhǔnzòulecuīpànguānsuízhezhūtàiwèitóngménláitàiwèijiànményǒuhǎiliúānchànbèiqǐngtángwángshàngtàiwèizuǒyòuchíxíngjiànzǎodàolewèishuǐbiānzhǐjiànshuǐmiànshàngyǒuduìjīnzàifāntiàodòutángwángjiànlexīndōutānkànshětàiwèidào:「xiàzǎndòngxiēchènzǎogǎnshíchénjìnchéng。」tángwángzhǐguǎntānkànkěnqiánxíngbèitàiwèicuōzhejiǎogāodào:「háizǒuděngshén?」deshēngwàngwèituīxiàquèjiùtuōleyīnjìnghuíyángshìtángwángzhǔnzòulecuīpànguānsuízhezhūtàiwèitóngménláitàiwèijiànményǒuhǎiliúānchànbèiqǐngtángwángshàngtàiwèizuǒyòuchíxíngjiànzǎodàolewèishuǐbiānzhǐjiànshuǐmiànshàngyǒuduìjīnzàifāntiàodòutángwángjiànlexīndōutānkànshětàiwèidào:「xiàzǎndòngxiēchènzǎogǎnshíchénjìnchéng。」tángwángzhǐguǎntānkànkěnqiánxíngbèitàiwèicuōzhejiǎogāodào:「háizǒuděngshén?」deshēngwàngwèituīxiàquèjiùtuōleyīnjìnghuíyángshì

白虎殿舉哀

quèshuōtángcháojiàxiàyǒumàogōngqínshūbǎojìngduànzhìxuánsānbǎochéngyǎojīngāoshìliánshìfángxuánlínghuìxiāozhāngdàoyuánzhāngshìhéngwángguīděngliǎngbānwénbǎozhedōnggōngtàihuánghòupínfēigōngéshìzhǎngdōuzàibái殿diànshàngāixiāngchuánāizhàoyàoxiǎotiānxiàtàidēngshíyǒuwèizhēngzàipángdào:「lièwèiqiězhùjiǎruòjīngdòngzhōuxiànkǒngshēngqiězàiànhòuzhǔhuánhún。」xiàbiānshǎnshàngjìngzōngdào:「wèichéngxiàngyánzhīshènmiùyún:『shuǐnánshōurénshìfǎn。』zěnmeháishuōzhèděngyánhuòluànrénxīnshìdào?」wèizhēngdào:「mánxiānshēngshuōxiàguānyòushòuxiānshùtuīsuànzuìmíngguǎnxià。」quèshuōtángcháojiàxiàyǒumàogōngqínshūbǎojìngduànzhìxuánsānbǎochéngyǎojīngāoshìliánshì𪟝fángxuánlínghuìxiāozhāngdàoyuánzhāngshìhéngwángguīděngliǎngbānwénbǎozhedōnggōngtàihuánghòupínfēigōngéshìzhǎngdōuzàibái殿diànshàngāixiāngchuánāizhàoyàoxiǎotiānxiàtàidēngshíyǒuwèizhēngzàipángdào:「lièwèiqiězhùjiǎruòjīngdòngzhōuxiànkǒngshēngqiězàiànhòuzhǔhuánhún。」xiàbiānshǎnshàngjìngzōngdào:「wèichéngxiàngyánzhīshènmiùyún:『shuǐnánshōurénshìfǎn。』zěnmeháishuōzhèděngyánhuòluànrénxīnshìdào?」wèizhēngdào:「mánxiānshēngshuōxiàguānyòushòuxiānshùtuīsuànzuìmíngguǎnxià。」

棺中大叫

zhèngjiǎngchùzhǐtīngguānzhōngliánshēngjiàodào:「yǎnshāyǎnshā!」xiàdewénguānjiàngxīnhuānghuánghòupínfēidǎnzhànzhèngjiǎngchùzhǐtīngguānzhōngliánshēngjiàodào:「yǎnshāyǎnshā!」xiàdewénguānjiàngxīnhuānghuánghòupínfēidǎnzhàn

舉哀之狀
miànqiūhòuhuángsāngyāochūnqiánnènliǔtiáomiànqiūhòuhuángsāngyāochūnqiánnènliǔtiáo
chǔjūnjiǎoruǎnnánsāngzhàngjìnāichǔjūnjiǎoruǎnnánsāngzhàngjìnāi
shìzhǎnghúnfēizěndàiliángguānzūnxiàoshìzhǎnghúnfēizěndàiliángguānzūnxiào
pínfēidiēcǎixiépínfēidiēcǎixié
pínfēidiēquèkuángfēngchuīdàobàiróngpínfēidiēquèkuángfēngchuīdàobàiróng
cǎixiéhǎozhòuchōngwāijiāohàndàncǎixiéhǎozhòuchōngwāijiāohàndàn
zhòngchénsǒngruǎnjīnzhòngchénsǒngruǎnjīn
zhànzhànjīngjīngchīchīzhànzhànjīngjīngchīchī
zuòbái殿diànquèxiàngduànliángqiáozuòbái殿diànquèxiàngduànliángqiáo
nàosāngtáijiùdàonàosāngtáijiùdào
開棺甦醒

shízhònggōngrénzǒudejīngguānggǎnjìnlíngjiùduōkuīlezhèngzhídemàogōnglièdewèichéngxiàngyǒudǎnliàngdeqínqióngměngzhuàngdejìngshàngqiánláizheguāncáijiàodào:「xiàyǒushénmefàngxiàxīnchùshuōděngyàonòngguǐjīnghàilejuàn。」wèizhēngdào:「shìnòngguǐnǎixiàhuánhúnkuàixièlái。」kāiguāngàiguǒjiàntàizōngzuòzàimiànháijiào:「yǎnleshìshuíjiùlāo?」màogōngděngshàngqiándào:「xiàxǐngchénděngdōuzàijiàli。」shízhònggōngrénzǒudejīngguānggǎnjìnlíngjiùduōkuīlezhèngzhídemàogōnglièdewèichéngxiàngyǒudǎnliàngdeqínqióngměngzhuàngdejìngshàngqiánláizheguāncáijiàodào:「xiàyǒushénmefàngxiàxīnchùshuōděngyàonòngguǐjīnghàilejuàn。」wèizhēngdào:「shìnòngguǐnǎixiàhuánhúnkuàixièlái。」kāiguāngàiguǒjiàntàizōngzuòzàimiànháijiào:「yǎnleshìshuíjiùlāo?」màogōngděngshàngqiándào:「xiàxǐngchénděngdōuzàijiàli。」

述說水厄

tángwángfāngcáikāiyǎndào:「zhènshìcáihǎoduǒguòyīnèguǐnànyòuzāoshuǐmiànsàngshēnzāi。」zhòngchéndào:「xiàkuānxīnyǒushénshuǐzāilái?」tángwángdào:「zhènzhezhèngxíngzhìwèishuǐbiānjiànshuāngtóubèizhūtàiwèixīnjiāngzhèntuīxiàláidiēluòzhōngyǎn。」wèizhēngdào:「xiàguǐshàngwèijiě。」zhuótàiyuànjìnānshéndìngtāngyàoyòuānpáizhōushànliánèrfāngcáifǎnběnhuányuánzhīderénshìtángwángsānzhòuhuíyángjiānwéijūnyǒushīwéizhèngtángwángfāngcáikāiyǎndào:「zhènshìcáihǎoduǒguòyīnèguǐnànyòuzāoshuǐmiànsàngshēnzāi。」zhòngchéndào:「xiàkuānxīnyǒushénshuǐzāilái?」tángwángdào:「zhènzhezhèngxíngzhìwèishuǐbiānjiànshuāngtóubèizhūtàiwèixīnjiāngzhèntuīxiàláidiēluòzhōngyǎn。」wèizhēngdào:「xiàguǐshàngwèijiě。」zhuótàiyuànjìnānshéndìngtāngyàoyòuānpáizhōushànliánèrfāngcáifǎnběnhuányuánzhīderénshìtángwángsānzhòuhuíyángjiānwéijūnyǒushīwéizhèng

