A man named Sun Bizhen was crossing the river by boat on this particular day, the heart of the river roaring with wind and thunder, the vessel pitching violently.

The fellow passengers were all struck with terror. Looking up, they saw a god in golden armor standing amidst the clouds, holding a golden placard aloft inscribed clearly, character by character, with the name "Sun Bizhen."

The travelers fixed their gaze on Sun, saying, "You must have incurred Heaven's wrath. Please take another boat; do not bring disaster upon us."

Seeing a small skiff nearby, they offered no word of protest, simply shoving Sun Bizhen aboard it.

The moment Sun Bizhen stepped onto the skiff, he cast a brief glance back, and the original vessel he had been on capsized instantly—boat destroyed, all hands lost.