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There was a Taoist from the north who was good at reasoning. He met Mr. Lin at the Wuguang Temple and they talked about sketches. At that time, Zhu Fashen and Sun Xinggong all listened together. This Taoist raised many difficult questions, and Mr. Lin answered them clearly and analytically, with a refreshing tone. This Taoist always crushes the weak. Sun asked Mr. Shen: "Master, you must be in a difficult situation, why have you never said anything?" Mr. Shen smiled but did not answer. Mr. Lin said, "The white sandalwood is fragrant, so how can it go against the wind?" Mr. Shen understood the meaning and was disdainful.
The general said to Youjun: "You are my good son, no less than Ruan Zhubu."
Chen Zhuangzi died and went to Lu. The people of Lu did not want to cry. Duke Mu summoned Xianzi and asked him about it. Xianzi said, "In ancient times, the officials did not finish their work. Even if they wanted to cry, how could they cry? Today's officials are involved in the government of China. Even if they want not to cry, how can they not cry? Moreover, I have heard that there are two ways to cry: one is to cry for love, and the other is to cry for fear." The Duke said, "Yes, then what should we do?" Xianzi said, "Please cry in the temples of different surnames." So he cried with the Xianshi. Zhongxian said to Zengzi: "The Xia Dynasty used Mingqi to show that the people were ignorant; the Yin people used sacrificial utensils to show that the people were knowledgeable; the Zhou people used both to show that the people were suspicious." Zengzi said: "Is it not so! Is it not so! Mingqi is a ghost instrument; sacrificial utensils are human instruments; why did the ancient people die for their own parents?" Gongshu Mu's half-brother died, and he asked Ziyou. Ziyou said: "Is it a great merit?" Di Yi's half-brother died, and he asked Zixia. Zixia said: "I have never heard of it before; the people of Lu wear Qisui for him." Di Yi wore Qisui. The Qisui of today is what Di Yi asked.
Sun Xinggong and Xu Xuandu were together at Bailou Pavilion, discussing strategies to get to Mingda first. Since Mr. Lin was not concerned, he listened and said, "The two sages have their own talents."
Xi Chao dealt with Fu Yuan, and Yuan saw that his two sons had their hair tied together. Chao observed it for a long time and said to Yuan, "The younger one is more talented and famous, but the one who can protect your family will ultimately depend on your brother." These are Fu Liang's brothers.
After the Duke of Yin was deposed, Duke Huan said to his people, "When I was young, I rode a bamboo horse with Yuanyuan. I abandoned it, and you took it. Therefore, you should be inferior to me."
Wang Ziyou lived in Shanyin. It snowed heavily at night. He woke up, opened the room, and ordered wine to be poured. The sky was bright all around, so I stood up and imitated the poet, reciting Zuo Si's poem to invite hermits. Suddenly I remembered Dai Andao, who was in Shan at that time, so I took a small boat to visit him at night. After walking a night, he finally arrived, but he opened the door without going forward and turned back. When asked why, the king said, "I went out for fun and returned when the fun wore off. Why should I see Dai?"
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