Chapter 39 Thirty-six, Wei Bian Sanjue

Yan Hui exclaimed, "Ah! Teacher, you have already broken the tendons three times. Teacher is really skillful." On summer nights, all the houses of Xingtan School were still brightly lit, and the sound of reciting books could be heard outside the fenced courtyard. The young disciples were studying and studying, and the elder disciples followed Confucius to sort out poems and books. In Confucius’s study, Confucius and his disciples were sitting behind the table reading and writing intently. The table and the floor were full of bamboo slips and books, and the oil lamp was flickering, turning on and off...

No one knows tiredness. Seeing the gray-haired teacher still working hard, no one will complain about being tired or tired. Some of them are flipping books, some are writing, some are checking, and everyone is very busy. Confucius was sitting at the table, flipping through a bundle and looking at it...Suddenly, with a click, the tendon of the bundle of bamboo slips broke, and the slips were scattered on the table and on the ground... Yan Hui, Zixia, Ziyou, and Shang Qu saw each other and hurried over to help the teacher pick up books. Yan Hui exclaimed: "Ah, teacher, you have broken the tendons three times. Teacher is really skillful."

"Really, oh, it's really been cut off three times." Shang Qu was moved and said: "Teacher, this is the three masterpieces of Wei Bian. The teacher really put a lot of effort into the research." "Shang Qu, Yan Hui, Zi Xia, Zi You, if I live a few more years, I will have a deeper understanding of the future." Shang Qu said with emotion: "Teacher, I really like it too." "Shang Qu, from now on, He and Shu Jing will be listed as the Six Classics. You will be mainly responsible for sorting them out." Confucius said to Shang Qu seriously.

"Yes, teacher. I will definitely write the teacher's teachings." Zi Gong walked over and saw Confucius writing a book, and he began to read: The way to establish people is called benevolence and righteousness. Tian Xingjian, a gentleman strives for self-improvement. The terrain is Kun, and a gentleman carries things with virtue. "Does the teacher want to include benevolence and righteousness?" Zigong asked. "Yes. It's easy to explain!" Confucius said: "Ci, you are very busy assisting the monarch now, so you don't have to do this work of sorting out poems and books."

Zigong said: "Then I must find time to learn from the teacher!" Zigong told Confucius: "Teacher, Chaoli is going to rebuild the treasury of the Changfu, but Min Ziqian said: There is no need to rebuild it, it will remain as it is." Confucius thought for a while and said: "Ziqian is right. There is no need to rebuild. Ziqian usually doesn't talk much, and he must be right." Confucius said to Yan Hui again: "Hui, you have to give lectures during the day and sort out "Poetry" at night. You are too tired!" "Teacher, I'm fine."

Zigong went to Confucius' bedroom and saw a stack of slips on the side of the teacher's bed. He opened them and checked, then asked Confucius who was discussing with Shang Qu at the table: "Does the teacher also believe in divination?" "No, I'm looking at the giri in the book." Confucius said again: "Yili and divination go the same way but lead to different destinations. I advocate righteousness." At this time, Liang Yang, a disciple of Qi State, and his wife came to the study with their son in their arms.They saluted Confucius and said, "Teacher, is Senior Brother Shang Qu there? I'm here to thank him."

"Oh, it's Shuyu. Come in, Shang Qu is here." It turned out that Liang Ying wanted to divorce his wife because he had no children.Ran Geng took him to find Shang Qu to divination for him. Shang Qu gave him the hexagram Kun, which belongs to Zhongtu. Shang Qu looked at his face, saw that the nose should be Zhongtu, and the upper part of the human body was broad and bright, so he said: "Shu Lu, you don't have to divorce your wife, you can definitely have a son." Liang Zong did not divorce his wife after listening to Shang Qu's words. Two years later, Liang Zong really had a son.So the couple came to thank Shang Qu with their son who had just turned one year old.

"Senior brother Shang Qu, thank you very much." Liang Ying's wife knelt down to Shang Qu with a plop, and cried, "Thank you brother for saving me." "Where, where, my sister-in-law please hurry up, I am happy to have a son, I should thank you, this is your own good luck!" Liang Huang's wife knelt down to Confucius again, and cried, "Thank you, sir, for educating such a good disciple." Confucius helped her up with both hands. Shang Qu looked at the son in Liang Chan's arms, and was very happy to see that he was fat and white, so he teased the child's face with his hands, and the child giggled and began to babble Get up, making everyone in the room laugh.Confucius burst out laughing, and congratulated: "Okay, okay, it is indeed a matter of great honor that Liang Zong is happy to have a son and reunite with his family."

