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Yu Fa started out competing for fame with Zhi Gong, but later his spirit gradually returned to Zhi Gong, which made Yu Fa very angry, so he fled to Yanxia. He sent his disciples out of the capital to send envoys to Kuaiji. Yu Shizhi impartially lectured on skits. The disciple who was given the precepts said: "Daolin said that when you arrived, it should be in a certain volume." He then pointed out the problems dozens of times and said: "The old passage is no longer accessible." The disciple did as he was told and went to Master Zhi. I am currently giving a lecture, so I would like to express my thoughts. After going back and forth for a long time, Lord Lin finally surrendered. He said sternly: "How can you be trusted with a ride again?"
Emperor Wen once ordered the King of Dong'e to compose a poem within seven steps. If he failed, he would be punished. He immediately composed a poem: "Cook the beans and make soup, strain the beans to make juice. The firewood is burning under the pot, and the beans are crying in the pot. We are from the same root, why are we so eager to harm each other?" The emperor looked deeply ashamed.
Li Xin was the fifth son of Mao Zeng. He was pure and chaste and had high ideals, but he was weak and sickly when he was young and refused to marry or take up a career in government. He lived in Linhai, near the tomb of his brother, the Shizhong. Since he had a high reputation, Prime Minister Wang wanted to invite him to a position of honor, so he appointed him as an official in the government. When Xin received the letter, he said with a smile, "Maohong has lent me another cup of wine!"
When the emperor is about to leave, he should be like the God of Heaven, and he should go to the altar and make a sacrifice to the gods. When the princes are about to leave, they should go to the altar and make a sacrifice to the gods. When the emperor has nothing to do, he meets with the princes and calls it court. He examines the rites, corrects the punishments, and makes them respectful to the emperor. When the emperor gives music to the princes, he uses the cymbals to lead them. When he gives music to the dukes, the zithers, and the men, he uses the gongs to lead them. The princes are given bows and arrows before they go to war, and are given halberds before they kill. They are given jade tablets and jade jars before they make chang. If they are not given jade tablets and jade jars, they should provide chang to the emperor.
Zilu left Lu and asked Yan Yuan: "What gift do you have for me?" He said: "I have heard that when you leave your country, you should cry at the tomb before leaving; when you return to your country, you should not cry, but open the tomb and enter." He asked Zilu: "What do you do for me?" Zilu said: "I have heard that you should be polite when passing by a tomb, and be submissive when passing by a sacrifice."
Confucius got up early, put his hands behind his back and dragged his stick, and swayed at the door, singing, "Is Mount Tai collapsing? Is the beam breaking? Is the philosopher withering?" After singing, he went in and sat in front of the door. Zigong heard it and said, "If Mount Tai collapses, where can I look up? If the beam breaks and the philosopher withers, where can I go? Master, I am afraid you will be ill." Then he hurried in. The Master said, "Ci! Why are you so late? The Xia emperor was buried on the east steps, which was like being in the east; the Yin people buried between the two pillars, which meant that they were flanked by the host and the guest; the Zhou people buried on the west steps, which was like being the guest. And I am a Yin person. Last night, I dreamed that I was sitting and lying between the two pillars. If a wise king does not rise, who in the world can respect me? I am about to die." He died after seven days of illness.
Xiahou Taichu once wrote while leaning against a pillar. It was raining heavily at the time, and a thunderbolt broke the pillar he was leaning against. His clothes were burnt, but his expression remained unchanged, and his book was also intact. The guests around were all stumbling and unable to stop.
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