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Thousands of Martial Spirits Starting from Douluo

Whenever Huan Changshi heard people talking about Lord Shen, he would say, "This man has a long-standing reputation, is well-known by our ancestors, and is also a close friend of our ancestors. It is not appropriate to talk about him."

Dragon Emperor

Xiahou Zhan finished writing the poem about Zhou and showed it to Pan Anren. Anren said: "This is not only gentle and elegant, but also shows the nature of filial piety and brotherhood." Pan then wrote the Feng poem.

Donor, your bun fell

My God, your character has collapsed again

Chen Taiqiu made an appointment with his friend to go out at noon. He did not arrive after passing the middle, so Taiqiu gave up. After he left, he arrived. Yuan Fang was seven years old at the time and was playing outside the door. The guest asked Yuan Fang, "Is your father here?" He replied, "I waited for you for a long time but you didn't come, so I left." His friend was angry and said, "What a cruel person! He made an appointment with someone and then left without saying goodbye." Yuan Fang said, "You made an appointment with my father at noon. If you don't come at noon, you are untrustworthy; if you scold your father in front of your son, you are rude." His friend was ashamed and got off the car to take him out. Yuan Fang walked in without paying any attention.

Looks like a master in the city

、、The scholar followed the acting master, facing north, and stood on the south side of the western steps. The chief priest wore a crown, held a bundle of silk, and ascended from the western steps in a row, but did not go up to the hall, and ordered no one to cry. He prayed three times and announced: "So-and-so's son is born, I dare to announce it." He ascended, placed money on the eastern table of the coffin, cried, and descended. All the masters, ministers, officials, and scholars in the room cried but did not dance. After mourning for a while, they returned to their seats. Then they offered sacrifices. The junior minister ascended and held money. On the third day, all the masters, ministers, officials, and scholars returned to their original seats, facing north. The chief minister, the chief clan, and the chief priest all wore crowns. The junior teacher presented the son in mourning clothes; the priest went first, the son followed, and the chief clan members followed. Entering the door, the crying stopped, and the son ascended from the western steps. He faced north in front of the coffin. The priest stood at the southeast corner of the coffin. He prayed three times: "So-and-so's son, following the steward, dare to see you." The son bowed and cried. Zhu, the prime minister, the clan members, all the masters, the ministers, the officials, and the scholars cried and danced three times, and then went down to the east and turned around, all bare-chested, and the son danced, and the people in the room also danced three times. Wearing mourning clothes, holding a stick, and offering sacrifices, the prime minister ordered the priest to announce the name to the five sacrifices, mountains and rivers. Zengzi asked, "If the crown prince is born after the burial, what should be done?" Confucius said, "The prime minister and the clan leader will follow the prime minister to announce the name to the gods. After three months, the name will be announced to the gods, and the name will be announced to the gods, the ancestral temples, the mountains and rivers."

Your princess is here again.

Yin Zhongjun was deposed and moved to Dongyang, where he read Buddhist scriptures extensively and understood them thoroughly. Only I don’t understand the part about “matters and numbers”. I met a Taoist and asked him about his fortune, and I felt relieved.