Zixia, Zizhang, and Ziyou also gathered around to tease the children, and the study was filled with laughter. After Liang Huo and his wife left, Zizhang asked Confucius, "Teacher, is there really any trick in Shang Qu's divination?" Confucius said to Shang Qu, "Zimu, tell me yourself!" Shang Qu said modestly: "Actually, my learning is mainly under the enlightenment of my teacher. The teacher is my best enlightenment teacher. The teacher taught me to study with righteousness and reason, so I have to strengthen the study of righteousness." Confucius said kindly: "Zimu, if everyone wants to hear you tell me about the tricks of divination, just tell me!"

"Okay, teacher. However, I don't have any unique skills. The students are just following the teacher's teaching of a gentleman to strive for self-improvement. I encourage people who come to me for divination to arouse their self-confidence." "Okay," Confucius said in agreement, "it should be like this. Shang Qu has already learned "Yi"." On the day of Qingming, Confucius took his grandson Zisi, disciples Yan Hui, Shang Qu, Zeng Shen, Ziyou, Zixia, Zizhang and others to visit the tomb on the northern slope of Sishui. Everyone got in the car, Shang Qu took some umbrellas and chased after him, saying: "Teacher, if you go out to the suburbs today, it will inevitably rain, so you'd better bring rain gear." Handing an umbrella to Yan Hui, he said, "Don't let the teacher get wet when it's raining."