死復生詩
wànjiāngshānbiàngēngláishùdàibàichéngwànjiāngshānbiàngēngláishùdàibàichéng
zhōuqínhànjìnduōshìshuítángwángshēngzhōuqínhànjìnduōshìshuítángwángshēng
眾臣歸寢

dāngtiānwǎnzhòngchénqǐngwángguīqǐnsàndāngtiānwǎnzhòngchénqǐngwángguīqǐnsàn

次早朝門

zǎotuōquèxiàohuànlecǎihóngpáomàoshòujīnzhāngzàicháoménwàiděnghòuxuānzhàozǎotuōquèxiàohuànlecǎihóngpáomàoshòujīnzhāngzàicháoménwàiděnghòuxuānzhào

保養精神

quèshuōtàizōngleānshéndìngzhīliánjìnleshùzhōutāngbèizhòngchénqǐnshìwěnshuìbǎoyǎngjīngshénzhízhìtiānmíngfāngdǒusǒuwēikànzěnshēngbànquèshuōtàizōngleānshéndìngzhīliánjìnleshùzhōutāngbèizhòngchénqǐnshìwěnshuìbǎoyǎngjīngshénzhízhìtiānmíngfāngdǒusǒuwēikànzěnshēngbàn

帝王儀容
dàidǐngchōngtiānguān穿chuānlǐngzhěhuángpáodàidǐngchōngtiānguān穿chuānlǐngzhěhuángpáo
tiáolántiándàiduìchuàngyōutiáolántiándàiduìchuàngyōu
màotángtángsàiguòdāngcháomàotángtángsàiguòdāngcháo
wēilièlièchóngxīngjīnwēilièlièchóngxīngjīn
hǎoqīngpíngyǒudàodetángwánghuíshēngdexiàhǎoqīngpíngyǒudàodetángwánghuíshēngdexià
兩班問覺

tángwángshàngjīnluánbǎo殿diànliǎngbānwénshānpǐnfēnbānzhǐtīngchuánzhǐdào:「yǒushìchūbānláizòushì退tuìcháo。」dōngxiāngshǎnguòmàogōngwèizhēngwángguīhuìfángxuánlíngyuántiāngāngchúnfēngjìngzōngděng西xiāngshǎnguòyīnkāishānliúhóngsānbǎoduànzhìxuánchéngyǎojīnqínshūbǎojìngxuērénguìděngshàngqiánzàibáijiēqiánzòudào:「xiàqiáncháomèngjiǔfāngjué?」tángwángshàngjīnluánbǎo殿diànliǎngbānwénshānpǐnfēnbānzhǐtīngchuánzhǐdào:「yǒushìchūbānláizòushì退tuìcháo。」dōngxiāngshǎnguòmàogōngwèizhēngwángguīhuìfángxuánlíngyuántiāngāngchúnfēngjìngzōngděng西xiāngshǎnguòyīnkāishānliúhóngsānbǎoduànzhìxuánchéngyǎojīnqínshūbǎojìngxuērénguìděngshàngqiánzàibáijiēqiánzòudào:「xiàqiáncháomèngjiǔfāngjué?」

太宗自述

tàizōngdào:「qiánjiēdewèizhēngshūzhènjuéshénhúnchū殿diànzhǐjiànlínjūnqǐngzhènchūlièzhèngxíngshírénzōngyòujiànxiānjūnwángxiānxiōngzhēngrǎngzhèngnánjiěchùjiànrénmàozàopáonǎishìpànguāncuījué退tuìxiānxiōngzhènjiāngwèizhēngshūchuánzhèngkànshíyòujiànqīngzhězhíchuángfānyǐnzhènnèidàosēnluó殿diànshàngshídàiyánwángzuòshuōjīnglónggàojiùzhuǎnshāzhīshìshìzhènjiāngqiányánchénbiànshuōsāncáoduìguòànlemìngshēngwén簿jiǎnkàndeyángshòushíyǒucuīpànguānchuánshàng簿ziyánwángkànledàoguǎrényǒusānshísānniántiān祿cáiguòdeshísānniánháigāièrshíniányángshòuzhuózhūtàiwèicuīpànguānsòngzhènhuíláizhènshíwángzuòbiéyǔnlesòngguāguǒxièēntàizōngdào:「qiánjiēdewèizhēngshūzhènjuéshénhúnchū殿diànzhǐjiànlínjūnqǐngzhènchūlièzhèngxíngshírénzōngyòujiànxiānjūnwángxiānxiōngzhēngrǎngzhèngnánjiěchùjiànrénmàozàopáonǎishìpànguāncuījué退tuìxiānxiōngzhènjiāngwèizhēngshūchuánzhèngkànshíyòujiànqīngzhězhíchuángfānyǐnzhènnèidàosēnluó殿diànshàngshídàiyánwángzuòshuōjīnglónggàojiùzhuǎnshāzhīshìshìzhènjiāngqiányánchénbiànshuōsāncáoduìguòànlemìngshēngwén簿jiǎnkàndeyáng寿shòushíyǒucuīpànguānchuánshàng簿ziyánwángkànledàoguǎrényǒusānshísānniántiāncáiguòdeshísānniánháigāièrshíniányáng寿shòuzhuózhūtàiwèicuīpànguānsòngzhènhuíláizhènshíwángzuòbiéyǔnlesòngguāguǒxièēn

自述地府

chūlesēnluó殿diànjiànyīnzhōngxiàofēifēizuòjiànmíngànpiàndòuxiǎochèngjiāndàozhàwěiyínxiéwǎngzhīshòuxiēshāochōngcuòzhījiānáodiàozhīxíngyǒuqiānqiānwànwànkànzhīyòuguòzhewǎngchéngzhōngyǒushùdeyuānhúnjìndōushìliùshíchùyānchéndecǎokòushíèrchùpànzéidehúnlíngdǎngzhùlezhènzhīláixìngkuīcuīpànguānzuòbǎojièdenánxiànglǎoérdejīnyínmǎizhuǎnguǐhúnfāngqiánxíngcuīpànguānjiàozhènhuíyángshìqiānwànzuòchángshuǐhuìchāozhǔdehúnjiāngyándīngníngchūlesēnluó殿diànjiànyīnzhōngxiàofēifēizuòjiànmíngànpiàndòuxiǎochèngjiāndàozhàwěiyínxiéwǎngzhīshòuxiēshāochōngcuòzhījiānáodiàozhīxíngyǒuqiānqiānwànwànkànzhīyòuguòzhewǎngchéngzhōngyǒushùdeyuānhúnjìndōushìliùshíchùyānchéndecǎokòushíèrchùpànzéidehúnlíngdǎngzhùlezhènzhīláixìngkuīcuīpànguānzuòbǎojièdenánxiànglǎoérdejīnyínmǎizhuǎnguǐhúnfāngqiánxíngcuīpànguānjiàozhènhuíyángshìqiānwànzuòchángshuǐhuìchāozhǔdehúnjiāngyándīngníng

傳報天下

fēnbiéchūleliùdàolúnhuízhīxiàyǒuzhūtàiwèiqǐngzhènshàngfēixiāngxíngdàowèishuǐbiānkànjiànshuǐmiànshàngyǒushuāngtóuzhènghuānchùjiāngcuōzhejiǎotuīxiàshuǐzhōngzhènfānghuánhún。」zhòngchénwényánchēngsuìbiānxíngchuánbàotiānxiàxiànguānyuánshàngbiǎochēngqìngfēnbiéchūleliùdàolúnhuízhīxiàyǒuzhūtàiwèiqǐngzhènshàngfēixiāngxíngdàowèishuǐbiānkànjiànshuǐmiànshàngyǒushuāngtóuzhènghuānchùjiāngcuōzhejiǎotuīxiàshuǐzhōngzhènfānghuánhún。」zhòngchénwényánchēngsuìbiānxíngchuánbàotiānxiàxiànguānyuánshàngbiǎochēngqìng

