In the seventy-first year of Confucius, in the state of Lu, he hunted to the west and caught Lin!
After the death of Black Qilin, Confucius' awe-inspiring righteousness was exhausted in an instant. Of course, the Great Way of Confucius has been completed, and Haoran’s righteousness is being repaired all the time.
However, with the resolution of Ye He Nitian, Confucius's last wish in this life was over.
He retaliated directly and tortured Ye He Nitian for four years in order to repay the resentment in Confucius' heart. In the end, he enlightened Ye He Nitian, but it was because of his love with Qi Guanchi.
No matter how much Confucius hated Ye He Nitian, Qi Guanchi wanted him to be better, so Confucius fulfilled Qi Guanchi's last wish and helped him one last time.
From then on, Confucius was not in good health.
All the students looked anxious, eager to stuff all the elixirs into Confucius' mouth to help Confucius live forever.
However, Confucius refused to agree.
How could the various ideas of these students escape Confucius' eyes.
The students told Confucius more than once, but Confucius shook his head. Enduring the physical pain, I once again taught students at a time when I still had good energy.
"Teacher, seeing you in pain makes the students feel uncomfortable!" Ziyu said bitterly.
Confucius shook his head: "Birth, old age, sickness and death are human nature, you don't need to do this!"
"But you don't have to...!" The students were anxious for a while.
I have tried to persuade him many times, but the teacher’s will cannot be changed at all.
"Do you remember what I told you? What kind of Confucianism am I?" Confucius looked at the students gently.
"Confucian?" Everyone looked at Confucius with unbearable pain.
"Confucianism is not my own Confucianism, it is the Confucianism of all of us. I just started it. In the future, I need you to carry it forward!" Confucius looked at the students.
The tone at this moment seemed to be explaining the funeral arrangements.
"Teacher, Confucianism was founded by you, we just...!" Ziyu said immediately.
Confucius shook his head: "It took me nearly a Yuanhui to understand the essence of Taoism. Why did it only take me a few decades to be a Confucian? It's not that my understanding is too high, but because I have you. If three people are walking together, there must be me." Master! Choose the good ones and follow them, and change the bad ones! I am your teacher, and you are also my teacher! Over the years, Confucianism has not been my own enlightenment, but your enlightenment together with me!"
"Teacher!" All the students felt ashamed.
"Your understanding is not much worse than mine, but why do you feel so inferior sometimes?" Confucius looked at the students.
"Teacher, how can we compare with you?" Ziyu suddenly shook his head.
"No, Ziyu, you feel inferior now, don't you? You are not bad. I see in my eyes that your understanding is not bad! If I am here, you will never be able to stand on your own. When I leave, you can be better. The good ones will shine brightly! Carry forward Confucianism even more!" Confucius said solemnly.
"Teacher, we, we can't live without you!" the students cried.
"You don't have to act like a little girl. Over the years as a teacher, I have heard the voice of the Great Dao and established the Confucian Dao. I am already very satisfied. I am going to do my own thing. I am also going to accompany your master!" Confucius said gently. ’s smile.
"Teacher!" the students said sadly.
"Don't be sad, it's just a farewell, it's nothing. My Confucianism is here for the time being, but your Confucianism cannot stop here, there is a long way to go!" Confucius said solemnly.
The students felt very uncomfortable.
And this may be Confucius's last lecture.
In the following time, Confucius' health became worse and worse.
When Confucius was seventy-three years old, Confucius sat alone on the bench of a big tree at the head of the village, stroking the bench that Qi Guanchi had polished while waiting for him every day, and smiled slightly.
"I'm here to find you, Chi Chi!" Confucius showed his last smile.
Confucius closed his eyes.
Ziyu, who was pouring a cup of tea for Confucius not far away, suddenly changed his expression.
"Teacher, teacher! Teacher, wake up, teacher!" Ziyu exclaimed.
"Crack!"
Countless students from all directions in Qufu suddenly trembled, and things in their hands fell unconsciously, and they rushed over together.
The Confucius students who rushed over all had tears in their eyes.
"Teacher!" Countless students rushed over crying.
Ziyu cried and hugged Confucius, and the magic power in his hands continued to pour into Confucius' body. However, no matter how much power was poured into Confucius' body, Confucius would never wake up again.
"Teacher~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~!"
All the students suddenly started crying.
On this day, Qufu Palace was filled with mourning, and even the entire sky of Lu State was filled with a great mourning sound. All the people of Lu State seemed to have lost something, and everyone felt uncomfortable in their hearts.
"What's wrong with me? Why am I crying?"
"I feel terrible!"
"What happened? Why do I suddenly want to cry!"
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The sadness of the Lu State attracted the attention of countless people in the Lu State. Soon, the news of Confucius's death spread throughout the Lu State, and the King of Lu led hundreds of officials to pay their respects.
