One day, Peng Erzheng was traveling with his fellow townsman, Han Gongfu. As they were speaking, Han Gongfu was distracted for just a moment, and Peng Erzheng had vanished. All that remained was a donkey plodding along placidly, carrying a leather sack bulging high on its back, seemingly filled with contents—one end light, the other heavy, yet it never tipped over.

Suddenly, a cry for help echoed from inside the sack. Listening closely, Han Gongfu recognized Peng Erzheng’s voice. Deeply astonished, Han Gongfu drew his saber and slashed the stitching of the leather sack. Inside, Peng Erzheng was curled up like a dog. After rescuing him and asking when he had entered the sack, Peng Erzheng could only shake his head in confusion and sigh, “No need to ask; it must be that fox demon causing trouble again.”

Such bizarre incidents were numerous, happening all the time.