The young rake and mot, abandoning the affairs of the family, didn’t know how to restrain himself in reckless spending. He let all property go in the wind, and none of his relatives wanted to shelter him. Starving, he wandered around the city, complaining and moaning.

Suddenly an unknown old man appeared in front of him and offered as much money as it takes for a comfortable life. The embarrassed Du Zichun (and so called our hang) called a small amount, but the elder insisted on three million. They were enough for a two-year revelry, and then Du again went around the world.

And again the old man appeared before him and again gave the money - now ten million. All good intentions to change life disappeared at once, the temptations defeated the reveler, and after two years there was no money.

For the third time, the dissolute hang gave the old man a terrible oath not to waste money in vain and received twenty million. The benefactor made an appointment for him a year later. He really settled down, arranged family affairs, gifted poor relatives, married his brothers, and married his sisters. So the year flew by.

Du met with an old man. Together they went to the chamber, which could not belong to mere mortals. A pill of immortality was being prepared in a huge cauldron. The old man, having thrown off worldly robes, appeared in the yellow clothes of the clergyman. Then he took three pills made of white stone, dissolved them in wine and gave Du Zichong a drink. He sat him down on a tiger skin and warned that, no matter how terrible pictures appeared to his eyes, he did not dare to utter a word, for all this would only be an obsession, a hassle.

As soon as the elder disappeared, hundreds of soldiers with drawn blades flew into Zichun, demanding that he call his name under the threat of death. It was scary, but Zichun was silent.

Ferocious tigers, lions, vipers and scorpions appeared, threatening to eat him, sting him, but Zichun was silent. Then a shower poured, thunder broke out, lightning flashed. The sky seemed to crash, but Zichun did not flinch. Then he was surrounded by the servants of hell - demons with evil muzzles, and began to scare, hoisting a boiling pot in front of Zichun. Then they took up his wife, who begged her husband for mercy. Du Zichun was silent. She was chopped into pieces. Silence. Then they killed Zichun.

He was cast down into the underworld and again subjected to terrifying torture. But, remembering the words of Taoist, Zichun even kept silent. The Lord of the underworld ordered him to be born again, not a man, but a woman.

Zichun was born a girl who grew up in a rare beauty. But no one had heard a single word from her. She got married and gave birth to a son. The husband did not believe that his wife was dumb. He planned to make her speak. But she was silent. Then, in a rage, he grabbed the child and grabbed his head against a stone. Forgetting the ban, the mother, not remembering herself, cried out in a desperate cry.

The scream had not yet stopped as Zichun sat again on the tiger skin, and an old Taoist stood in front of him. He sadly admitted that his ward was able to renounce everything earthly, except for love, which means that he will not be immortal, but will have to continue to live as a man.

Zichun returned to the people, but was very sorry for the broken oath. However, the old Taoist never met him again.