大赦天下

quèshuōtàizōngyòuchuánzhǐshètiānxiàzuìrényòucházhōngzhòngfànshíyǒushěnguānjiāngxíngjiǎozhǎnzuìréncháyǒubǎimíngchéngshàngtàizōngfàngshèhuíjiābàixiōngtuōchǎnqīnzhímíngniánjīncáorénglǐngyīngzhīzuìzhòngfànxièēnér退tuìyòuchūbǎngwényòuchágōngzhōnglǎoyòucǎigòngyǒusānqiānrénchūzhǐpèijūnnèiwàishànquèshuōtàizōngyòuchuánzhǐshètiānxiàzuìrényòucházhōngzhòngfànshíyǒushěnguānjiāngxíngjiǎozhǎnzuìréncháyǒubǎimíngchéngshàngtàizōngfàngshèhuíjiābàixiōngtuōchǎnqīnzhímíngniánjīncáorénglǐngyīngzhīzuìzhòngfànxièēnér退tuìyòuchūbǎngwényòuchágōngzhōnglǎoyòucǎigòngyǒusānqiānrénchūzhǐpèijūnnèiwàishàn

恩德詩

yǒushīwéizhèngshīyuēyǒushīwéizhèngshīyuē

guótángwángēnhóngdàoguòyáoshùnwànmínfēngguótángwángēnhóngdàoguòyáoshùnwànmínfēng
qiúbǎijiēyuànsānqiānfàngchūgōngqiúbǎijiēyuànsānqiānfàngchūgōng
tiānxiàduōguānchēngshàngshòucháozhōngzhòngzǎiyuánlóngtiānxiàduōguānchēngshàng寿shòucháozhōngzhòngzǎiyuánlóng
shànxīnniàntiānyīngyòuyìnyīngchuánshízōngshànxīnniàntiānyīngyòuyìnyīngchuánshízōng
御製榜文

tàizōngfànggōngchūqiúyòuchūzhìbǎngwénbiànchuántiānxiàbǎngyuēqiánkūnhàoyuèzhàojiànfēnmíngzhòukuānhóngtiānróngjiāndǎng使shǐxīnyòngshùguǒbàozhǐzàijīnshēngshànqiǎnqiúhuòxiūyánhòushìqiānbānqiǎoběnfènwéirénwànzhǒngqiángzěnsuíyuánjiéjiǎnxīnxíngshànkànjīngsǔnrénkōngláizàngtàizōngfànggōngchūqiúyòuchūzhìbǎngwénbiànchuántiānxiàbǎngyuēqiánkūnhàoyuèzhàojiànfēnmíngzhòukuānhóngtiānróngjiāndǎng使shǐxīnyòngshùguǒbàozhǐzàijīnshēngshànqiǎnqiúhuòxiūyánhòushìqiānbānqiǎoběnfènwéirénwànzhǒngqiángzěnsuíyuánjiéjiǎnxīnxíngshànkànjīngsǔnrénkōngláizàng

招賢訪相

shígàitiānxiàrénxíngshànzhěxiāngyòuchūzhāoxiánbǎngzhāorénjìnguāguǒdàoyīnxiāngjiāngbǎozàngjīnyínchāiwèichígōngjìngshàngnánkāifēngfǎngxiàngliánghuánzhàishígàitiānxiàrénxíngshànzhěxiāngyòuchūzhāoxiánbǎngzhāorénjìnguāguǒdàoyīnxiāngjiāngbǎozàngjīnyínchāiwèichígōngjìngshàngnánkāifēng访fǎngxiàngliánghuánzhài

劉全喪妻

bǎngzhāngshùyǒumìngjìnguāguǒdexiánzhěběnshìjūnzhōurénxìngliúmíngquánjiāyǒuwànguànzhīzhǐyīncuìliánzàiménshǒujīnchāizhāisēngliúquánleshuōzūndàoshànchūguīménshìrěnguòérpiēxiàshuāngérniányòuzhòubēiliúquányòurěnjiànnàisuìshělexìngmìnglejiāyuánpiēleérqíngyuànjìnguājiānghuángbǎngjiēleláijiàntángwángwángchuánzhǐjiàojīntíngguǎntóudǐngduìnánguāxiùdàihuángqiánkǒuqínyàobǎngzhāngshùyǒumìngjìnguāguǒdexiánzhěběnshìjūnzhōurénxìngliúmíngquánjiāyǒuwànguànzhīzhǐyīncuìliánzàiménshǒujīnchāizhāisēngliúquánleshuōzūndàoshànchūguīménshìrěnguòérpiēxiàshuāngérniányòuzhòubēiliúquányòurěnjiànnàisuìshělexìngmìnglejiāyuánpiēleérqíngyuànjìnguājiānghuángbǎngjiēleláijiàntángwángwángchuánzhǐjiàojīntíngguǎntóudǐngduìnánguāxiùdàihuángqiánkǒuqínyào

劉全進瓜

liúquánguǒérdiǎnhúnlíngdǐngzheguāguǒzǎodàoguǐménguānshàngméndeguǐ使shǐdào:「shìshénréngǎnláichù?」liúquándào:「fèngtángtàizōnghuángqīnchāijìnguāguǒshídàiyánwángshòuyòngde。」guǐ使shǐxīnránjiēyǐnliúquánjìngzhìsēnluóbǎo殿diànjiànleyánwángjiāngguāguǒjìnshàngdào:「fèngtángwángzhǐyuǎnjìnguāguǒxièshíwángkuānyòuzhīēn。」yánwángdào:「hǎoyǒuxìnyǒudetàizōnghuáng!」suìshōuleguāguǒliúquánguǒérdiǎnhúnlíngdǐngzheguāguǒzǎodàoguǐménguānshàngméndeguǐ使shǐdào:「shìshénréngǎnláichù?」liúquándào:「fèngtángtàizōnghuángqīnchāijìnguāguǒshídàiyánwángshòuyòngde。」guǐ使shǐxīnránjiēyǐnliúquánjìngzhìsēnluóbǎo殿diànjiànleyánwángjiāngguāguǒjìnshàngdào:「fèngtángwángzhǐyuǎnjìnguāguǒxièshíwángkuānyòuzhīēn。」yánwángdào:「hǎoyǒuxìnyǒudetàizōnghuáng!」suìshōuleguāguǒ

夫妻相會

便biànwènjìnguāderénxìngmíngfāngrénshìliúquándào:「xiǎorénshìjūnzhōuchéngmínxìngliúmíngquányīnshìpiēxiàérrénkānguǎnxiǎorénqíngyuànshějiājuānbàoguówángjìngòngguāguǒxièzhòngwánghòuēn。」shíwángwényánmìngchákānliúquánshìguǐ使shǐláizàisēnluó殿diànxiàliúquánxiānghuìqiányánhuíxièshíwángēnyòu便biànwènjìnguāderénxìngmíngfāngrénshìliúquándào:「xiǎorénshìjūnzhōuchéngmínxìngliúmíngquányīnshìpiēxiàérrénkānguǎnxiǎorénqíngyuànshějiājuānbàoguówángjìngòngguāguǒxièzhòngwánghòuēn。」shíwángwényánmìngchákānliúquánshìguǐ使shǐláizàisēnluó殿diànxiàliúquánxiānghuìqiányánhuíxièshíwángēnyòu

借屍還魂

yánwángquèjiǎnshēng簿zikànshímendōuyǒudēngxiānzhīshòuchāiguǐ使shǐsònghuíguǐ使shǐshàngdào:「cuìliánguīyīnjiǔshīshǒucúnhúnjiāng?」yánwángdào:「tángmèiyīngjīngāijièshīshǒujiàohuánhún。」guǐ使shǐlǐngmìngjiāngliúquánèrrénhuánhúntóngchūyīnéryánwángquèjiǎnshēng簿zikànshímendōuyǒudēngxiānzhī寿shòuchāiguǐ使shǐsònghuíguǐ使shǐshàngdào:「cuìliánguīyīnjiǔshīshǒucúnhúnjiāng?」yánwángdào:「tángmèiyīngjīngāijièshīshǒujiàohuánhún。」guǐ使shǐlǐngmìngjiāngliúquánèrrénhuánhúntóngchūyīnér

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jìngzhīèrrénhuánhúnqiětīngxiàhuífēnjiějìngzhīèrrénhuánhúnqiětīngxiàhuífēnjiě

英譯 Two Strokes of the Brush
A hundred years of light and shade run on like flowing water; a lifetime's labors and affairs are but foam upon the tide. Yesterday the cheek still bore the peach-bloom's colour; today about the temples drift the flakes of snow. Only when the white-ants' battle-lines lie broken is the whole seen as a dream; while the cuckoo cries in earnest, turn back betimes. From of old, hidden merit can lengthen a man's span; do good and beg no pity, and Heaven of itself provides.

