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The road to rebirth after collapse

When Zhang Hua saw Chu Tao, he said to Lu Pingyuan: "Your brothers are like dragons leaping through the clouds, and Gu Yanxian is like a phoenix singing in the morning sun. I thought the treasures of the southeast were gone, but I didn't expect to see Chu Sheng again." Lu said: "You have never seen anyone who doesn't sing or leap!"

Swallow the Sea

Be not lazy when offering sacrifices. Burn the sacrificial clothes if they are worn out, bury the sacrificial utensils if they are worn out, bury the tortoise shells if they are worn out, and bury the dead animals if they are dead. Those who offer sacrifices to the public must clean their own sacrificial plates.

After I was beaten back to my original form, I made a living by being cute

Sun Zijing was talented and was admired by many people when he was young, and he only respected Wang Wuzi. When Wu Zi died, all the famous scholars came to visit him. Zi Jing came later and wept bitterly in front of the corpse, and all the guests shed tears. After crying, he said to the coffin: "You always like me to imitate the sound of a donkey. Now I will do it for you." His voice sounded like his real voice, and all the guests laughed. Sun raised his head and said, "Let your people live and let this man die!"

The Crazy Concubine Is Not to Be Tried

God-level Cultivation Peasant

Wang Ziyou once stayed temporarily in someone else's empty house and asked him to plant bamboo. Someone asked, "Why do you bother to stay here for a while?" Wang Xiao chanted for a long time, pointed to the bamboo and said, "How can I live without you for even a day?"

Small happiness in the big world

Only the most sincere man in the world can manage the great principles of the world, establish the great foundation of the world, and understand the transformation and nurturing of heaven and earth. What can he rely on? His sincere benevolence! His profound abyss! His vast heaven! If he is not a wise and holy person who understands the virtue of heaven, who can know it?