Jiao Sheng of Zhangqiu, deep in the Scholars' Grove that night, found two beauties arriving just past midnight—one woman about seventeen or eighteen, the other barely fourteen or fifteen.

The two women placed their hands on his desk, smiling sweetly. Jiao Sheng knew immediately they were fox spirits and sternly said, "Demonesses, begone at once."

The elder woman laughed, "Sir, you have a great beard, yet possess not a shred of manliness."

Jiao Sheng replied coldly, "I have no interest in women."

The woman chuckled, "How truly pedantic. Down in the mortal realm, ghosts and spirits pervert truth and commit wicked deeds without blinking; surely you aren't afraid to even share a bed with a woman?"

Jiao Sheng said in a deep voice, "Stop speaking bewitching nonsense here. Go, go now."

Seeing his righteous demeanor and unswayed spirit, the woman smiled. "We have long heard of your exceptional talent, Sir. I will leave if you can correctly match my couplet. Listen well, the opening line is: Wuxu Tongti, lacking only a single point within the belly."

Jiao Sheng frowned, pondering, yet found no clue. The woman laughed, "Is this all the famed scholar is capable of? Just so. Allow me to provide the matching line instead: Jisi Lianzhong, why not use both feet to shoulder the burden?" With that, she smiled and departed.