Chapter five hundred and eighty seventh 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 growth rings after being cut down. Therefore, the ancient Chu State used these two characters to represent history books, and the ancient Chu State had a fierce style.
Wild, unlike the Central Plains, was once rejected by the Central Plains as a barbarian.
Therefore, he laughed wildly and thought that he was the evildoer of arrogance.
Chu Diben was very excited.
But when the dossier was put together, traces of strange energy emerged.
It seemed to be transformed into a physical form, as if to infect the old man's soul from his five senses and seven orifices.
At this time, on the facade of the living room, Bai Ze was snoring like thunder.
This energy machine was suddenly shattered into pieces.
Bai Ze understands the emotions of all things and knows the things of ghosts and gods.
There is another natural ability that can ward off all evil spirits in the world.
It has a tiger head, a dragon body and one horn, and its hair is white and long.
"Old Tang Book·Five Elements Chronicles" says: Baize pillow can ward off evil spirits.
Baize pillows are high-quality products that have been used to ward off evil spirits since ancient times and are quite popular.
Although in most cases.
He was confused with Bai Ze's cousin, the evil-doer with a lion's head, a horn, and a body with wings.
If Bai Zemao could not be harvested, he had no choice but to collect it to ward off evil spirits.
Of course, Bai Ze also has such innate magical powers, but he just hangs out with Xuanyuan on weekdays. Such innate abilities are completely useless.
To ward off evil spirits, there must be an evil spirit who can pass through the guardians of Feng Hou, Xuannv, Limu, and Chang Xian, and be so courageous and crazy that he dares to go to Xuanyuan's body. Which evil spirit can do this, Wei Yuan has to do it.
To praise it, Chi You had to put incense on it.
It's just that Bai Ze's snoring was like thunder, but it was just right enough to shatter the evil spirits on the Yongzhu scroll.
Then it is eaten directly without consciousness.
The old man only felt that the snoring was getting louder and louder, so he had no choice but to close the door first. When he saw Bai Ze lying on the sofa, he put the quilt on him and turned on the air conditioner. Then he went back, feeling helpless, and continued to assemble 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 were arrogant and romantic, and they wrote history quite casually. They wrote wherever they thought. It was not in a chronological style like Confucius, or in the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, it was Confucius himself who was the first to use a chronological method to record history.
Alien.
When he compiled a volume, he was suddenly slightly surprised and said to himself: "This is..."
"Master was walking in the country of Chu and saw a young man in ragged clothes, so he accepted him as his disciple."
"My master loves him dearly. He has never reneged on his friendship with Zilu. He doesn't like the gift of Duanmu..."
"When I see a madman from Chu, the madman sings and walks..."
Dong Yuefeng was surprised: "Master's disciple? The charioteer...it's strange that this person is not written about in other histories." He paused for a moment before he suddenly realized that the earliest history books were Spring and Autumn Annals and Zuo Chuan Chunqiu, and it was impossible for Confucius to write about himself.
Disciples enter the Spring and Autumn Period.
So, that is to say, this disciple does not enter the Analects of Confucius and does not serve the princes.
He may even not be good at things like etiquette, calligraphy, Yi, and poetry.
So it has not been passed down in history?
Only in this way can we explain why, as recorded by Yaozhu, the disciples who were close and beloved to the Master as charioteers would disappear from history. After all, they were considered to be the disciples that the Master liked, one was Zilu and the other was Ziyuan, that is,
Yan Yuan is here.
From which horn cara is this guy coming out?
Is this article something recorded by Kuangren Chu?
No, didn’t that guy mock the Master?
Why did you later imitate Master and record history?
The old man looked curiously for other historical materials.
Finally, even the "Book of Rites" was translated. The Book of Rites here is actually the approved version of a treatise written by Confucius' disciples during the Spring and Autumn Period. Rites refers to Zhou Rites, while Ji is an explanatory treatise, so the two words "Book of Rites" are
To explain, it should be a bound version of explanatory essays around the Book of Rites.