Yan Hui took the umbrella and said, "Thank you." Everyone knew Shang Qu Shanbu, so they all sent him umbrellas to thank him.Along the way, the spring is mellow, the peaches are red and the plums are white, the birds are chirping on the trees, the butterflies are flying, and they are full of life... The teachers and students who have struggled all winter to sort out the poems and books all jumped out of the car and looked at the blooming flowers on the hillside excitedly. Peach blossom, apricot blossom. Yan Hui helped Confucius get out of the car and walked to the apricot tree. Confucius looked at the peaches and apricots all over the mountains and plains, and sighed: "Spring returns to the earth, spring returns to the earth!" They rested under the tree for a while and got into the car again. The car drove to the bank of Sishui River. The master and apprentice got out of the car and helped Confucius to walk to the small hill in the north. On the top of the pine forest on the hillside, lone crows flew away, and hares fled. Gradually, two graves came into view.Confucius walked forward tremblingly, followed by his disciples, "Teacher, slow down, be careful." Yan Hui shouted. Confucius didn't seem to hear it, he just walked forward, Qi Guan, Bo Yu!I'm here to see you... I'm here... Confucius lit three sticks of incense, and prayed in front of Qi Guan's grave: "Qi Guan, I'm here to see you, I'm sorry for you and Bo Yu, I made you work too hard, Qi Guan, please forgive me..." Confucius I shed tears... Confucius went to his son Boyu's grave to mourn in silence: "Son, you left too early, you shouldn't have left your old father...God, why did you take away my only son..." Confucius was in tears. When Yan Hui saw him, he cried and advised, "Teacher, don't be too sad." Zixia, Ziyou, Zeng Shen and others also shed tears... Confucius said again: "I don't have many days left. When I sort out the 'Six Classics' and finish writing the "Spring and Autumn", I will come to be your companions, waiting for me..." Seeing that Confucius was very sad, Zizhang and Zixia advised, "Teacher, let's clean up the weeds around the tomb." "Okay." Confucius and his disciples pulled out the weeds on the tomb, replanted a few trees, and then slowly descended the mountain.As soon as we got to the side of the road, it started to rain. Confucius looked up at the sky and said, "God, are you sorry for me and moved?" Yan Hui quickly put the umbrella on for the teacher and said, "Yes, the heavens also shed tears." Back at the school, Zixia asked Confucius: "Teacher, why is Shang Qu's divination so effective? How does he know that it will rain today? Does he know that God will be moved?" Confucius said: "To say that God is moved is the emotional cry of a person. In fact, he read 'The moon is at the end, and it is torrential.'" Shang Qu also said: "The teacher is right, because yesterday I was watching the stars and saw that the moon was leaving at the end of the day, so I knew." Zixia was not convinced, and said loudly: "Everyone says that your divination is effective, so you just said it based on evidence, and I will verify you again in the future." The next day, the old neighbor lost a chicken and came to Shang Qu for divination. Shang Qu turned his hair down and faced south, closed his eyes, meditated for a while, opened his eyes and said: "You look for it in the north direction, and set it in the grass under the stable." The neighbor's old man went north, and after a short walk, he saw a stable with thatch piled up in the stable! When I pulled the thatch away, I saw a big snake coiled inside, with a bulging belly, and chicken blood and feathers beside it. Since then, news of Shang Qu's divination has been effective spread far and wide, and more and more people came to him for divination. Confucius woke up in the middle of the night and heard a violent cough coming from the school room. Who is coughing?Confucius put on his clothes and sat up. Hearing the coughing sound getting worse, he got out of bed and walked to the window. There was still a light on in a room in the school. It was the room where Yan Hui sorted out the Book of Books. It must be him. coughing. Confucius put on his coat, opened the door and walked towards it. He opened the room lit by candles, and sure enough, it was Yan Hui who was still writing by the table. "Back, why are you still up so late?" "Teacher, I want to fix this before going to bed." "Go to sleep, I'll do it tomorrow, your body is important, were you coughing just now?" "Yes...it's me. But, teacher, I'm fine." Confucius sat cross-legged with Yan Hui at the table, and Yan Hui said, "Teacher, you are getting old, don't stay up late, teacher, take care of yourself." Confucius looked at Yan Hui's white hair and said with concern, "Hui, you are still young, why is your hair all white?" "I don't know either!" "Did you stay up late too much? I won't allow you to stay up late in the future." Yan Hui said, "Teacher, I'm fine, let him have gray hair!" Confucius said: "Hui, you have never left me since you entered school. You regard me as a father, and the teacher also regards you as a son. The teacher wishes you a long and healthy life." "Thank you, teacher. Thanks to the teacher, I will live a long life. I have worshiped you as my teacher since I was a child. You taught me how to behave and learn. You are as close as my biological father." "Return, my own son is dead, you are my son." "Teacher, a good teacher is like a father. In my heart, you have always been my master. Having a teacher for Yan Hui is like having a second life. Yan Hui has changed from an ignorant child to a learned disciple. , Yan Hui never forgets the teacher's great kindness..." "Cough cough..." Yan Hui coughed violently again. He turned his head and caught the spit with a handkerchief. Confucius turned his head quickly and saw a lot of blood on the handkerchief. "Yan Hui, are you coughing up blood?" Confucius was shocked. "Ah, teacher, no...no." Yan Hui hid his handkerchief behind his back and said, "Teacher, it's okay, just a little bit." "Yan Hui, you are sick, go home and rest, I will find a doctor to see you." "Teacher, I will revise this chapter before I go." "No, you go back quickly, and we'll talk about it when you recover." Confucius woke up Zixia and asked him to send Yan back home. Yan Hui coughed up blood, and Confucius felt very heavy. Fearing that something might happen to Yan Hui, he