Now the story tells how Taizong, all dim and drifting, felt his soul pass straight out before the Five-Phoenix Tower, where the imperial guard and their horses stood waiting to invite His Majesty out from court to the hunt. Delighted, he went along with them and rode off into the haze. When he had travelled a good while, men and horses alike had vanished, and he wandered on alone, pacing amid desolate wilds and open grass. Just as he grew alarmed, unable to find the road, he saw off to one side a man who cried aloud, “Emperor of the Great Tang — this way, this way!” Hearing it, Taizong raised his head to look, and beheld a man of this appearance:

On his head a cap of black gauze; about his waist a belt of rhinoceros horn. The black gauze on his head trails soft streamers; the horn about his waist gleams with gold inlay. In his hands he lifts an ivory tablet wreathed in auspicious mist; on his body a gauze robe half-veils an auspicious glow. On his feet a pair of white-soled boots that mount the clouds and hasten the mist; in his bosom he tucks a single register of life and death, wherein survival and perishing stand fixed. His temple-locks, loose and unkempt, flutter above his ears; his beard, streaming and dancing, curls about his cheeks. In days gone by he served as a minister of the Tang; now he keeps the rolls in attendance upon King Yama.

When Taizong came up to him he saw the man kneeling in obeisance by the roadside. “Your Majesty,” he declared, “pardon your servant's fault in failing to greet you from afar.” “Who are you?” Taizong asked. “On what business have you come forward to meet and salute me?” “Half a month ago, in the Hall of Judgment,” the man said, “your servant saw the ghost-dragon of the Jing River accuse Your Majesty of promising rescue and then permitting the beheading; whereupon King Qinguang of the First Court dispatched a demon-runner to summon Your Majesty for the three-tribunal confrontation. Knowing this, your servant came here to await and receive you. I did not expect to be late this day — I beg your pardon, your pardon.” “What is your surname and given name?” said Taizong. “What office do you hold?” “In the days of my life I served in the world above before your late father's carriage,” the man replied. “I was magistrate of Ci prefecture, and later rose to Vice-Minister of Rites. My surname is Cui, my given name Jue. Now, in the shades below, I have received the post of Registrar-Magistrate of Fengdu.” Overjoyed, Taizong stepped near, and his imperial hand hastened to raise the man up. “You have come a long and weary way, sir. My minister Wei Zheng has a letter he would send you — how fortunate that we should meet!” The magistrate gave thanks and asked where the letter was. Taizong drew it at once from his sleeve and handed it over; Cui Jue received it with a bow, broke the seal, and read. The letter ran:

Your unworthy younger brother Wei Zheng, bowing his head, respectfully addresses this letter to his sworn elder brother, the Grand Registrar, venerable Master Cui: I recall our old companionship — your voice and face seem present still. Yet in the space of a few swift years I have heard nothing of your pure counsel. At each turning of the seasons I have only set out plain offerings in sacrifice, though I cannot tell whether you have received them. Then, of your kindness, you did not forsake me but appeared before me in a dream, and so I first learned that my elder brother had risen to high estate. But alas, the quick and the dead are sundered, each in a separate quarter of the world, and we cannot meet face to face. Now, because my sovereign, the Cultured Emperor Taizong, has suddenly passed away and must, I reckon, face the three tribunals, he will surely come to meet with my elder brother. I entreat you ten-thousand-fold: bending your thoughts upon the friendship of our living days, grant a small favour or two, and release my sovereign to return to the light — it would be a singular kindness. I shall render fuller thanks another time. Words cannot exhaust it.

When the magistrate had read the letter he said with heartfelt delight, “The matter of Minister Wei's beheading the old dragon in a dream the other day — I knew of it long since, and cannot praise it enough. What is more, he has kindly looked after my descendants morning and night. Now that his letter has come, let Your Majesty set your heart at rest: your servant will undertake to send you back to the light, to remount the Jade Towers.” Taizong voiced his thanks.

As the two were speaking they saw off to one side a pair of blue-clad boys bearing pennants and a jeweled canopy, who called aloud, “King Yama requests you — requests you!” So Taizong, together with Magistrate Cui and the two boys, stepped forward. All at once he saw a walled city, above whose gate hung a great placard inscribed with seven large golden characters: GATE OF GHOSTS, NETHER REGION OF SHADOWY GLOOM. The blue-clad boys shook their pennants and led him straight into the city, walking on down the street. Then he saw, at the roadside, his late father Li Yuan, his late elder brother Jiancheng, and his dead younger brother Yuanji, who came forward crying, “Shimin has come! Shimin has come!” Jiancheng and Yuanji rushed up to seize and beat him, demanding his life. Taizong could not dodge in time and was clutched fast in their grip. By good fortune Magistrate Cui summoned a demon-runner with blue face and jutting fangs, who with a single shout drove the two brothers back, so that Taizong won free and went on. Before he had gone a few li he came upon a tower-hall roofed in jade-green tiles, truly magnificent. Thus it appeared:

Fluttering, ten thousand folds of coloured sunset heaped high; faint and dim, a thousand strands of crimson mist appear. Gleaming, from the eaves soar the heads of monstrous beasts; glittering, in five courses lie the mandarin-drake tiles. The gates are bored with several rows of red-gold studs; the sill is set with a single bar of white jade. The lattice-windows, near to the light, breathe out a dawn-like haze; the blinds and casements, dazzling bright, are pierced by crimson lightning. The tower-hall rears high to touch the blue empyrean; the galleries range level, linked to precious courts. From beast-shaped censers, clouds of incense steep the royal robes; in crimson-gauze lamps, the firelight brightens the palace fans. On the left, fierce and glaring, Ox-Head is ranged; on the right, towering high, Horse-Face is arrayed. Receiving the dead and escorting the ghosts, they turn the golden tablets; drawing the souls and summoning the spirits, they let fall white streamers. This they call the Grand Assembly Gate of the Shadow Administration; below it lies the Hall of Judgment of aged Yama.

While Taizong stood without and gazed, he heard from a side chamber the tinkling of girdle-jades and caught a rare, unearthly incense. Two pairs of lamp-bearers came forth ahead, and behind them the Ten Kings of the Dead descended the steps — King Qinguang, King Chujiang, King Songdi, King Wuguan, King Yama, King Pingdeng, King Taishan, King Dushi, King Biancheng, and King Zhuanlun. They came out from the Hall of Judgment and, arching their backs and bowing low, went to receive him; and Taizong, all humility, did not dare to go before them. “Your Majesty is a king of men in the world of light,” the Ten Kings said. “We are kings of ghosts in the world of shade. This is but what our stations require — why yield so overmuch?” “I have given offense before you, sirs,” Taizong replied. “How should I dare to dispute the protocol of yin and yang, of men and ghosts?” — and he yielded without cease. Then he went forward, entering straight into the Hall of Judgment, and when the courtesies with the Ten Kings were done they seated themselves as host and guest.