Among them were collected by King Xian of Hejian and all the records handed down by his disciples.
A total of two hundred and forty articles.
But there are some guys who write really poorly, and the quality is ridiculously low.
If we say a perfect score of 100 points, then the paper that was unlucky enough to finish last was probably left behind as a typical example to teach future generations. For example, you kid, what did you write? Look, look, even you
Not as good as a certain uncle!
In other words, you are already pretty good, much better than your uncle, and the teacher is very pleased.
I think that boy was...
In this school atmosphere, there is always a need for such a character to encourage everyone.
Look around and if you don't find it, take out a mirror and take a look.
So after being streamlined, it became eighty-five chapters in the Great Book of Rites and 49 chapters in the Little Book of Rites. Each has its own explanations, extensions and revisions by the editor. It is a selected version of Confucian essays, written by Confucian scholars at that time.
Jiujiang Prefect's uncle and nephew completed.
As for the end?
Of course the minimal version remains!
It fully illustrates that not wanting to memorize books or memorize papers is a common characteristic of all scholars from ancient times to the present.
Exam materials and exam key points, the less the better!
Among the two hundred and forty exams and the forty-nine exams, a three-year-old child knows which one to choose.
As a result, the last two hundred and forty chapters, including the after-school homework of someone, so-and-so, and such-and-such god in "The Good and the Bad" were reluctantly and politely evaluated as toilet paper and left in history.
In the trash heap, the eighty-five editions were lost to thirty-nine during the Tang Dynasty, serving as a great mission to make a certain sword master literate.
The forty-nine chapters remain in the present.
By that time, it will be too late for everyone to discard the forty-nine articles and re-select even fewer.
Dong Yuefeng adheres to the characteristic of historians who are called the engine of group destruction in the game, and digs out various historical materials. Even Dai Sheng, the author of the current version of the Book of Rites, is not revered as a saint.
, and that’s what the name is.
Probably his father felt that his son would never become a saint.
So he directly named his son a saint.
In this way, when the other party calls him son, it is the same honorific title as calling Kong Sheng.
The title for him also became ‘Dai Sheng’s father’.
Look, you have so much face, you got the word "saint" for nothing.
This is a great victory from my father.
Dong Yuefeng flipped through Dai Sheng's writing notes and saw one of them that probably meant.
In the first year of Wufeng, I found a "note" in the classics. I don't know the author's name. What he said is quite strange. It was rated as the highest by Master, but his writing style was different from that of other sages.
I searched all over the seventy-two virtuous men, but none of them matched me. I worry that if I were to be placed among the three thousand disciples, I would be underestimated.
Therefore, it is far-fetched and pretends to be what Master said.
Future generations must not ignore it.
He was surprised and opened this article. Dai Sheng did not hesitate to farfetch it and attached it to the Master, but also wanted to leave the text "Book of Rites..."
………………
Spring and Autumn Years.
"Thank you, teacher, for clarifying my doubts. Disciple, please leave now."
In the place where the master once taught his disciples, a young Confucian scholar listened to the teacher's answer. After being silent, he nodded and stood up, bowed respectfully, and then was about to retreat. At this time, his teacher suddenly called him, thought for a moment, turned around and left.
A pile of carefully protected bamboo slips was taken out of the cabinet.
Pass it to the young man.
"If you are still confused, you can take a look at these."
"this……"
The young man was puzzled, so he took the bamboo slips given by his teacher with both hands, bowed and left.
The teacher watched his disciple go away and suddenly laughed at himself: "It turns out that so much time has passed."
"It's been so long that I'm even called Master."
He was Fan Chi and Zi Chi. He was the only student who asked the teacher how to farm. After Master left, all the countries in the world extended olive branches to Master's disciples. There are those who can be ministers, and there are those who are guests of wealthy families. As a monarch of a country
There were many other divisions, but Fan Chi, who had led the Lu left division and crushed the powerful Qi army, 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 my teacher's teaching style."
A woman looked at him and said, "Then the child came to ask again?"
Fan Chi smiled bitterly, nodded, and sighed: "What a pity, I am not a master after all, so I have no way to 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's demeanor. Hearing this, he laughed at himself and said: "What's the use? If Zilu is here, if Hui is here, or even Yu Yuan is here.
, you will never encounter such a problem.”
"They pierce through troubled times like arrows, and they are unquestioning about their own path, unlike me."
Fan Chi, who had become a master, laughed at himself:
"I asked Master three times what is benevolence and what is knowledge. Each time I got a different answer because of my different realm, but I couldn't even answer the child's question."
"Master said, a benevolent person loves others."
"When I am anxious and in pain, I say that benevolent people first face difficulties and then gain. It can be said to be benevolent."
"Finally, he told me that benevolence is to be respectful in your place of residence, respectful in your work, and loyal to others."
The woman pursed her lips and said with a smile: "Are you loyal to the king?"
"No, stay true to yourself."
Fan Chi said: "If you want to establish yourself, you should establish others; if you want to achieve success, you should promote others. This is loyalty."
"Don't do to others what you don't want others to do to you. This is forgiveness. The way of loyalty and forgiveness is benevolence."
He answered in a deep voice, and finally said with a wry smile: "Master can answer our questions based on our status, but I can't even answer a child's question. He asked me about benevolence, so I had to tell him in the end, a benevolent person loves others."
Fan Chi lamented over and over again when he mentioned this student that he had a headache. Even though he was a well-known master in various countries, in front of his wife, he still looked like a shy and talkative peasant boy. He said: "Master's teachings are to teach students in accordance with their aptitude. When A Hui asked Ren, Master told him,
Only Yan Hui can do this, and it is in line with his nature."
"Others do it. For example, if Zilu wants to learn this, it is equivalent to putting a saddle on a tiger."
"He had to hit the wall in anger."
"So it is said that self-denial and restoration of rites cannot be universalized. What the Master talks about is the path of return, not the path of all sentient beings."
"For example, Zilu asked about benevolence, and Master said that hardness, perseverance, wood, and restraint are close to benevolence."
"Even if you are a teacher, I don't ask you to do anything. You can be strong and strong, and at the same time, don't be so sensitive and get offended so easily. If you say less, you will be closer to benevolence. Zilu, his nature is always brave, but
Sometimes he is too brave; as for Zizhang, he has an extreme temperament, and the teacher told him that if he can achieve these five points, he is respectful, tolerant, trustworthy, sensitive and beneficial, which is benevolence."
When he mentioned his senior brothers, Fan Chi's eyes shone, then darkened.
"Only the Master can guide him."
"But the Master is no longer here. I can only teach students in a manner that is consistent with their aptitude, but I cannot teach students in accordance with their aptitude."
"Those among us who keep the path the most have all left."
"Yan Hui lived in poverty and enjoyed the Tao, and did not bother the princes. Zi Lu... He really did it. He had to kill himself to achieve benevolence. A gentleman dies with his clothes on... and he..."
The woman next to her saw her husband's expression of compassion and said, "What did you just give that child?"
Fan Chi exhaled and said, "It's junior brother's manuscript."
"The disciples didn't know how many times they took the exam. This was the only time he was not at the bottom. It was also the only time he was considered by the master to be worthy of the Tao. At that time, he could stand shoulder to shoulder with Yan Yuanzilu... Maybe it would be 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, and lay on the bed, feeling lazy and relaxed. Looking at the blue sky and birds outside, he was distracted, and finally murmured: "What I thought was really wrong.
?"
"Dayan, Dayan, when will I know my direction like you do?"
"If you go south or north, you won't make any mistakes?"
This young man with a sad heart and surging thoughts waited until it became dark outside.
I was so hungry that I remembered to get up and look at the bamboo slips given by the teacher. While reading, I gnawed the dry food and unfolded the bamboo slips. After just a few glances, my movements suddenly froze. In later generations, under the dim light, the old man also recognized this,
Those lines of text, whispering:
"Book of Rites·Confucianism"
"Confucianism is not valuable in gold and jade, but loyalty is valuable..."
