The people in Chuqiu Nunnery all thought that only doctors and old men could complete the task, but Zigong, a little-known little white, was cured, and he was cured more perfectly than the doctor and the old man, and they couldn't help but look at this kid even more, and felt that the future was limitless.

Zigong's luck is ridiculously good, there are amazing moves everywhere he goes, this guy is also a person who is not willing to be lonely, he hid it for a long time and didn't say a word, almost forgot that there was still the existence of this scum, this didn't come to a blockbuster all of a sudden, from what the young lady of Chuqiu Nunnery said at the scene of the serious illness, the chic action of his hand with a needle is the most classic in Chuqiu Nunnery, and it was promoted as a case when it was reviewed by the doctor and in the future.

The news of the illness spread quickly, and the rescue was also timely, and he was soon cured, and at this time, Zigong had completed the acupuncture of the critically ill patient, and the patient was successfully sent to the wing room to rest.

Zigong's nine silver needles flew into fame, and finally rewarded him for meritorious deeds, his evaluation was still above the doctor and the old man, because the most critical treatment was done by him, just a few broken needles created a myth, and the doctor only completed the preliminary work, and he fell to the ground before he started.

Yang Chongzi and the others are very envious, compared to Zigong, these brothers are still too immature, they did not grasp the opportunity in the face of major tests, they will not face difficulties, they don't even have the courage to stand up, and Zigong who was killed in the sky was picked up a cheap with a broken needle.

At this time, Confucius had a friend named Zi Sanghu, who was seriously ill, so Confucius called Zigong to rescue him. This son Sanghu is in the country of Lu, and the road is relatively far, even if the little barbarian girl flies with his sword, it will take half a month.

This son Sanghu and Mencius are anti, Ziqin Zhang, each of them is dedicated to cultivation, and due to the karma of life and life, it is inevitable to be born, old age, sickness and death! They didn't know each other before, but they were familiar with each other, and one day they got together by chance, and they were all temperamental people, exchanging experiences with each other, and they felt very compatible, and they became good friends.

The three of them jointly declared: "I don't know how many people in the red dust can be like the three of us, who love each other but can't see where the love is, and can't say what they help each other." I don't know how many people in the red dust can live like us in the vast sky and sky, far beyond reality, wandering in the fog and fog, obeying the mysteries, forgetting themselves, and turning their hearts to eternity, just like us. ”

The three birdmen looked at each other and smiled silly, and since then they have become close friends. It is better to forget each other in the rivers and lakes, and after the three birdmen broke up, they went home to continue their cultivation.

Soon, Zi Sanghu was seriously ill, and Zigong got the news that he came to save him on the order of Confucius, but before he could arrive, the goods died suddenly, and Mencius and Ziqin Zhang rushed to the funeral. Zigong received a message from the flying pigeon, so he had no choice but to come to the door to offer condolences, plus he had a lot of money and sent some silver.

When Zigong arrived, the goods had been dead for a day, Zigong saw Zi Sanghu's body lying horizontally in the courtyard, and he didn't know if he could be saved.

When Zigong pushed open the door next to him, he was surprised, this Zi Sanghu's friend Mencius and Ziqin Zhang sat on the ground on the left and right, one was busy weaving reed mats, ready to be used for soft burial, and the other was playing the piano and singing, the two of them were very happy to sing and harmonize, without the sadness of losing their friends.

They sang a total of four lyrics, and it may have taken a lot of effort to write these four famous words that shook the past and the present: "Tsk, tsk, hi yo Sanghu." Tsk, tsk, hey, yo Sango. You go back to your hometown to be peaceful, leave us behind, and still be busy! ”

Zigong stood at the door, unable to understand what these two brothers were saying? frowned and frowned, feeling that the two of them were too disagreeable, even their good friends died, but they sang here to make a lot of fun. After singing for a round, Zigong hurriedly stepped forward to stop it, and said very seriously: "Dare to ask these two singers, is it okay to shout and scream so indiscriminately at the corpse?" Is there such a etiquette? also said that Lu Guo made a ceremony, is this really Lu Li? ”

The two looked at each other and laughed, looked up at Zigong, and were unwilling to answer Zigong's question. Those who weave the mat are still weaving the mat, and those who play the piano are still playing the piano, or repeating the four lyrics, there is nothing new, and they all laughed at Zigong and said: "This Mr. Zigong is familiar with the etiquette of the Lu country, but unfortunately he does not understand the original meaning of the ceremony." ”

Zigong regarded them as madmen, and according to the traditional Lu etiquette, he tore his throat and cried for a while, knelt down and bowed a few times, and danced wildly with his teeth and claws, and then sent some silver to the members of the funeral group, and then left to return to the country. In fact, the etiquette of the Lu State is the etiquette of the Great Zhou Empire, which was formulated by the founding lord of the Lu State, Zhou Gongdan, who was still the younger brother of King Wu, and naturally became the Zhou Rite.

After Zigong went back, he talked to Confucius about this trip to the country of Lu, saying that Zisanghu had no wife and children, no coffins and clothes, and the corpses were in the courtyard, and the reed mats were ready to be buried softly, and his heart was sad.

Speaking of the two guys Mencius and Ziqin Zhang who were mourning there, Zigong asked Confucius angrily: "Master, why do you have such people in Lu Kingdom?" What else do you say about cultivating and cultivating, God knows how rude. What kind of democracy and freedom do they flaunt, singing loudly at the corpses, there is no sadness, it is too unlikely, I don't know what friends these mulberry households have made, who are they? ”

Confucius listened and said, "These are some masters, you still don't understand what they are doing?" Born out of the world and disgusted with the world, even Confucius and I, entered the world and followed the world. One out and one in, the position is opposite. I sent you to the door to offer condolences, but I blame the master for not knowing anything. They agree that it is better to forget each other in the rivers and lakes, so that they can communicate with the creator of chaos and connect with yin and yang. ”

"These people's views on life and death are very different from those of the world. Sheng, in their eyes, is nothing more than a naan, a warts on the skin, in short, an extra pimple on the body. Death, in their eyes, is a painful carbuncle that drains pus, it is an itchy sore that has subsided, in short, the body is no longer painful and itchy, and it is something worth celebrating. ”

"Since they are that kind of people, contrary to our view, they think that it is better to die than to live, and we Confucians, on the contrary, realize that it is better to live than to die, at least we can accumulate merit, we can practice, we can set up a heart for heaven and earth, we can establish a life for the people, and we can do great things vigorously to benefit the people of the world! So they can't feel the joy of life and the sorrow of death. ”

"These born masters, in their eyes, are nothing more than the soul borrowing the body, piecing together the body, and the soul is attached to it, vigorously cooperating in the glory of life. At the end of the play, you have to return to the origin, and the borrowed body must be returned after it is used up, including the five organs including the liver and gallbladder, and the five senses including the ears and eyes, these self-skin naan must be returned to the hustle and bustle, which is worth nostalgia. ”

"As for the soul, after liberation, it wanders around, borrows resources, patchwork, attachment, and vigorously stages reincarnation, and devotes itself to another life of life. The starting point is the end, and the end point is the starting point. Infinite loops. Life is like a play, which refers to this, and dreams are just acting as a play. ”

"These worldly and vulgar Taoists are sheltered from red dust and are not polluted; Treat people and things absent-mindedly; Things come, let them be; The soul is free in the world, and these people are naturally loose. Since they are such people, how can they run with the world in a daze, strictly abide by the etiquette in the red dust, they can't sing songs, they can't play the piano, they must be full of grief, they can look down on these fake pomp, even if the people in the neighborhood come to watch, they will do their own thing, and don't go to birds! ”