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When Wang Zijing was a few years old, he watched his fellow students playing Chupu. When he saw that there was a winner and a loser, he said, "The south wind does not compete." His disciples looked down on the boy and said, "This boy is also like looking at the leopard through a tube, and can only see a spot from time to time." Zi Jing glared at him and said, "I am ashamed of Xun Fengqian in the distance and Liu Zhenchang in the near!" Then he brushed his clothes and left.
Zhang Cangwu was the ancestor of Zhang Ping. He once said to Ping鈥檚 father, 鈥淚 am not as good as you.鈥 Ping鈥檚 father did not understand why. Cangwu said, "You have a beautiful son." Ping was a few years old at that time. He put his hands together and said, "Old man, how can you tease your father with your son?"
Wang Xu and Wang Guobao are close relatives and both hold important positions in power. The king was very upset about this, so he said to Xu: "You are so hasty, have you ever considered that the jailers are powerful?"
The monk Yi was in the Waguun Temple. Wang Gouzi came and talked with him, so the monk asked him to recite the principles. The monk asked the king, "Does a sage have feelings?" The king said, "No." The monk asked again, "Is a sage like a pillar?" The king said, "Like a calculation stick. Although it has no feelings, the one who moves it has feelings." The monk thought, "Who moves the sage?" Gou Zi left without an answer.
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