Qufu Que was filled with mournful sounds for a while.
All students spontaneously wore sackcloth and wore mourning to see Confucius off as filial sons.
Many people came to Qufu Palace, all spontaneously, to commemorate the passing of this saint.
At Confucius' request, Confucius' tomb was buried together with Qi Guanchi's tomb.
At the place where Confucius is tomb, the students have a very deep relationship with Confucius. Even though Confucius has been away for a month, no one has left.
I don’t even know who started it. He moved all the daily necessities to the place where Confucius' tomb was located, and lived there.
Keep filial piety!
Students of Confucius had to observe filial piety for Confucius. Starting from the first one, one after another everyone moved to live near Confucius' tomb.
Not only Confucius' students, but also countless people in Lu who received Confucius' moral education moved here one after another to the place where Confucius' tomb was located.
Looking at the tomb of Confucius every day, it feels like a saint in this world is still standing in front of him.
Soon, the cemetery was filled with countless people and families who came to pay their respects.
In the State of Lu, this kind of "coming home from the tomb" caused a huge sensation. Not only the State of Lu, but also the whole world was shocked by it.
Coming home from the tomb? Confucius is the only one in the world who can inspire such great inspiration after his death.
At this moment, all the rising saints in the world were eclipsed in front of Confucius. At this moment, the monarchs from all over the world sighed and raised their glasses in the direction of Confucius' grave.
At this moment, the whole world remembered Confucius.
The place where Confucius's tomb is located is now known as Kongli, and Confucius' former residence is named "Temple Hall". From now on, new disciples of Confucianism will offer sacrifices to Confucius Temple to show their gratitude to Confucius.
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Yue country!
On a large lake, Fan Li and Xi Shi were boating.
Xi Shi leaned in Fan Li's arms and was in a bad mood. Fan Li gritted his teeth, a fierce look flashed in his eyes.
"Xi Shi, I have left a letter to Wen Zhong!" Fan Li comforted her gently.
When Xishi mentioned the genre of literature and thought of his experiences over the years, his body trembled suddenly, like a frightened bird.
Fan Li hugged Xi Shi tightly in distress: "Don't worry, I won't be merciful this time. Confucius has seen through everything a long time ago. He asked me to ask myself every day, 'Does what I want belong to me?' Who made me lose what I should have? Who?'"
Xi Shi looked at Fan Li with a hint of surprise in his eyes.
"You belong to me originally. It was my literary talent that made me lose you. Let Gou Jian and Fu Cha treat you and me...!" A cruel look flashed in Fan Li's eyes.
Xishi lowered his head.
"Don't worry, the letter I wrote to Wen Zhong can guarantee the instigation between Gou Jian and Wen Zhong, so that Gou Jian will kill Wen Zhong. You and I will just wait for the news!" Fan Li said solemnly.
"Really?" Xi Shi looked at Fan Li.
Looking at Xi Shi who was as frightened as a bird, Fan Li felt even more distressed.
"That's right, news came from the State of Lu that Mr. Confucius passed away. When Wen Zhong is given death, we will go to pay homage to Mr. Confucius and thank him for his help to us. Then, we will hide our names in the world and only do business as merchants. Never participate in politics again!" Fan Li said gently.
Xi Shi shed tears and nodded.
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Zhanlu Mountain!
Sun Wu, the military sage, looked at the general and handed over the order given by Confucius.
"The death of Mr. Confucius makes my master feel sad. I have no intention of making swords these days. It will take a few days to start again. My master said that this warrant can be used to get a holy sword. Mr. Sun, please wait for a while! Master's The holy sword comes out and I can give it to you with this command!" the general said solemnly.
Sun Wu nodded and turned to look in the direction of Lu State, showing a bitter look.
"Mr. Confucius, I have left Wu. Or are you right? I am not as clear as you. Over the years, holy swords have fallen into Wu and Yue one after another. But what? They say how much they care about me, but they don't. If someone is willing to give me the holy sword, how much credit have I made? Mr. Confucius, when I take the sword, I will go and visit your grave!" Sun Wu bowed respectfully to Kong Li.
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A few years after Confucius died.
With the students leading the way, I rode a green ox and passed by not far from Kongli.
"Teacher, why do you need to take a long detour and go through the hole?"
"Yes, teacher, Confucius' Confucianism and Taoism were defeated by you twice, and now everyone is dead!"
"This is also the first time I've seen a Taoist scholar who has achieved enlightenment and death! Doesn't he practice a little bit of immortality?"
"Teacher, Confucius is dead, and his great principles have been lost to all sentient beings!"
"Teacher, mere Confucianism and Taoism are not worth it!"
"If Confucius were still alive, Confucianism and Taoism could still be praised. Now that Confucius is dead, Confucianism and Taoism are nothing to worry about!"
