Champkin himself was both bitter and inferior, and he had heard that people suffering from leprosy were quarantined on a deserted island, fed free of charge, and that if they ran out to spread the disease, it would be tantamount to committing a crime, and they would be burned and tortured. Despite this falsehood, Champkin believed it and repeatedly asked the doctor if he was suffering from leprosy, and the doctor said that it did not resemble the symptoms of leprosy, and he was relieved of a little of his horror.

His family was financially strapped for this strange skin disease that was not cured, but cost him a huge amount of medical expenses.

He went back and told his wife that he didn't have to go to the provincial hospital, but he couldn't go untreated. His wife found him a Chinese medicine practitioner to see the symptoms and prescribe medicine, and drank and scrubbed more than ten pairs of Chinese herbal medicines. Once, he also let Qian Bujin sit in a large steamer, and boiled Chinese herbs in a large pot below, like a sauna, let him suffocate in it and "stew" for more than two hours, after which there was still no effect, although the locusts wilted a little, they were still hooped horizontally and vertically on the body.

Qian Bujin said that living like this is better than death. His wife told him to hold on and comforted him that the disease would be cured. But he also avoided outsiders and secretly invited witches and gods to cast spells and chant scriptures for him to "suppress evil spirits", and also touched the side of the tomb hole where the money and antiques had touched the coins and antiques, lit incense and candles and burned paper, hoping to make amends for the sins and eliminate the disaster, and miraculously made it for a period of time, but it still had no effect on the treatment of locusts on the body.

The days were easy, but I didn't realize that in the hot summer, the locust sores had covered the whole body, and the sweat with salt and the pus with the dirty blood flowed and mixed together, exuding a choking and unpleasant turbidity. He also had to keep shaking the fan, and when he was tired of the fan, he would cover it with a quilt, or the green-headed flies would fly over and scatter maggots on it, which would speed up the pollution and decay of the sores. The pain, the itching, and the sweltering heat of the weather made the unusually uncomfortable Qian Bujin groan incessantly.

这时候，妻子为他治病到处弄救助款却弄不来，就把家里一头水牛卖了，得钱数千元，将钱卜金送到省城一家皮肤康复医院治疗，同样是开药擦洗、内服、打吊针等三部曲，不到一个礼拜，钱已花光，他身上的毒疮仍不见好转，还溃烂得更加厉害。

The hospital mobilized Qian Bujin to transfer to the hospital, but where is the money to transfer to the hospital? Even if you are transferred to another hospital, the treatment situation is not necessarily optimistic. So Qian Bujin said to his wife, "Send me home, you don't need to be treated."

His wife secretly wept and reluctantly accompanied Qian Bujin to leave the provincial capital and return to his home in the countryside. There was a toon tree more than three feet high in front of the house, and his wife said that she would see it off and sell it for timber for money, and give Qian Bujin some Chinese herbs to wash away poisonous sores. Qian Bujin pessimistically stopped: Don't touch the tree, besides, my illness is difficult to cure, it is better to keep it, wait until I die, and use it to make a coffin and bury my body.

After listening to the door god's story, the earth immortal Pei Shien walked into the hall to look at the sick Qian Bujin who was still scratching his hands, and knew that he had reached a miserable situation where he couldn't die or survive. When the earth immortal Pei Shien withdrew from the hall and left, the door god said to him, "Great god, do you have a way to cure poor Qian Bujin?" Earth Immortal Pei Shien replied, it's hard to say, I want to find out what you said about the ghost dressed outside, is he blaming.

Under the desolate ridge on the north side of the village-level road that has been paved, there is a male ghost squatting outside the staff, he buried his head in looking at a pile of white skeletons, his face was full of gloom, and sometimes he scolded as if venting, you are so cheap Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu also hurt you enough. Deserve!

Suddenly a slap on the back, he looked back, and there was an old man with a childish face standing in front of him, smiling and introducing himself, I am the earth immortal Pei Shien, and I am about to talk to you. The male ghost stood up and said, I don't know you! Earth Immortal Pei Shien took out the black cover certificate issued to him by the Underworld on his body and showed it to him, and said, Don't you know me now? The male ghost knew his origins, and he didn't dare to make a mistake, so he respectfully bowed his hand and said, I am a member of the Southern Song Dynasty, surnamed Yao, conservative, and called Jianxun, I was a rich man in Ma'anshan back then.

