Museum of Demons

"梼杌..."

Dong Yuefeng supported his glasses. In ancient times, the two words "梼杌" could actually represent the annual rings after being felled. Therefore, the ancient Chu country used these two words to represent the history books, and the ancient Chu country has a fierce style. Wild, unlike the Central Plains, was once rejected as barbaric by the Central Plains.

Therefore, he laughed wildly, claiming to be the culprit of arrogance.

Chu Diben was passionate.

It's just that when this dossier is combined, there are strands of strange air emerging.

As if to transform into a body, as if to infect the old man's soul from the five senses and seven orifices.

At this time, on the facade of the living room, Bai Ze was snoring like thunder.

He abruptly shattered this Qi machine into smash.

Bai Ze-understands the love of all things and knows the things of ghosts and gods.

There is another natural ability that can get rid of all evil in the world.

The tiger's head and the dragon have a single horn, and their hair is white and long.

According to "Old Tang Book·Five Elements History": Bai Ze pillow is used to inspire charm.

Baize pillows have been the first-class goods dedicated to warding off evil spirits since ancient times, and they are quite popular.

Although in most cases.

He was confused with Bai Ze's cousin, the one-horned winged lion head warding off evil spirits.

Without Bai Zemao, he had no choice but to ward off evil spirits.

Of course, Bai Ze also has this kind of innate supernatural powers, but he mixes with Xuanyuan on weekdays. This kind of innate ability is completely useless. It has long been abolished by Xuanyuan, and it will only be emitted naturally when he is asleep.

To ward off evil spirits, then there must be some evil energy passing through the wind. After Xuan Nu, Li Mu, Chang Xian guarded them, she was so courageous and so mad that she dared to go to Xuanyuan's body. Any evil gangster would have to do this. To give it a compliment, Chi You has to incense it.

It was just that Bai Ze snored like thunder, but it was just right to crush the evil air machine on the scroll scroll.

Then unconsciously swallowed it directly.

The old man felt that the snoring sound was getting louder and louder, and he had no choice but to close the door first, and saw Bai Ze lying on the sofa, put the quilt on, turned on the air conditioner, and then went back, feeling helpless, and then continued to integrate the scrolls.

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

It’s just that the people of Chu are arrogant and romantic, and the history they write is quite random. They don’t think about writing in a chronicle like the Master, or in the Spring and Autumn Period and Warring States Period, the first to use a chronicle to record history belongs to the Master. Heterogeneous.

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

"The master was walking in the country of Chu, and he saw a young man in ragged clothes and accepted him as a disciple."

"The master is dear and loves him, and Yu Zilu intersects irresponsibly. I don't like Duanmu's gift..."

"See Madman of Chu, singing of Madman..."

Dong Yuefeng was surprised: "Master's disciple? Yuzhe... weird, this person is not written in other history." His voice was paused before he was surprised. The earliest history books are almost Chun Qiu and Zuo Chuan Chun Qiu, and the master cannot write about his own disciple. In the spring and autumn.

So, in other words, this disciple did not enter the Analects and did not serve the princes.

He may not even be good at rituals, books, exchanges, poetry and the like.

So it was not passed down in history?

Only in this way can we explain why the disciples recorded by Ying Tiao, as the master of the master, the dear and loving disciples will disappear in history. After all, they will be regarded as the disciples liked by the master, one is Zilu and the other is Ziyuan, Yan Yuan.

Which horn Carla came out of this guy?

Is this one still recorded by Madman Chu?

Isn't that right, isn't that guy taunting the Master?

Why did you learn from the Master to record history?

The old man rummaged curiously for other historical materials.

Finally, even the "Book of Rites" was turned out. The Book of Rites here is actually the approved version of the thesis written by the master's disciples during the Spring and Autumn Period. Under the explanation, it should be a bound edition of explanatory essays around the Book of Rites.

Among them, all the records handed down by the master and disciples collected by King Hejian Xian.

A total of two hundred and forty articles.

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

If you say the full score is 100 points, it is probably the last paper that was unlucky enough to stay, as a typical example of teaching future generations, for example, you kid, what you wrote, take a look, take a look, even you Uncle XX is not as good!

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

I think that kid back then was...

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

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

So after simplification, it became 85 Da Dai Li Ji and 49 Xiao Dai Li Ji, each with representations, extensions and revisions from the editor, which belonged to the selected editions of Confucian essays by the Confucian University at the time Jiujiang Prefect Uncle and Nephew is completed.

As for the end?

Of course the least version is left!

It fully explains that not wanting to endorse books or essays is the commonality of all scholars from ancient times to the present.

Exam materials, exam focus, the less the better!

In the two hundred and forty test ranges and forty-nine, three-year-olds know which one to choose.

Which led to the last two hundred and forty articles, including the ones that were reluctantly evaluated as "different from good and bad". Someone, such and such, and such and such homework were left in history as toilet paper. In the trash dump, the 85 editions were lost to thirty-nine in the Tang Dynasty, serving as the great task of making a certain sword master literate.