invited several doctors to see Yan Hui one after another. He wanted to cure Yan Hui, and he couldn't live without Yan Hui. One evening, when the bright moon was in the sky, Confucius and his disciples were walking in the courtyard.Confucius looked up at the bright moon and didn't speak for a long time. Shang Qu asked, "What is the teacher thinking?" "Zimu, what do you think the waxing and waning of the moon means?" Shang Qu replied: "Is the teacher saying that the moon is full and the moon is short?" "Yes, profit and loss must go with the times." "Teacher, what does it mean to walk with the times?" Confucius said earnestly: "To walk with the times is to advance and retreat with the times." "Ah, advance and retreat with the times, the teacher said it very well." "Yes, keeping pace with the times means doing things at the right time." Shang Qu said: "Old Bing, this sentence is very good, have you written it in "Yi Zhuan"?" "writing now." Zixia came over and asked, "What is the teacher teaching Zimu?" Shang Qu said happily: "Teacher told me to keep pace with the times." "Ah, walk with the times, teacher, what is the deep meaning of these words?" Confucius replied: "To keep pace with the times is to keep pace with the times." Zixia said: "According to the time, my disciple will remember." When the breeze blew, Shang Qu said, "Teacher, let's go back to the house!" "it is good." At night, the apricot altar is brightly lit, and Confucius and his disciples are busy sorting out the "Six Classics" under the lamp. Ziyou came in to say goodbye. "Teacher, I will go to Wucheng to take up my post tomorrow, and I am here to say goodbye to the teacher." Confucius put down his pen, raised his head and said, "Ziyou, come here and sit beside the teacher." Ziyou sat cross-legged beside Confucius. Confucius looked at Ziyou's fair face kindly and said, "You, Wucheng is a border gate. People there worship martial arts, but you admire literature, so the teacher is a little worried." "Teacher, don't worry. The border towns, of course, should focus on martial arts, but rule of law is also necessary. I will manage it flexibly when I get there. Don't worry, teacher." Confucius looked at Ziyou's bright eyes and smiled happily: "Teacher, don't worry, Ziyou is young and promising, why don't you worry about it!" "Teacher, it's late at night and you still don't rest. I'll help you go home!" "As a teacher, I have moved to the school." "Ah, teacher, you really forget food and sleep!" "Teacher, you should go to bed early, the disciple is leaving." "Okay, okay, I wish you success soon, I will visit you in Wucheng." "Brothers, you should also go to bed early, brother bids farewell to you." Yan Hui, Zixia, Zizhang, Shang Qu, and Qi Diaokai all stood up and walked Ziyou to the gate with Confucius. "Teacher, it's getting cold at night, please come back soon." "Brothers, stay here." "I wish you success soon." "Thank you teacher, thank you everyone." Ziyou's vigorous body quickly disappeared into the night. One day, while Confucius and his disciples were tidying up, Zeng Shen came in out of breath and said: "Teacher, Ran Geng has a serious illness and is almost dying." Zeng Shen said. "Ah, go and visit him." "Teacher, Ran Geng has a severe infectious disease, and the teacher is old and not in good health, or..." Zeng Shen persuaded. "Hurry up and set up the car!" Confucius said loudly. Zi Gong had no choice but to hitch a car, and drove Confucius and a few disciples to Ran Geng's residence in the eastern suburb of Qufu. The car stopped at the end of the village, Zigong helped Confucius get out of the car, and the disciples helped the teacher to a lonely thatched hut. Zigong said: "Teacher, Ran Geng suffered from leprosy, and now his face is swollen beyond recognition. The teacher will be sad when he sees it. It is better not to enter the house, teacher." "No, he is my good student, I want to go in and see him." As Confucius said, he went to knock on the door himself, and shouted sadly: "Ran Geng, Ran Geng, open the door quickly, the teacher sees you coming." A weak voice came from the room: "Ah, yes... the teacher is here,... teacher... I can't do it anymore, please leave quickly... it will... it will infect you." Confucius became more and more sad when he heard this. He patted the door with both hands and shouted: "Ran Geng, my good student, I am not afraid of infection, open the door quickly and let the teacher see you." Hearing the sound of crawling in the house, but the door was still not opened, Ran Geng crawled to the door and said: "Teacher, you should leave quickly... Teacher, the students will die without regret when they hear your voice..." Ran Geng cried, and there was a sob from inside the door. Kong Yu also cried: "Ran Geng, open the door, Ran Geng." "Teacher...Teacher, please leave quickly..." Seeing that Ran Geng would not open the door, Confucius walked towards a small window at the back of the house. It was dark inside and he could not see anything. "Ran Geng, stand up, let the teacher take a look at you and leave." Ran Geng wanted to stand up. He grabbed the window rod with his hands, but he still couldn't stand up. Confucius held his deformed and swollen hand and cried: "God, why do good people get sick, Ran Geng is a good person!" Ran Geng desperately withdrew his hand, and shouted out of breath: "Teacher, let go quickly, it will be infected to you." "No, the teacher is not afraid of infection." Confucius still held Ran Geng's hand tightly. "Teacher, let go, I really can't move anymore..." Confucius had to let go of his hands, and Ran Geng fell to the ground with a thud. There was no movement for a long time, and Confucius called out anxiously: "Ran Geng, Ran Geng, what's the matter with you?" A weak voice came from the window again: "Teacher...I'm fine...Teacher, let's go...Thank you teacher..." "Ran Geng, Ran Geng..." Confucius cried out from the window in grief. The disciples were afraid that the teacher would faint, so they insisted on holding Confucius away. After walking a few steps, there was a faint call from the window: "Teacher..." Confucius broke free from his disciples, ran back to the window and shouted: "Ran Geng, Ran Geng..." "Teacher, let's go..." Another voice came from the window. The disciples dragged Confucius away again. Confucius stepped back three times and left Ran Geng's closed hut with tears in his eyes. His disciples were all moved to tears... exactly: