Chapter 589 I Pass You, You Witness Me

"梼杌..."

Dong Yuefeng adjusted his glasses. In ancient times, the two characters 梼杌 could actually represent the annual rings after being felled, so the ancient Chu State used these two characters to represent the history books, and the ancient Chu State had a fierce style. Wild, unlike the Central Plains, was once rejected by the Central Plains as barbaric.

Therefore, he also laughed wildly, calling himself arrogant as the murderer of Wuwu.

Chu Di was passionate.

It's just that when the dossiers were assembled, strands of strangeness emerged.

It seems to be transformed into a body, as if to infect the soul of the old man from the five sense organs and seven orifices.

At this time, Bai Ze was snoring loudly in front of the living room.

Brutely shattered the qi machine into pieces.

Bai Ze - understand the emotions of all things, know the things of ghosts and gods.

There is another natural ability, which can get rid of all evil spirits in the world.

It has a tiger head and a dragon body with one horn, and its hair is white and long.

"Old Tang Book Five Elements" said: Bai Ze pillow to ward off evil spirits.

Bai Ze pillow is a high-quality product specially used to ward off evil spirits since ancient times, and it is quite popular.

Although in most cases.

It was a confusion with Bai Ze's cousin, the lion-headed one-horned and winged evil spirit.

If you can't get Bai Zemao, you have to go to get rid of evil spirits.

Of course, Bai Ze also has this kind of innate supernatural ability, but he just hangs out with Xuanyuan on weekdays. This kind of innate ability is completely useless, and has long been abandoned by Xuanyuan. It only comes out naturally when he is sleeping.

To ward off evil spirits, there must be some evil spirit that can pass through Fenghou, Xuannv, Li Mu, and Chang Xian's guardians, who are so courageous that they dare to go to Xuanyuan's body. If you want to praise it, Chi You has to offer incense to it.

It's just that Bai Ze's snoring was like thunder, but it was just right to smash the evil energy on the scroll.

Then swallow it unconsciously.

The old man felt that the snoring was getting louder and he had no choice but to close the door first. Seeing Bai Ze lying sprawled on the sofa, he put on the quilt and turned on the air conditioner before going back. Feeling helpless, he continued to integrate the scrolls.

This is the history of the ancient Chu State in the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period.

It’s just that the people of Chu State are arrogant and romantic, and the history they write is quite casual. They write wherever they want, not in the chronological style like Master, or in the Spring and Autumn and Warring States Periods. Heterogeneous.

When he compiled the first volume, he was suddenly slightly surprised, and said to himself: "This is..."

"Master was traveling in the state of Chu, and saw a young man dressed in rags, so he took him in as his disciple."

"The master loves him dearly, and he is inseparable from Zilu. He doesn't like Duanmu's gifts..."

"Seeing a madman in Chu, a madman sings and walks..."

Dong Yuefeng was surprised: "Master's disciple? Yuzhe...it's strange, this person is not written about in other history." His voice paused for a moment before he realized that the earliest records in the history books are almost the Spring and Autumn and Zuo Chuan Chunqiu, and it is impossible for the Master to write his own Disciple enters Spring and Autumn.

So, that is to say, this disciple does not enter the Analects of Confucius and does not serve the princes.

Maybe even not good at things like rites, books, books, and poetry.

So therefore none can be handed down in history?

Only in this way can we explain why the disciples who are close and loving to the master as the master's ruler will disappear in history. After all, they will be regarded as the master's favorite disciples. One is Zilu and the other is Ziyuan, which is Yan Yuan.

Which horned cara is this guy from?

Is this something recorded by Madman Chu?

No, isn't that guy mocking the master?

Why did he learn from his master to record history?

The old man rummaged through other historical materials curiously.

In the end, even the "Book of Rites" was turned up. Here, the "Book of Rites" is actually an approved version of a thesis written by the disciples of the Master during the Spring and Autumn Period. Li is Zhou Li, and Ji is an explanatory treatise. To explain, it should be a bound version of the expository essays surrounding the Book of Rites.