After a little while King Qinguang, clasping his hands, came forward. “The ghost-dragon of the Jing River charges that Your Majesty promised to save him and then instead had him slain. How is this?” “I did once dream at night that the old dragon begged for rescue,” said Taizong, “and I truly promised him he would come to no harm. I did not expect that, having broken the law and being due for punishment, he should fall to be beheaded by my Registrar of the Bureau of Men, Wei Zheng. I had summoned Wei Zheng to play chess with me in the hall, and did not know that in a single dream he had carried out the beheading. This was the Registrar's own divine and hidden working; and moreover the Dragon King had transgressed and merited death. How should it be a fault of mine?” Hearing this, the Ten Kings bowed in courtesy. “Even before that dragon was born, the death-register of the Southern Dipper had already fixed that he should perish by the hand of the Bureau of Men. This we knew long ago. It was only that he came here to press his dispute and insisted that Your Majesty be brought to face the three-tribunal confrontation. We have now sent him into the Wheel of Transmigration, and he has gone off to be reborn. Now we have again put Your Majesty to the trouble of descending here; we beg your pardon for the offense of having pressed you to come.”

This said, they ordered the magistrate in charge of the life-and-death register to fetch the ledger at once, to see how many years of earthly life and heaven-granted rank His Majesty was allotted. Magistrate Cui hurried to the record-office and, taking the master-ledger of the heaven-granted tenures of all the kings of the myriad realms, examined it one by one, until he found that the Tang Taizong Emperor of the Southern Jambudvīpa Continent was set down for the thirteenth year of Zhenguan. Startled, he snatched up thick ink and a great brush and, adding two strokes atop the character for one, presented the ledger for inspection. The Ten Kings looked it over from the top and saw that under Taizong's name stood thirty-three years. “How many years has Your Majesty sat upon the throne?” King Yama asked in surprise. “Since I took the throne it is now the thirteenth year.” “Let Your Majesty be easy and untroubled,” said King Yama. “You have yet twenty years of life remaining. This visit has made the confrontation clear; pray return to your root and to the light.”

Hearing this, Taizong bowed his body in thanks, and the Ten Kings dispatched two officers, Magistrate Cui and Marshal Zhu, to escort him back to life. As he left the Hall of Judgment he raised his hands once more. “And how fare the old and young of my palace?” “All are well,” said the Ten Kings, “only we fear that the imperial sister's span may not be long.” Taizong bowed again in thanks. “When I return to the world of light I shall have nothing with which to repay you, save only to send some melons and fruit.” “Here we have winter-melons and watermelons in plenty,” said the Ten Kings gladly. “We lack only pumpkins.” “When I return I shall send them at once, at once.” And with that they bowed to one another and parted.

The marshal took up a soul-guiding banner and went before to lead the way, and Magistrate Cui followed behind, guarding Taizong, till they passed straight out of the shadow-court. Taizong lifted his eyes and saw that this was not the road by which he had come. “Is this the wrong way?” “Not wrong,” said the magistrate. “It is so in the world of shade: there is a road out, but no road back. Now we send Your Majesty out by way of the Wheel of Transmigration — for one thing, to let you tour and behold the Land of Shades; for another, to set you toward rebirth and deliverance.” Taizong could only follow the two of them as they led the way forward.

Going straight on for several li, they saw all at once a high mountain, where dark clouds hung to the ground and black mist blotted out the sky. “Master Cui, what mountain is that yonder?” “It is the Mountain of the Shaded North,” the magistrate replied, “in the realm of shadowy gloom.” “How am I ever to cross it?” said Taizong in dread. “Let Your Majesty be at ease — your servants are here to lead the way.” Trembling and fearful, Taizong followed the two of them, climbed up onto the crags, and, raising his head to look, beheld this:

Its form all hollows and swellings; its slopes yet more jagged and steep. Sheer as the ranges of Shu; lofty as the cliffs of Lu. No famed mountain of the world of light, but truly a place of peril in the shadow-realm. In thickets of bramble lurk ghosts and monsters; on glittering rock-faces hide demons and fiends. At the ear no cry of beast or bird is heard; before the eye are only ghosts and goblins moving. A shadow-wind, soughing and sighing; a black mist, spreading and vast. The soughing shadow-wind is the smoke whistled forth from the mouths of spirit-soldiers; the spreading black mist is the breath spewed out in the dark by lurking fiends. As far as one looks, high and low, there is no fair prospect; glancing left and right, all is wild desolation. There are mountains there, and peaks, and ridges, and caverns, and ravines; only the mountains grow no grass, the peaks pierce no sky, the ridges bear no traveler, the caverns hold no cloud, the ravines run no water. Before the banks, all is goblins; below the ridges, all is demon-spirits; within the caverns wild ghosts are gathered; at the bottom of the ravines lurk evil souls. Before the mountain and behind, Ox-Head and Horse-Face raise a wild clamor; half-hidden, half-revealed, hungry ghosts and destitute souls weep now and again to one another. The life-hastening magistrates, in frantic haste, pass on their summons-warrants; the soul-pursuing marshals, shouting and bawling, hurry along their official dispatches. Quick-foot runners, in whirlwinds rolling and rolling; arrest-office men, in black mist thick and thronging.

Relying wholly on the magistrate's protection, Taizong passed over the Shaded Mountain. Going on, they passed through many an office-gate, and in place after place wails of grief assailed the ear and hideous fiends struck terror to the heart. “What place is this?” Taizong asked again. “This is the Eighteen Hells, behind the Shaded Mountain.” “Which are the eighteen levels?” “Listen while I tell you:”

The Hell of Hung Sinews, the Hell of Dark Injustice, the Hell of the Fire-Pit — silent and forlorn, fretful and anguished: all who are here wrought a thousand evils in life, and after death come hither to bear the name of the guilty. The Hell of Fengdu, the Hell of Tongue-Pulling, the Hell of Flaying — sobbing and wailing, wretched and grievous: only for the unfaithful and unfilial, who wounded the bonds of Heaven, and the Buddha-mouthed but serpent-hearted, who fall through this gate. The Hell of the Grinding-Mill, the Hell of the Pestle-Pound, the Hell of the Rending Cart — skin split and flesh burst, mouths agape and teeth bared: these are they who cheated their own hearts against all justice, and with honeyed words and flowery speech did men secret harm. The Hell of Frozen Ice, the Hell of Shell-Stripping, the Hell of Gut-Drawing — grimed of face and matted of hair, brows knit and eyes drawn tight: all are those who with big measures and small scales cheated the simple, and so drew calamity down upon themselves. The Hell of the Oil-Cauldron, the Hell of Utter Darkness, the Hell of the Knife-Mountain — trembling and quaking, grieving and sorrowing: all because they used force and violence to crush the good and gentle, and now, heads tucked and necks drawn in, suffer alone and forlorn. The Hell of the Blood-Pool, the Avīci Hell, the Hell of the Scale-Beam — skin peeled and bone laid bare, arms broken and sinews snapped: all only for plotting after wealth and taking life, for slaughtering beasts and butchering the living — fallen a thousand years with no release, sunk for all eternity, never to rise again. One and all bound fast and tightly fettered, wound with cords and lashed with ropes. They dispatch red-haired ghosts and black-faced ghosts, with long spears and short swords; Ox-Head ghosts and Horse-Face ghosts, with iron truncheons and copper mallets: they beat until brows furrow and faces contort and blood runs streaming, while the tormented cry to earth and cry to Heaven with none to answer.

And truly it is said:

In life let no man cheat his own heart; gods and ghosts see all too plainly — whom would they let go free? Good and evil, in the end, are surely requited; it is only a question of coming early or late.