Forty-nine articles remain for now.

By the time everyone wants to abandon the forty-nine articles and re-elect fewer, it is too late.

Dong Yuefeng upholds the characteristics of historians who are referred to as the engine of group destruction in the game, and finds out all kinds of historical materials. Even when Dai Sheng was the author of the current edition of the Book of Rites, he was not honored as a saint. , And the name is just like that.

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

So he directly named his son as a holy.

In this way, the other party calling him son is the same honorific title as Confucius.

The title for him has also become ‘Dai Sheng’s father’.

Look, there is so much face, and the white prostitute has the word ‘Holy’.

This is a big victory from my father.

And Dong Yuefeng flipped through Dai Sheng's writing notes and saw one of them—probably what it meant.

In the first year of Wufeng, I found a "ji" from the classics. I don't know the author's name and surname. It is quite strange. It was approved by the master and listed as the highest, but it is different from the other sages. I have searched for seventy-two virtuous sons, and none of them are consistent. If you put your worries among the three thousand disciples, you will be lighted by others.

Therefore, it is far-fetched and falsely known as what the Master said.

People of later generations must not be ignored.

He was astonished. After opening this article, Dai Sheng did not hesitate to forcefully attach to the Master, the text that he would also leave behind—"Book of Rites..."

…………

The year of Spring and Autumn.

"Thank you, teacher, for clearing up your doubts, the disciple retired first."

In the place where the master once taught his disciples, a young Confucian student listened to the teacher’s answer. After being silent, he nodded and stood up respectfully, and then retreated. At this moment, his teacher suddenly called him, thought for a while, and turned away from him. Take out a pile of carefully protected bamboo slips from the cabinet.

Pass it to the boy.

"If you are still confused, you can look at these."

"This…"

The boy was puzzled, so he took the bamboo slips given by his teacher with both hands, and then walked away. Valley

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

"It's so long that I've been called the Master."

He is Fan Chi, Zi Chi, the only student who asked the teacher how to farm the land. After the master went, all countries in the world threw an olive branch to the master’s disciples. Those who were the upper princes would have them, those of the big clan and the guest princes would have them, and the monarchs of a country. There are some of them, but Fan Chi, who had led the Zuo Division of Lu and crushed the mighty Qi State Army, stayed.

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

"It is because my talents are too low that I can inherit the teacher's style of teaching and learning."

A woman looked at him and said, "The kid is asking again?"

Fan Chi smiled bitterly and nodded, and sighed: "It's a pity, I am not a master after all, and there is 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 more dignified gentleman demeanor, but he laughed at himself when he heard that, and said: "What's the use? If it's Zilu here, if it's back here, even Yu Yuan is here. , Will never encounter such a problem."

"They penetrate the chaotic world like an arrow, and they don't doubt their own path, unlike me."

Fan Chi, who has become a master, laughed at himself:

"I once asked the Master three times what is benevolence and what is knowing. Each time I got a different answer because of my different level, but I couldn't even answer the child's question."

"The Master said, the benevolent loves others."

"When I was anxious and anguished, saying that the benevolent is hard first and then reaped. It can be described as benevolent."

"Finally, he told me that living respectful, deacons respectful, and loyal to others is benevolence."

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

"No, be loyal to yourself."

Fan Chi said: "If you want to stand up, you will stand up, and if you want to reach you, you will be loyal to others."

"Don't do to others what you don't want, it is forgiveness, and the way of loyalty and forgiveness is benevolence."

He replied in a deep voice, and finally smiled bitterly: "The master can answer our questions according to our state, but I can't even answer a child's question. He asked me benevolence, so I finally told him that the benevolent loves others."

When Fan Chi mentioned this student, he sighed with emotion. Even though he was already a master of many countries, he still looked like a shy farmer in front of his wife. He said: "The master’s teaching, teach students in accordance with their aptitude, Ah Hui asked benevolence, and the master told him, Restraining oneself and restoring rituals can only be done by Yan Hui, which is in line with his temperament."

"Other people do, for example, if Zilu wants to learn this, it's equivalent to saddle the Tigers."

"He has to hit the wall proudly."

"Therefore, self-denial and restoration of rituals cannot be universalized. What the Master said is the way back, not the way of sentient beings."

"For example, when Zilu asks benevolence, the master says firm, perseverance, wood, and unkindness."

"Even the teacher, I don’t ask you anymore. You can guarantee fortitude. At the same time, don’t be so sensitive. Don’t be so easy to get angry. If you just say a few words, you will be close to benevolence. Zilu. His disposition is brave, but Sometimes he is too brave; but Zi Zhang, his temperament is extreme, the teacher told him, respectful, lenient, faithful, sensitive, and hui, it is benevolence to be able to do these five points."

When he mentioned his brother, Fan Chi's eyes were light, and then dimmed.

"Only the Master can point him."

"The master is no longer there. I can only teach without any kind, but I can't teach in accordance with my aptitude."