Among them, the records collected by King Xian of Hejian are all the records handed down by the master's disciples.

A total of two hundred and forty articles.

But there are really some guys who write unsightly, and the quality is ridiculously low.

If the full score is 100 points, it is probably some unlucky one who left the last paper as a typical example to teach future generations, for example, you boy, what did you write, look, look, even you Uncle So-and-so is inferior!

In other words, you are already good, much better than your uncle, the teacher is very pleased.

I think back then that kid was...

In this school atmosphere, such a role is always needed to encourage everyone.

Look around, if you can't find it, you can take out the mirror and have a look.

Therefore, after simplification, it became eighty-five chapters of Dadai Liji and forty-nine chapters in Xiaodai Liji. Jiujiang prefect uncle and nephew completed.

As for the end?

Of course the least version survived!

It is fully explained that not wanting to endorse books or memorize papers is a common feature of all scholars from ancient times to the present.

Exam materials, exam key points, the less the better!

Among the two hundred and forty exams and the forty-nine exams, three-year-olds know which one to choose.

As a result, the last two hundred and forty articles, including those that were reluctantly judged as "the good and the bad" in it, the homework of a certain person, a certain person, and a certain god were left in history as toilet paper Among the garbage dumps, the eighty-five editions were lost to the thirty-nine editions during the Tang Dynasty, serving as the great task of making a certain sword master literacy.

The forty-nine chapters remain in the present.

And when the time comes, it will be too late for everyone to abandon the forty-nine articles and re-elect even fewer.

Dong Yuefeng adhered to the characteristics of historians in the game, which is called the group destroying engine, and asked the root cause, and dug up all kinds of historical materials. Even Dai Sheng was the author of the current version of the Book of Rites. He is not honored as a saint , and that's what it's called.

Probably his father felt that his son would never be a saint.

So he directly named his son a saint.

In this way, the other party called him his son with the same honorific title as Confucius.

His address has also become 'Dai Sheng's father'.

Look, what a face, whoring the word "Holy" for nothing.

This is a big victory from my father.

And Dong Yuefeng flipped through Dai Sheng's writing notes, and saw one of them——probably meaning.

In the first year of Wufeng, I found a "record" from the classics. I don't know the author's name and surname. I searched for seventy-two sages, but none of them fit me. I worry that if I put them among the three thousand disciples, they will be underestimated.

Therefore, it is far-fetched and falsely called what the master said.

People in future generations must not ignore it.

He was surprised, opened this article, and Dai Sheng did not hesitate to attach it to his master, and he wanted to leave behind the text - "Book of Rites..."

…………………

The year of Spring and Autumn.

"Thank you, teacher, for clarifying the confusion. The disciples will retreat first."

In the place where the master used to teach his disciples, a young Confucian scholar listened to the teacher’s answer. After being silent, he nodded and stood up, saluted respectfully, and then retreated. At this moment, his teacher suddenly called him back. A pile of carefully protected bamboo slips was taken out from the cabinet.

Pass it to the boy.

"If you are still confused, you can read these."

"this……"

The young man was puzzled, but still took the bamboo slip given by his teacher with both hands, bowed again and stepped back.

The teacher watched his disciple go away, and suddenly laughed at himself: "It turns out that so long has passed."

"It's been so long that even I have been called Master."

He is Fan Chi, Zi Chi, the only student who asked the teacher how to farm the land. After the master left, all countries in the world extended olive branches to the master's disciples. There are also some excellent teachers, but Fan Chi, who once led the left division of Lu State and crushed the mighty army of Qi State, stayed behind.

He declined the invitation and inherited his master's private education.

"It is precisely because my talent is too low that I can inherit the teacher's style of teaching without discrimination."

A woman looked at him and said, "Is that child asking again?"

Fan Chi nodded with a wry smile, and sighed, "Unfortunately, I'm not the master after all, so I can't answer that child's doubts."

His wife smiled and said, "You are already a great sage in the world."