When Taizong heard this, his heart was struck with dread and grief. Going forward a little while, they saw a band of ghost-soldiers, each holding pennants, who knelt by the road and said, “The Bridge-Wardens have come to receive you.” The magistrate shouted at them to rise and be gone, then came forward and led Taizong across by the golden bridge. Off to one side Taizong saw a silver bridge, upon which walked several of the loyal and filial, the worthy and good, the fair and upright, with pennants likewise conducting them across; and on the other side was yet another bridge, where cold winds rolled and waves of blood surged, and the sound of wailing never ceased. “What is that bridge called?” “Your Majesty, that is called the Nai River Bridge,” said the magistrate. “When you reach the world of light, be sure to record it. Beneath that bridge are none but these:”

Waters that rush in a vast, headlong flood; a road precipitous, narrow, and strait. Solemn as a bolt of white silk flung across the Yangtze; yet like a fire-pit floating up to the world above. A shadow-vapor presses upon one, cold piercing to the bone; a reeking wind assails the nose, its stench boring to the heart. Waves overturning, billows rolling — for those who come and go there is no boat to ferry them across; Bare of foot and wild of hair, all who come and go are sin-working ghosts. The bridge is several lǐ long, only three zhā across, a hundred chǐ high, and a full thousand-fold deep. Above, no handrail or balustrade; below, fiends that snatch at men. Cangues and manacles wound about their bodies, they are driven onto the perilous road of the Nai. Behold, at the bridge's edge, the spirit-generals, how fierce and truculent; within the river, the sinful souls, how truly wretched. On the forking branches of the trees hang robes of silk in green and red, yellow and purple; before the sheer cliff-face crouch the lewd and railing shrews who cursed their husbands' parents. Copper serpents and iron dogs are left to fight over their flesh; forever fallen into the Nai, they have no way out.

And a poem says:

Now and again are heard the weeping of ghosts and the howling of spirits; the blood-waters churn in turbid waves ten thousand zhàng high. Numberless Ox-Heads and Horse-Faces, ferocious, keep guard over the Nai River Bridge.

Even as they spoke, the several Bridge-Wardens had already gone back. Taizong's heart was seized once more with dread; he nodded, sighed inwardly, and grieved in silence. Following close upon the magistrate and the marshal, he soon passed the evil waters of the Nai and the bitter realm of the blood-basin. Ahead they came to the City of the Wrongfully Dead, where a clamorous uproar of voices cried out clearly, “Li Shimin has come! Li Shimin has come!” Hearing the shout, Taizong quaked in heart and gall. He saw a throng of specters — dragging their loins, arms broken, some with feet but no heads — press forward to bar his way, all crying, “Give me back my life! Give me back my life!”

So panicked was Taizong that he shrank and dodged this way and that, crying only, “Master Cui, save me! Master Cui, save me!” “Your Majesty, those are the ghost-souls of the princes and chieftains of the sixty-four places of dust-and-smoke and the seventy-two bands of grass-bandits,” said the magistrate, “all unjustly dead, their grievances unresolved, unclaimed and unmastered, unable to win rebirth, and lacking any cash for the journey; all are destitute, forlorn hungry ghosts. If Your Majesty will give them some money, only then can I save you.” “I have come here empty-handed — where should I get any money?” “Your Majesty, there is a man in the world of light who has a certain store of gold and silver on deposit here in my shadow-office. Your Majesty may put your name to a bond, with your humble magistrate standing surety, and borrow a vault of his, to dole out to these hungry ghosts — only so can you pass through.” “Who is this man?” “He is a man of Kaifeng prefecture in Henan, surnamed Xiang and named Liang, who has thirteen vaults of gold and silver here. If Your Majesty borrows some of his, you need only repay him when you reach the world of light.”

Taizong, greatly pleased, was willing to sign his name and borrow. So he drew up a document for the magistrate, borrowed one vault of his gold and silver, and had the marshal distribute it all. “This gold and silver you may share out equally for your needs,” the magistrate charged them further. “Let your Great Tang lord pass through — his allotted span is yet far from spent. I bear the Ten Kings' august command to send him back to life, and I shall have him hold, in the world of light, a Grand Mass of Land and Water to ferry you all to rebirth. Make no more trouble.” Hearing this, the ghosts, having got the gold and silver, all withdrew with murmurs of assent. The magistrate bade the marshal wave the soul-guiding pennant, and led Taizong out of the City of the Wrongfully Dead, hastening onto the broad level road, drifting and floating away.

Going forward a long while, they came to the place of the Six Paths of Rebirth. There Taizong saw beings mounting the clouds, robed in rosy cloud-capes; and others who had received the registers, with golden fish-tallies at their waists. Monks and nuns, Daoists and laymen, running beasts and flying birds, sprites and goblins — all in a ceaseless stream rushed beneath the Wheel of Rebirth, each entering upon its own path. “What does this mean?” the Tang king asked. “Your Majesty, of clear mind and discerning nature, must surely remember this and make it known to the people of the world of light,” said the magistrate. “This is called the Six Paths of Rebirth: those who do good ascend transformed onto the path of immortals; the wholly loyal rise reborn onto the noble path; the filial are reborn onto the path of blessings; the fair-dealing return to life onto the path of men; the accumulators of virtue are reborn onto the path of wealth; and the vicious sink down onto the path of ghosts.” The Tang king heard him out, nodded, and sighed, saying:

Good indeed, and truly good! Do good, and its fruit is freedom from calamity. Let the good heart be ever earnest, and the path of goodness opens wide. Let no evil thought arise; be sure to lessen all craft and guile. Say not that there is no requital: gods and ghosts have their appointed order.

The magistrate escorted the Tang king right up to the gate of the noble path of rebirth and, bowing, called out, “Your Majesty, this is the place of emergence. Your humble magistrate begs leave to return, and has Marshal Zhu see you the rest of the way.” “I have troubled you, sir, to come so far,” the Tang king thanked him. “When Your Majesty reaches the world of light, by all means hold a Grand Mass of Land and Water to deliver the ownerless, wronged souls — do not on any account forget. If in the shadow-world there be no voice of grievance, then the world of light may enjoy the blessings of great peace. Whatever is not good in all your conduct may be reformed, point by point. Exhort all the world to do good, and I warrant your posterity shall be long, and your realm forever secure.”

The Tang king granted every point, took leave of Magistrate Cui, and, following Marshal Zhu, came in together through the gate. Within it the marshal saw a sea-bay horse, saddle and trappings all complete, and quickly bade the Tang king mount, steadying him on either side. The horse ran like an arrow, and soon reached the bank of the River Wei. There on the water's face he saw a pair of golden carp, turning the waves and leaping in play upon the river; and the Tang king, delighted at the sight, reined in his horse and could not tear himself from gazing. “Your Majesty, move along a little,” said the marshal, “that we may reach the city in good time.” But the Tang king only kept on gazing and would not go forward. So the marshal seized him by the feet and cried out, “Still not going? What are you waiting for?” — and with a splash pushed him off his horse into the River Wei. And so he slipped free of the shadow-world and returned straight to the world of light.

Now under the Tang court there were the two ranks of civil and military officers — Xu Maogong, Qin Shubao, Hu Jingde, Duan Zhixuan, Ma Sanbao, Cheng Yaojin, Gao Shilian, Li Shiji, Fang Xuanling, Du Ruhui, Xiao Yu, Fu Yi, Zhang Daoyuan, Zhang Shiheng, Wang Gui, and the rest — all of whom, together with the crown prince of the Eastern Palace, the empress, the consorts, the palace maids, and the senior attendants, were keeping mourning in the White-Tiger Hall. On one hand they deliberated issuing a proclamation of mourning, to make it known throughout the realm, and meant to set the crown prince upon the throne. Then Wei Zheng, standing by, said, “My lords, hold — it may not be, it may not be. Should we alarm the prefectures and districts, some mishap might arise. Let us wait one day more: my sovereign will surely return to life.” From below, Xu Jingzong stepped forth. “Prime Minister Wei speaks great nonsense. As the old saying goes, spilled water cannot be gathered up, and the departed do not return. How can you still utter such empty words, throwing men's hearts into confusion? What sense is there in it?” “I will not deceive you, Master Xu,” said Wei Zheng. “Since my youth I have been taught the immortals' arts, and my reckonings are most clear. I warrant Your Majesty will not die.”

Just as they were disputing, they heard from within the coffin a cry raised again and again: “You're drowning me! You're drowning me!” It so terrified the civil officers and military officials that their hearts quailed, and the empress and consorts trembled in their gall. Every one of them —

Their faces like yellowed mulberry leaves after autumn; their waists like tender willow-withes before spring. The heir-apparent's legs went weak, scarce able to lean on the mourning-staff and perform the full rites of grief; the senior attendants' souls flew off — how could they don the ridged cap and keep the rites of filial duty? The consorts stumbled and fell; the serving-maids reeled and swayed. The consorts, stumbling and falling, were like withered lotuses toppled by a wild wind; the serving-maids, reeling and swaying, were just like delicate lotus-buds knocked askew by a sudden rain. The assembled ministers, struck with dread, felt their bones go soft and their sinews numb. Trembling and quaking, dazed and dumbstruck, they turned the White-Tiger Hall into something like a bridge with its beam snapped through; the clamorous mourning-dais became just like a temple fallen to ruin.