"Confucianism can be loved but cannot be robbed! It can be approached but cannot be forced! It can be killed but cannot be humiliated!"
"Confucianism considers loyalty and trust as armor, etiquette and righteousness as oars!"
"Confucianism does not serve the emperor when it comes to superiors, and does not serve the princes below!"
"Confucian scholars do not end up in poverty. They do not live in wealth and honor. They do not humiliate kings. They do not burden senior officials. They do not serve as officials..."
The old man murmured, and more than two thousand years ago, the young Confucian scholar's eyes became bigger and bigger, and his body trembled.
The final whisper that spanned the years was like the light in the eyes of the already old master when he saw his disciple majestically speaking such words. The light in the eyes of the dark young man holding the bamboo slip was the same light. Master
Although he died, the light never went out, but stayed in his eyes through words.
His voice became louder and louder, his energy became more surging, and his thoughts became clearer, until finally he spoke the last paragraph loudly.
"That's why I call you Confucian Xia!"
The young man holding the bamboo slips had even forgotten to eat dry food, as if he had an epiphany.
In the past, the old master looked at the upright disciple who said these words, as if he was seeing the most brilliant jade in the world, and he laughed happily as never before, and said: "Then, let me ask you, what are you waiting for?
When will you release your pride and talents of not being a servant of the emperor or the feudal lords?"
It was rare for the young charioteer to get the first place among his brothers. He was very proud and held a whip in his hand.
He said grandly: "If there is someone who can unify the mountains and rivers, we will naturally help him."
During the Spring and Autumn Period, the dark-skinned young man held this bamboo slip with a withered yellow meaning, and was stunned. Finally, he murmured the words, "You can't be killed, you can't be humiliated, you don't seek wealth, you don't obey the emperor," until the teacher's words came to your ears.
Words: "Zhai! Zhai!"
"Mo Zhai! Are you okay?!"
It wasn't until he yelled something at the end that the swarthy boy realized what he was doing. Seeing the teacher's worried look, he whispered: "I'm okay, teacher..." He shook his head, still feeling overwhelmed, as if what he had been thinking about was finally about to burst out.
Coming out, it's like attacking jade with rocks from other mountains, the road ahead is smooth.
The honest and calm master Fan Chi stroked his head, whispered and sighed:
"I still can't teach you well, and I can't answer your doubts."
The swarthy boy shook his head vigorously.
Holding the bamboo slip's hand harder, they walked out together, facing the light and walking farther and farther. In the end, Master Fan Chi could no longer teach the swarthy young man. He sighed to himself, "I am no longer your teacher."
Let the young man return to the world, and the young man becomes hostile to Confucianism and opens up a new path.
However, the young Fan Chi once asked the Master, what is benevolence?
The Master told him that love is benevolence.
Therefore
"Mozi·Jingshuo": Benevolence means benevolence!
The cultural context will not be cut off.
Outside the window, cars pass by on the road, and the wind blows through the red dust.
The modern old man dug out the original record from the notebook, saw the record in the volume of "notes", and gently read out that the real person who wrote this paragraph was also the one who was taught as the master's charioteer, just like Nanshan.
The only words left by Zhizhu's disciples whispered:
"deep……"
PS: Today’s second update... 4,800 words,
In fact, I plan to compare the remaining memories with reality to feel the reality and connection in the historical gaps. This is a passage that really exists in the "Book of Rites". In my opinion, it may also be the story between ancient Confucian disciples and
Later Confucian disciples were different.
It is unimaginable that there was ever a Confucian who could say, "I will not serve the emperor above, and I will not serve the princes below."
How could he become that Confucian who studied literature and martial arts and became a scholar of the imperial family?
In addition, how did you guess so many of them, Hundan. (Attached is the picture of the cat holding a wrench, holding a car and smoking) The third update added... Depending on the situation, I took a breath. Hold the tea, pour the tea, pour the tea
Change to Red Bull, drink Red Bull, exhale, and stack BUFF.