The once honest and silent young man now has a dignified and steady gentleman demeanor. Hearing this, he laughed at himself and said, "What's the use? If Zilu is here, if Hui is here, or even Yuyuan is here , will not encounter such a problem."

"They penetrate the chaotic world like arrows, and they are straight in their own way, unlike me."

Fan Chi, who had already become his master, laughed at himself:

"I have asked Master three times what is benevolence and what is knowledge, and each time I got different answers because of my different realms, but I couldn't even answer the child's question."

"The master said, the benevolent loves others."

"When I was anxious and suffering, it was benevolent to say that those who are benevolent first have difficulty and then gain."

"Finally, he told me that being courteous in residence, respectful in deacons, and loyal to others is benevolence."

The woman pursed her lips and smiled, "Are you loyal to the king?"

"No, be true to yourself."

Fan Chi said: "Establish others if you want to be established, and achieve others if you want to achieve them. This is loyalty."

"Don't do to others what you don't want to do to yourself. This is forgiveness. The way of loyalty and forgiveness is benevolence."

He replied in a deep voice, and finally smiled wryly: "Master can answer our questions according to our state, but I can't even answer a child's question. He asked me about benevolence, so I had to tell him finally that benevolent people love others."

When Fan Chi mentioned this student, he felt a headache again and again. Even though he was already a well-known master in various countries, he was still like the shy and talkative peasant boy in front of his wife, saying: "Master's teaching is to teach students according to their aptitude. Ah Hui asked about benevolence, and the master told him, Self-restraint and courtesy, this is something only Yan Hui can do, it is in line with his nature."

"Other people do it. For example, if Zilu wants to learn this, it is equivalent to putting a saddle on a tiger."

"He had to bang the wall in anger."

"That's why self-restraint and ritual restoration cannot be popularized. What the Master said is the way of return, not the way of sentient beings."

"For example, Zilu asked about benevolence, and the master said that rigidity, perseverance, wood, and negligence are close to benevolence."

"Even the teacher, I don't ask you for anything. You can guarantee your fortitude, and at the same time, don't be so sensitive. You will be so easy to get angry. If you don't say a few words, you will be close to Ren. Zilu, his nature is brave, but Sometimes he is too brave; as for Zizhang, he has an extreme temperament. The teacher told him that he can be respectful, tolerant, trustworthy, sensitive, and beneficial. If he can achieve these five points, he is benevolence."

When mentioning his senior brother, Fan Chi's eyes lit up, and then dimmed.

"Only the Master can teach him."

"But the master is gone. I can only teach without discrimination, but I can't teach in accordance with my aptitude."

"Among us, those who obey the way the most have all left."

"Yan Hui, live in peace and happiness, don't care about the princes, Zilu...he really did it, there is such a thing as killing one's body to become benevolent, a gentleman dies with his clothes on..., and he..."

Seeing her husband's expression of compassion, the woman next to her asked, "What did you give that child just now?"

Fan Chi let out a breath and said, "It's the manuscript of my junior brother."

"The disciples didn't know how many times they took the big exam back then. This was the only time he was not at the end, and it was also the only time he was considered worthy of the Tao by the master. It was the time when he could stand side by side with Yan Yuanzi Lu... Maybe it was useful to that child .”

The young Confucian scholar with a slightly skinny face but bright eyes returned to his residence.

He breathed a sigh of relief, moved his body, lay on the bed, his whole body was lazy and slack, looking at the blue sky and birds outside, he was distracted blankly, and finally murmured: "What I thought was really wrong ?"

"Dayan, geese, I can always know my direction like you."

"Going from south to north, can't you go wrong?"

This young man with a sad heart and surging thoughts waited until it was dark outside.

Hungry Gulu Gulu, I just remembered to get up and look at the bamboo slips given by the teacher. While reading, I gnawed on the dry food and unfolded the bamboo slips. After a few glances, my movements suddenly froze. In later generations, under the dim light, the old man also recognized this, Those lines of text whispered:

"Book of Rites Confucianism"

"Confucianism is not precious gold and jade, but loyalty is the treasure..."