By this time the palace attendants had all fled clean away, and who among them dared approach the bier to steady the coffin? Happily the upright Xu Maogong, the fierce-principled Prime Minister Wei, the stout-hearted Qin Qiong, and the headlong-bold Jingde came forward to hold it and cried, “Your Majesty, if there is anything you cannot set your heart at rest about, tell us — do not play the ghost and terrify your kin.” “It is no ghost-trick,” said Wei Zheng. “This is His Majesty returning to life. Quick, fetch tools!” They forced open the coffin-lid, and there indeed sat Taizong within, still crying, “I'm drowning! Who will pull me out?” Maogong and the others came forward to raise him. “Your Majesty is awake — have no fear; your servants are all here to guard you.”

Only then did the Tang king open his eyes. “What I have just suffered! I dodged the peril of the evil ghosts of the shadow-world, only to meet the disaster of drowning on the water's face.” “Let Your Majesty be at ease and have no fear,” said the ministers. “What water-disaster could there be?” “I was riding my horse, and just as I came to the bank of the River Wei, I saw a two-headed fish at play. Then Marshal Zhu, with malice in his heart, pushed me off my horse, and I fell into the river and all but drowned.” “Your Majesty's ghost-vapors are not yet dispelled,” said Wei Zheng, and urgently had the Imperial Medical Academy bring a decoction to calm the spirit and settle the soul, and further arranged gruel and food. After taking it once or twice, the emperor at last returned to his root and original self, and regained his awareness of the world. All told, the Tang king had been dead three full days and nights, and now returned to the world of light to be its sovereign. There is a poem in witness:

Through myriad ages, how often have rivers and mountains changed hands; down the generations, dynasties have fallen and risen. Zhou and Qin, Han and Jin knew many a strange event — but who, like the Tang king, has died and lived again?

That day, the sky already growing dark, the ministers asked the king to retire, and each and all withdrew. Early the next morning they doffed their mourning clothes and changed into colored robes — every one in red gown and black cap, every one with purple sash and golden seal — and waited outside the court gate for the summons. Now Taizong, having taken the decoction to calm his spirit and settle his soul, and swallowed several bowls of gruel, was helped by his ministers into the bedchamber, where he slept soundly through the night and nursed his strength; only at daybreak did he rise, rouse his majestic bearing, and — see how he was arrayed:

He wore a sky-piercing crown and donned a robe of ochre-yellow. He fastened a belt of Lantian green jade and trod in a pair of 'founding, care-free' boots. His countenance imposing, surpassing the courts of the age; his majesty blazing, flourishing anew this very day. What a Tang king, ruling in peace and virtue! What a Lord Li, risen from death to life!

The Tang king ascended the Golden Chimes Hall, gathered the two ranks of civil and military officers, and when the shouts of acclamation were done they took their places by grade. Then an edict was heard: “Let those with business step from the ranks and memorialize; those without, withdraw from court.” From the eastern aisle came forth Xu Maogong, Wei Zheng, Wang Gui, Du Ruhui, Fang Xuanling, Yuan Tiangang, Li Chunfeng, Xu Jingzong, and the rest; from the western aisle came Yin Kaishan, Liu Hongji, Ma Sanbao, Duan Zhixuan, Cheng Yaojin, Qin Shubao, Hu Jingde, Xue Rengui, and the rest — all together advanced and, prostrate before the white-jade steps, memorialized: “Your Majesty dreamed at the last audience — how is it you were so long in waking?”

“The other day, when I had received Wei Zheng's letter,” said Taizong, “I felt my soul-spirit pass out of the hall, and saw the Feathered Forest guards inviting me out to hunt. Just as I rode, men and horses vanished without a trace, and I saw my late father the king and my late brothers in noisy dispute. Just as I was at a loss, I saw a man in a black cap and dark gown — none other than the magistrate Cui Jue — who with a shout drove off my late brothers. I handed Wei Zheng's letter over to him. “As I looked on, I saw blue-clad ones bearing pennants who led me within, to the Hall of Judgment, where I sat in converse with the Ten Kings of the Dead. They spoke of how the Jing-River dragon had falsely charged me with promising rescue and then turning to slaughter; and I laid out the whole matter from the first. They said the three tribunals had already confronted the case, and quickly ordered the register of life and death fetched, to examine my allotted span. Then Magistrate Cui handed up the ledger, and when King Yama had looked, he said that I had thirty-three years of heaven-granted tenure — that only thirteen had passed, and I was still owed twenty years of life — and at once directed Marshal Zhu and Magistrate Cui to escort me back. I took my leave of the Ten Kings, and promised to send them melons and fruit in thanks for their kindness. “When I had come out of the Hall of Judgment, I saw in the shadow-world the multitudes of the disloyal and unfilial, the improper and unrighteous, the wasters of the five grains, the open cheats and secret swindlers, those of big pecks and small scales, the lewd thieves and frauds and deceivers — suffering the torments of grinding, burning, pounding, and hacking, the punishments of scalding, boiling, hanging, and flaying — thousands upon thousands, more than the eye could take in. Then, passing through the City of the Wrongfully Dead, I found countless wronged souls — all the ghost-spirits of the bandits of the sixty-four dust-storms and the rebels of the seventy-two risings — blocking the road before me. Luckily, with Magistrate Cui standing surety, I borrowed a vault of gold and silver from old Xiang of Henan, bought off the ghosts, and only so was able to go on. Magistrate Cui bade me, on my return to the world of light, by all means to hold a Grand Mass of Land and Water to deliver the masterless, ownerless souls — this he charged upon me most earnestly. “Parting from the place beneath the Six Paths of Rebirth, I had Marshal Zhu invite me to mount, and, swift as flight, we came to the bank of the River Wei, where I saw a two-headed fish at play upon the water. Just as I was delighting in it, he seized me by the feet and pushed me down into the water — and so I came to return to life.” When the ministers heard these words, there was none who did not offer congratulation. Thereupon the matter was compiled and proclaimed throughout the realm, and the officials of every prefecture and district sent up memorials of felicitation — of which no more need be said.

Now Taizong further decreed a pardon for the realm's condemned, and had the grave offenders in the prisons reviewed. The reviewing officials took the prisoners of the Board of Punishments condemned to strangling and beheading, and found upon examination some four hundred and more, whom they submitted for report. Taizong released them to go home, to take leave of their parents and brothers and entrust their property to kinsmen and nephews — and to present themselves before the court on this same day next year, still to receive the punishment due. The prisoners gave thanks and withdrew. He further issued a proclamation for the relief of orphans, and, finding some three thousand palace women, young and old, decreed that they be given out in marriage to the soldiery. From this time, within the court and without, all was good. There is a poem in witness. The poem says:

The Tang king of the great realm, his grace and virtue vast, in the Way surpassing Yao and Shun, and all his people thriving. Four hundred death-row prisoners all left the gaol; three thousand grieving women were let go from the palace. Officials throughout the realm proclaimed his long life; the ministers in court hailed the 'prime dragon.' One thought of a good heart, and Heaven surely blesses; the shade of his fortune shall pass down through seventeen reigns.

When Taizong had released the palace women and freed the condemned, he further issued an imperial proclamation, circulated throughout the realm. The proclamation ran: Vast are Heaven and Earth, and the sun and moon shine clear in their scrutiny; broad is the universe, and Heaven and Earth will not harbor the wicked and their factions. Employ scheming and cunning, and the retribution falls in this very life; spread goodness and ask little, and speak not of blessings only in a life to come. A thousand clever schemes are not so good as keeping to one's honest station as a man; ten thousand kinds of violent scoundrels — how can they compare with those who follow their lot and live frugally? If the heart practices mercy and charity, what need to labor over the sutras? But if the mind means harm to others, one reads a whole canon of the Tathāgata in vain!

