A farmer tilled his fields at the foot of the mountain, his wife bringing him meals in an earthenware jar. After eating, he would leave the jar by the field's edge. Every evening when he checked it, any remaining porridge inside would have vanished without a trace. This happened day after day. Suspicion growing in the farmer's heart, he hid nearby to observe. He saw a fox poking its head into the jar, thoroughly enjoying its meal. The farmer, clutching his hoe, crept up stealthily and brought it down hard upon the fox spirit. The fox was startled and tried to bolt, but its head was trapped fast within the jar, making escape impossible in its panic. It leaped back and forth, the jar striking against stones until it shattered, finally freeing itself. Seeing the farmer right beside it, the fox spirit was paralyzed with terror, darted away instantly, vaulted over the mountain ridge, and disappeared.

Years later, in a wealthy household south of the great mountain, the daughter was being harassed by a fox spirit. Talismans pasted on walls and incantations chanted proved utterly ineffective. The fox spirit mocked the girl, saying, "What can paltry paper charms do to me?" The maiden feigned compliance, replying, "Since your magical skills are so profound, I would not object to our intimacy. However, I wonder if there is anyone you truly fear in this life?" The fox replied, "I have never known fear. But ten years ago, while I was in the northern mountains, I snuck into a field to steal food and was struck by a farmer. The man wore a bamboo hat and carried a straw hoe; he nearly killed me, and even now, the memory sends a shudder through me."

The daughter told her father of this incident. The father intended to seek out the farmer for help, but knowing neither his name nor his residence, he had no means of finding him.

Later, a servant from that household was traveling to a mountain village on an errand. By the roadside, while chatting with locals, he mentioned the haunting by the fox spirit. One person in the crowd exclaimed, "This tale sounds remarkably like something that happened to me ten years ago. Could it be the same fox spirit I drove away that has returned to cause trouble?" The servant was overjoyed and immediately pleaded with the farmer to help drive the demon away. The farmer laughed, "I did indeed drive off a fox spirit back then, but it might not be the one tormenting your household. Furthermore, a fox spirit is skilled at transformation; how could it fear a mere farmer?"

The servant insisted repeatedly, and the farmer, unable to refuse, reluctantly agreed to give it a try. He donned his bamboo hat, took up his hoe, and went to the maiden's house to capture the demon. Upon arrival, he began striking the ground with his hoe, cursing loudly, "You wretched fox spirit! I couldn't find you day after day, and here you are hiding. Hmph, now that we meet, I will surely slay you." As soon as he finished speaking, a mournful cry echoed from within the house. The farmer's courage swelled, his expression growing fiercer. The fox spirit knelt, begging, "Spare my life, spare my life." The farmer roared, "Get out immediately, and I will let you live."

The maiden watched as the fox spirit covered its head and scurried away in frantic flight. From that day forward, the household knew peace.