"Among us, the ones who keep the path the most have already left."

"Yan Hui, Ansang Ledao, don't care about the princes, Zilu... he really did it. There is something to kill and become benevolence. The gentleman is dying in his clothes... and he..."

The woman next to her saw her husband's expression of compassion, and said, "What did you just give to that child?"

Fan Chi exhaled and said, "It's the manuscript of Junior Brother."

"The disciples didn't know how many times they took the big exam. This was the only time he was not at the end. It was also the only time he was considered worthy of Tao by the master. It was time to be able to stand shoulder to shoulder with Yan Yuanzilu...maybe it was useful to that child. "

His face was slightly thin, but the young scholar with bright eyes returned to his residence.

He breathed a sigh of relief, moved his body, and lay on the bed. The whole person was lazy and relaxed. Looking at the blue sky and the birds outside, he stared blankly, and finally murmured: "What I think is really wrong. ?"

"Day goose, day goose, when will I know my direction like you."

"You can't go wrong if you go north and south?"

This sad and surging young man waited until it was dark outside.

The hungry gurgling, remembering to get up to look at the bamboo slips given by the teacher, while watching the dry food, unfolding the bamboo slips, only glanced a few times, the movement suddenly stagnated, and in later generations, under the dim light, the old man also recognized this. That line of text, whispered:

"Book of Rites·Confucianism"

"Confucianism has no treasures, but loyalty is a treasure..."

"Confucianism is amiable but not robbed! But close but not coerced! Can be killed but not humiliated!"

"Confucianism thinks of loyalty armor, ritual and righteousness thinks it is dry!"

"Confucianism has neither the emperor, nor the princes!"

"Confucianism won't fall from the poor and the humble. Don't lie to the rich and the noble, don't confuse the king, don't be tired and grow up, don't Min Yousi..."

The old man murmured, and after more than two thousand years, the young scholar's eyes became bigger and bigger, and his body trembled.

In the end, the whispers that span the years are like the light in the eyes of the old master who saw his disciple uttering such words grandiosely—the light that came out of the eyes of the dark boy holding the bamboo slips at that time was the same line of light. The Master died, and the light never extinguished, never, but stayed in his eyes through words.

His voice became louder and louder, his blood surging, and his thinking became clearer, until at the end, he said the last paragraph in a loud voice.

"Therefore, Confucian scholar!"

The boy holding the bamboo slips even forgot to eat the dry food, as if he had an epiphany.

In the past, the old old master looked at the upright disciple who said this, as if he saw the most brilliant Baoyu in the world, laughing happily before, saying: "Then, let me ask you, what are you waiting for? At that time, did you let your arrogance and talents that are not a servant of the emperor, and not a prince, be released?"

It is rare for a young imperial master to get the first place among the brothers, proud and holding a whip in his hand.

Stately said: "If there are people who dominate the mountains and rivers, my generation will naturally help them."

In the Spring and Autumn Period, the dark boy was holding the bamboo slips with yellowish meaning, startled, and finally murmured that sentence, you can kill but not be insulted, do not seek wealth, do not obey the emperor, until the teacher's ears came to his ears. Discourse: "Zhai! Zhai!"

"Mo Di! Are you okay?!"

It wasn't until the last yelling that the dark youth reacted. Seeing the teacher's worried eyes, he whispered: "I'm okay, teacher..." He shook his head, still feeling surging, as if the things he had been thinking about were finally gushing. Going out, as if using the stone of the other mountain to attack jade, the road ahead is already smooth.

Fan Chi, the straightforward and quiet master, stroked his head, UU reading www.uukanshu.com whispered and sighed:

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

The dark boy shook his head vigorously.

Holding the bamboo slips harder, they walked out of here together, facing the light further and further, in the end Master Fan Chi really couldn't teach the dark-faced teenager anymore, he sighed that I was no longer your teacher. Let the young man return to heaven and earth, and the young man was also hostile to Confucianism and opened up a new path.

But, the young Fan Chi once asked Master, what is benevolence?

The master told him that love is benevolence.

Therefore—

"Mozi · Jing Shuo Xia"-benevolence, benevolence!

The context will not be cut off.

The car drove across the road outside the window, and the wind blew through the red dust.

The old man in modern times pulled out the original record from his notebook, saw the record of the volume of "Ji", and lightly read out this paragraph. The real person is also the master, who has been taught, as if Nanshan. The only text left by Zhizhu’s disciples, whispered:

"deep…"

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

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

It’s hard to imagine that someone could once say, ‘The Confucianism is not a minister to the emperor, and he is not a prince’s servant.’

How could he become that, learn the arts and martial arts, and the Confucianism of the emperor's family.

In addition, how did you guess so many things, the soul is pale. (Attached to the picture of Mao Mao holding a wrench and smoking cigarettes) The third one added... Look at the status, and take a sigh of relief. Hold tea, splash tea, replace tea with Red Bull, drink Red Bull, exhale, stack buff.