From this time, there was not a soul in all the realm who did not do good. On one hand, a call for a worthy volunteer was posted, seeking someone to carry melons and fruit down to the shadow-world; and on the other, a vault of gold and silver was taken from the treasure-store, and Yuchi Gong and Hu Jingde were dispatched to Kaifeng prefecture in Henan to seek out Xiang Liang and repay the debt.

The notice had been posted some days when a worthy man came forward to answer the summons and carry the melons and fruit — a native of Junzhou, surnamed Liu and named Quan, whose household possessed ten thousand strings of cash. It was only that his wife, Li Cuilian, had at their gate drawn out a golden hairpin to give alms to a monk, for which Liu Quan railed at her a few words, saying she did not keep to a wife's proper conduct and had presumed to step beyond the women's quarters. Unable to swallow her anger, Lady Li hanged herself and died, leaving behind a pair of young children who wept day and night. Liu Quan, moreover, could not bear the sight; and so, helpless, he gave up his own life, cast off his household ties, left his children, and, willing to die in order to present the melons, tore down the imperial notice and came to see the Tang king. The king issued his command, bidding him go to the Golden Pavilion Lodge, there to balance a pair of pumpkins upon his head, to carry yellow paper-money in his sleeve, and to hold a drug in his mouth.

Liu Quan did indeed take the poison and die, and his single wisp of a soul, balancing the melons and fruit upon its head, came at once to the Gate of Ghosts. “Who are you, that you dare come to this place?” the gate-keeping demon shouted. “I come by imperial commission of the Great Tang Emperor Taizong, expressly to present melons and fruit for the Ten Kings' enjoyment.” At that the demon gladly received him and led him in. Liu Quan went straight to the Hall of Judgment, and when he had seen King Yama, presented the melons and fruit, saying, “By the Tang king's command I come from afar to present melons and fruit, in thanks for the Ten Kings' gracious clemency.” “What a faithful and virtuous Emperor Taizong!” said King Yama, greatly pleased — and thereupon accepted the melons and fruit.

He then asked the melon-bringer's name and from what region he came. “I am a registered commoner of Junzhou city, surnamed Liu and named Quan,” said Liu Quan. “Because my wife, Lady Li, hanged herself and died, leaving our children with none to care for them, I willingly forsook home and children and gave up my life to serve my country, coming expressly to offer melons and fruit at my king's command and to thank the great Kings for their bounty.” Hearing this, the Ten Kings at once ordered an inquiry into Liu Quan's wife, Lady Li. The demon quickly brought her before the Hall of Judgment, where husband and wife were reunited; and when they had told over all that had passed, they turned to thank the Ten Kings for their clemency.

When King Yama examined the register of life and death, he found that this husband and wife both had years yet due them for ascending to immortality, and quickly dispatched a demon to send them back. “Li Cuilian has dwelt in the shades a long while,” the demon reported. “Her corpse no longer survives — to what shall her soul attach?” “The Tang emperor's sister, Li Yuying, is due to die untimely this very day,” said King Yama. “You may borrow her body, and have Cuilian's soul return to life in it.” The demon received the command, and at once restored Liu Quan and his wife to life, and together they went out of the shadow-world. But how, after all, this husband and wife returned to life is not yet known — so listen to the next chapter, where it will be made clear.

札記 Notes

Two strokes and twenty years. The whole chapter turns on a clerk with a wet brush. The Chinese number one is a single horizontal line, ; three is the same line drawn three times, . So when Cui Jue finds the emperor's tenure entered as year thirteen and adds two strokes, he is not forging a document so much as finishing one — the easiest fraud available in the language, and possible only because Chinese draws its first three numbers as one, two and three lines. Twenty years appear out of nothing. What makes the scene bite is that nobody questions it: the court of the dead, which has just explained that the dragon's death was recorded before he was born, reads the altered figure and accepts it. The ledger is inviolable, and a well-placed official can rewrite a life in about three seconds. Taizong then spends the rest of the chapter repeating the forged number to his own ministers in perfect good faith.

Hell has a filing system. Almost nothing in this underworld is supernatural in the way a Western hell is. It is a government. The dead are collected on warrants, escorted by marshals, processed at the 衙門 — the yamen, the compound where a Chinese magistrate held court — and filed against the 生死簿, the register of allotted lifespans. There are couriers, dispatches, ten courts with a king apiece, and a hearing at which all three parties must appear in person. Even the emperor's rescue is transacted as paperwork: a bond, a named guarantor, a disbursement. A Ming reader met this bureaucracy every time he needed a document stamped, and the joke of the chapter is how little changes after you die. The one flourish that is not office furniture is Ox-Head and Horse-Face, the two warders flanking the gate — still the phrase Chinese reaches for to mean a gallery of unsavoury characters.

The dead have to be paid. The 枉死城, the City of the Wrongfully Dead, holds the soldiers killed in the wars that put Taizong on the throne, and their cry — 還我命來, give me back my life — is the standard demand of a murdered ghost in Chinese story. They cannot be prayed past; they have to be bought off. The currency is merit-gold: money given away in charity in the world above is held on deposit below, to your credit, and a pious man in Kaifeng has thirteen vaults of it. So the emperor signs a bond, the magistrate stands surety, one vault is distributed to the crowd, and two generals are later sent to repay the loan in cash to a man who never knew he had made it. It is a merit system run as a bank, and the resurrection of a sovereign comes down to a credit transaction that clears.

The brothers at the gate. Before Taizong reaches any court he meets his father and his two brothers at the roadside, and the brothers set on him demanding his life. This is history, not invention. In 626 Li Shimin killed his elder brother Jiancheng and his younger brother Yuanji at the Xuanwu Gate and forced his father to abdicate; he took the throne two months later and reigned as one of the most admired emperors China has had. The novel does not argue about it. It simply puts the three of them at the gate of hell, has them use his personal name rather than his title, and lets a demon with a blue face clear the road — so that the reader feels the weight of the killings at the exact moment the machinery of the emperor's rescue starts to turn.

The chapter the whole novel hangs on. For the price of his return, Taizong is made to promise a 水陸大會, a Grand Mass of Land and Water — the great Buddhist rite for delivering every being, on land and in water, that nobody else is praying for. He is told about it twice, told to remember it, and told to publish what he has seen. That promise is the hinge of the entire book. The Mass will be held; at the Mass a monk will be chosen; and that monk will be sent west to fetch the scriptures, which is the journey the remaining eighty-nine chapters describe. Everything that happens in hell here — the tour, the debt, the six paths — exists to put that instruction in an emperor's mouth.

Melons, and a man who dies to deliver them. On his way out, Taizong offers the Ten Kings some fruit, the way one might promise to send flowers. The Kings' reply is a small joke on the compass: they have 東瓜, eastern melon, which is the winter melon, and 西瓜, western melon, which is watermelon — so of course what they lack is 南瓜, southern melon, the pumpkin. Having east and west, they are short of south. What follows is not a joke at all. A notice goes up, a grieving husband takes poison in order to make the delivery, and King Yama's praise is entirely serious: the emperor kept a promise most people would have treated as a polite noise. The chapter ends with the same idea turned inside out in 借屍還魂, returning to life in a borrowed body — a phrase still used in Chinese for anything discredited that comes back under a new name.

Units left in Chinese. Distances and measurements are kept in their own units rather than converted, because the numbers are doing work that metres would flatten. A , , is roughly half a kilometre; a , chǐ, is a Chinese foot; a , zhàng, is about ten of those, so the blood-waters standing ten thousand zhàng high are meant to be beyond arithmetic rather than measured. The oddest of them is on the Nai bridge, which is several long and just three wide. That character is rare enough that both its reading, zhā, and its value are uncertain, and other editions of the novel carry a different unit in the slot. Whatever it was, it was narrow, which is the only thing the line needs it to be.