Long admiration! Long admiration! Just now, the god of the road showed me the way, and said that you Yao Yuanwai's great name, but I don't know your glorious rich history. As he spoke, the Earth Immortal Pei Shien kicked the pile of skeletons with his foot.

The hero does not mention the courage of the year. When the ghost Yao Yuanwai said this, he squatted down again, and his hands were rubbed open on the pile of skeletons to cover him, and he said, "Great God, don't kick with your feet, this is the remains of my past life." Earth Immortal Pei Shien said sorry, and asked him why his remains were exposed? The ghost Yao Yuanwai stood up and his face sank, and said Great God, when I mentioned this matter, I became angry.

When a dirt bun named Qian Bujin was building a road, he dug up my grave, and because the coffin where I was buried had termites, the grave was full of my bones, and he picked it up and threw it under the ridge on the side of the road, and he did not move it. I also took the ancient coins, blades, and jade artifacts buried in the soil as my funeral belongings to the cultural relics exhibition hall to exchange money. Hmph, I didn't cheap him, I threw a basket of highly poisonous locusts at him, so that he could grow locust sores all over his body, and he couldn't be cured of it.

Yao Yuanwai, I came to you for this matter. Earth Immortal Pei Shi'en suddenly clarified his intentions.

Do you want to help Qian Bujin? He is too immoral to do things, it doesn't matter if he gets the ancient coins, blades and jade I buried in the soil for money, I shouldn't have thrown my bones here, and my soul is uneasy to be exposed for a long time! That's why I've been staying here every day lately. The more the ghost Yao Yuanwai spoke, the more excited he became, and he unconsciously clenched his fists, as if he was so angry that he was about to beat someone.

Yao Yuanwai, listen to me, Qian Bujin did offend you, but he offended you but didn't know that he didn't realize the stakes of throwing away a bunch of ancient people's remains casually. Earth Immortal Pei Shien patiently did the work for Yao Yuanwai, so be it! I can find a way to coordinate between you and Qian Bujin to get him to move your remains to another place and bury them in peace, can you spare him?

If he does what you want, I will forgive him. The ghost Yao Yuanwai said in an accentuated tone, otherwise, he would have grown locust sores and deserved to die.

Deal. The earth immortal Pei Shien, who spoke in a positive tone, stretched out his hand and shook the ghost Yao Yuanwai tightly.

A few days later, the villagers near Ma'anshan felt strange that Qian Bujin was not dead, so their family cut down the toon tree in front of the door and sawed it into wood, asked the carpenter to make a coffin, and then asked the painter to pitch black, and did not know what was in the coffin, so they closed the coffin lid, nailed the horse nail, and asked the eight "widows" commonly known as "eight lifts" to carry the coffin to the mountain for burial, and then built a pile of loess as a grave.

Qian Bujin, who was covered with locust sores, and his melancholy wife both knelt down one by one to burn incense and turn paper, looking pious.

A few days later, someone privately asked Qian Buqian's wife, but she didn't see the dead person, what was buried in the coffin! She didn't answer, and she couldn't answer easily, but she looked at her husband, who was still moaning, and sighed secretly.

As for what was in the coffin that was buried, in addition to Qian Bujin and his wife, there were also earth immortals Pei Shien and ghost Yao Yuan.

At this time, the earth immortal Pei Shien found the ghost Yao Yuanwai and said, Qian Bujin and his wife have picked up all your remains and buried them in the jungle of Ma'anshan, now you are counted in the ground!

The ghost Yao Yuanwai smiled bitterly and said, My remains have been exposed for too long, and they are finally buried in the ground, thank you for mediating it. Earth Immortal Pei Shien patted him on the shoulder and said Qian Bujin was covered in leech sores, you have to find a way to cure him! As the saying goes: You have to solve the bell to tie the bell, and you have to solve this problem for him.

The ghost Yao said in an embarrassed way, I can't do anything now, most of the muscles on Qian Bujin's body are rotten due to the poison of locust sores, and I have no power to return to heaven. However, I heard that Hua Tuo Immortal Weng has an immortal prescription to cure this disease, but I am a lonely soul and a wild ghost, and I do not have the magic to go to heaven to invite Hua Tuo Immortal Weng to come to the world to cure the disease. Great God, you should do it.

Earth Immortal Pei Shien said dissatisfiedly, Yao Yuanwai, this is how you forgive Qian Bujin? The ghost Yao Yuanwai said guiltily, God, I'm sorry, Yao really has no ability to treat Qian Bujin, so I can only ask you.