"Confucians are amiable but not robbed! Close but not forced! Killable but not humiliated!"

"Confucianism has loyalty and trustworthiness as armor, etiquette and righteousness as dry oars!"

"Confucianism has a superior who does not serve the emperor, and a subordinate who does not serve the princes!"

"Confucianism should not be acquired by the poor and humble. It should not be enriched by the rich and the honored. It should not be the king. It should not be tired of the elders. It should not be mined by the minister..."

The old man whispered, but over two thousand years ago, the young Confucian scholar's eyes became bigger and bigger, and his body trembled.

In the end, the whispers that spanned the years were like the light in the eyes of the old master when he saw his disciple say such words in a majestic way - the eyes of the dark boy holding the bamboo slips at that time emanated a light of the same origin , the master died, but the light never went out, never, but remained in his eyes through words.

His voice became louder and more vigorous, and his thoughts became clearer, until finally, he uttered the last paragraph loudly.

"That's why, Confucian Xia!"

The young man holding the bamboo slips forgot to eat even the dry food, and was stuck as if he had an epiphany.

In the past, the former old master looked at the upright disciple who said these words, as if he saw the most brilliant precious jade in the world, laughed heartily like never before, and said: "Then, let me ask you, what are you waiting for?" When will you release your arrogance and talent of not serving the emperor and not serving the princes?"

It was rare for the young warrior to get the first place among his senior brothers. He was very proud and held a whip in his hand.

Majesticly said: "If there is a person who is unified by mountains and rivers, we will naturally help him."

And in the Spring and Autumn Period, the dark boy held the withered and yellow bamboo slips, stared blankly, and finally murmured that sentence, "You can kill but not be humiliated, you don't seek wealth, you don't submit to the emperor, until the teacher's words came to your ears." Discourse: "Zhai! Zhai!"

"Mo Di! Are you okay?!"

It wasn't until the last yell that the dark boy came to his senses. Seeing the teacher's worried eyes, he said in a low voice, "I'm fine, teacher..." Shaking his head, he still felt that his heart was surging, as if what he had been thinking about for a long time was finally about to burst Going out, as if attacking jade with stones from other mountains, the road ahead has been smooth.

The straightforward and quiet wife Fan Chi stroked his head, whispering and sighing:

"I still can't teach you well, and I can't answer your doubts."

The dark boy shook his head vigorously.

The hand holding the bamboo slips was even stronger, and they walked out together, facing the light and walking farther and farther. In the end, Mr. Fan Chi really couldn't teach that dark-faced boy anymore. He sighed to himself that I am no longer your teacher, Let the young man return to the world, and the young man is also hostile to Confucianism, opening up a new path.

But ah, the young Fan Chi once asked his master, what is benevolence?

The Master told him that love is benevolence.

Therefore—

"Mozi·Jingshuoxia" - benevolence, benevolence and love!

The context cannot be cut off.

Outside the window, cars pass by the road, and the wind blows through the red dust.

The modern old man dug out the original record from his notes, saw the record of the volume of "Records", and gently read out the real person who wrote this passage, and he was also the one who was taught as the master and master, just like Nanshan The only text left by Zhizhu's disciple whispered:

"deep……"

PS: The second update today... 4,800 words,

In fact, I plan to compare the rest of my memories with the reality, and feel the reality and connection in the historical gap. This is a passage that really exists in "Book of Rites". In my opinion, it may also be the ancient Confucian disciples and Later Confucian disciples were different.

It is unimaginable that someone once said, "The Confucianist who does not serve the emperor at the top, and does not serve the princes at the bottom".

How could he become that, a Confucian who learned literary and martial arts, and was a Confucian of the emperor's family.

Also, how did you guys guess such a bunch, Hun Dan. (Attach a picture of a cat holding a wrench and holding a car smoking a cigarette) The third update added...seeing the status, he breathed a sigh of relief. Holding tea, splashing tea, changing tea to Red Bull, drinking Red Bull, exhaling, stacking BUFF.