The Tattooed Monk Uproots a Weeping Willow; The Panther Head Mistakenly Enters the White Tiger Hall.

A poem says: A man may live at most seventy years; why scheme day and night? All things in the world come to an end; Vain splendor scatters in a moment and is not real. Poverty and wealth are fated; Fame and achievement are but dust in a crack. When you gain an advantage, do not rejoice; Retribution may fall on your descendants if far off, or on yourself if near. Now of the twenty or thirty ruffians outside the Sour Jujube Gate, two were leaders: Zhang San, the Street-Crossing Rat, and Li Si, the Green Grass Snake. These two led the rest to welcome Lu Zhishen. Lu Zhishen happened to walk to the manure pit and saw the group standing there, not leaving. Together they said, “We have come specially to congratulate you, Master, on taking up your post.” Lu Zhishen said, “Since you are neighbors, all of you come sit in the compound.” Zhang San and Li Si knelt on the ground and would not get up, hoping that when Lu Zhishen reached out to raise them, they could seize the chance and push him into the manure pit. Lu Zhishen saw this and became suspicious: “These men are a......