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All the students immediately disparaged Confucianism.
"Shut up!" I shouted coldly.
"Uh!" Everyone looked at me blankly.
"Are you all blind?" I said coldly.
"Ah?" The students looked in the direction of Kong Li in confusion.
Purple energy emerged from each of their eyes, and they suddenly saw that above the entire Kongli, the sea of avenues had spread to a million miles.
"This, this, this is impossible, isn't Confucius dead?" Yang Zhu exclaimed.
Millions of miles, millions of miles! Even if the students of Confucius pieced together the sea of dao, it wouldn't be so exaggerated, right
Everyone looked carefully, and sure enough, on the sea of dao, there were Confucian and Taoist roulette wheels, but they belonged to Confucius and his students.
These Confucian and Taoist roulette studies include "Spring and Autumn", "The Analects of Confucius" and other Confucius works.
But this is not the ultimate.
However, not far from "The Analects of Confucius", a "University" suddenly appeared. As soon as "The Great University" came out, a vast and incomparable righteousness gathered. Although it was a little worse than the Analects of Confucius, the difference was limited.
"What, what's going on with this "University"?" Yang Zhu exclaimed.
Soon, Yang Zhu and several students went to inquire. After coming back, everyone looked horrified.
"Old, teacher, that "Greater Learning" was written by Ziyu, a student of Confucius. How, how is it possible?" Yang Zhu exclaimed in disbelief.
"Boom!"
I heard a loud noise in the sky in the distance, and the million-mile sea of dao was rumbling again, but I saw two words "Golden Mean" appearing in a roulette wheel of the boulevard.
Doctrine of the Mean seems to have just been established, and it does not yet have the turbulent righteousness of "The Great Learning". However, this is just the beginning, and it is already showing the beginning of the great road.
"Teacher, that "The Doctrine of the Mean" was written by Kong Ji, the grandson of Confucius. It has not been finished yet, but the spirit of the Great Dao has been...!" Another Laozi student said with a bitter smile.
I looked at Kongli in the distance. Although Confucius was dead, Confucianism and Taoism were not dead. On the contrary, they were getting stronger and more prosperous.
After "Spring and Autumn" and "The Analects of Confucius", there is "Great Learning" and "The Doctrine of the Mean", which are full of vitality and extremely vigorous. It can be seen that in the future, more and more Confucian theories will be born, and the Confucian path will definitely become stronger and stronger.
And what about yourself
Lao Tzu's own "Tao Te Ching" is indeed the best in the world, even "The Analects" cannot beat the Tao Te Ching. Even if your own theory is the most powerful.
But what about my own students
Looking at the students, although they are gradually becoming successful in their respective ways, they still learn the Tao Te Ching after all. They are all learning themselves. In comparison, it was far behind the prosperous Confucianism in the distance.
"Yang Zhu, make tea!" I let out a long sigh.
The students were slightly stunned, as if they had a bad premonition.
However, I dare not respond to my orders.
On a large rock, I sat alone on one side, but the other side was empty.
According to Lao Tzu's sitting order, there should be a guest seat on the other side, but no one dared to come forward. The students had a feeling that that seat should be reserved for Confucius by Lao Tzu.
The tea was quickly brewed.
Yang Zhu wants to pour tea for me. But I stopped him.
"Stand aside!" Confucius waved away the students.
Looking at the empty position opposite, I smiled slightly.
Taking out an empty cup, I poured a cup of tea very carefully.
I did not drink this cup of tea, but very carefully handed it to the empty seat opposite.
The students did not dare to say a word.
After I handed over a cup of tea, I seemed to feel much more comfortable.
Facing the hole in the distance, I looked deeply, stood up, and stepped onto the green ox.
"Let's go!" I said.
"Yes!" A group of students followed me closely and slowly left Kongli without disturbing anyone.
Not long after, Ziyu was called here by several students.
"Teacher, here is a small tea stove and a cup of tea. I don't know who lost it. I looked at it. This tea cup and tea stove are extremely precious. They...!" Several students asked curiously.
Ziyu recognized the teacup and tea stove instantly because Ziyu had seen them before. When I was in Peidi, I will never forget the scene of Confucius vomiting blood and serving tea.
"Inform your uncles and uncles that here is the teacher's best sacrifice! Inform them to come and take this to the teacher's cemetery so that the teacher can take a good look! Take a good look!" Ziyu said excitedly with tears in his eyes. .
ps: At the end of this volume, the chess game in this volume respects the historical prototype of Confucius as much as possible. Confucius had a rough life! Although he founded Confucianism, his life was not satisfactory.
Watching chess, you can also write about Confucius punching dragons, phoenixes and unicorns, and stepping on hundreds of schools of thought, but that is not Confucius, that is Long Aotian!
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