19 Confucius Jigsaw Puzzle 5
◎This deceased audience member from the previous group◎
Zhu Heng felt as if someone had hit him on the head. His eyes suddenly went dark and his sight was forced back.
He pressed his temples and took deep breaths to relieve the tingling sensation like electricity flowing through his brain.
A hand came up and held his shoulder.
"What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?" Helan said in a low voice, his eyes, which seemed to have crushed the spring light, were now flashing with a subtle light.
Zhu Heng tilted his head slightly and met his gaze.
Through a layer of clothing, the warmth from Helan Dao's palms came through, revealing a hint of coolness.
His mind gradually became clear again. Zhu Heng glanced at him calmly, moved his shoulders, and moved his joints to move away from Helan Dao's hand.
He decided to hold back for now.
The noisy voices of the crowd floated in the air. They were immersed in the matching game and were completely unaware of Zhu Heng's abnormality.
Only Xu Wenjun turned his head, his eyes swept across Helan Dao, and then lingered on Zhu Heng for a while.
She frowned slightly.
The discussion above her head brought her attention back to the topic: "Now there's only one set of white mourning clothes, one set of black clothes, and the coffin over there. Which sentence does each of these three items correspond to?"
"Mourning clothes should correspond to three years of mourning, right?" Wang Kunshu blurted out.
Dad: "What's the original sentence?"
Wang Kun replied: "The original sentence is from the Analects of Confucius, Yang Hu, Chapter 17: 'Three years of mourning is a long time. If a gentleman does not practice rituals for three years, rituals will surely fail; if he does not enjoy music for three years, music will surely collapse.'"
"But..." Wang Kunshu had just said this, denying his own words, and his slender eyebrows furrowed. "It's about mourning for three years after the death of one's parents. That's too long. If a person can't observe rituals or enjoy music for three years of mourning, then rituals and music will collapse from then on."
The implication is that this statement is contrary to the idea of advocating a three-year mourning period.
Xu Wenjun was a little absent-minded.
Suddenly a ball of paper was thrown in front of her.
She frowned, opened the paper ball, and saw two words written on it: Kill me.
Xu Wenjun's pupils shrank, and she looked up in the direction where the paper ball came from - Helan Dao was standing behind Zhu Heng, looking at her with a smile, his index finger raised to his lips.
Her heart was beating wildly. She calmly collected the paper ball and stuffed it into her sleeve.
After finishing everything, she flashed her text box twice to remind everyone: "Not this sentence."
Everyone looked at her.
Xu Wenjun grasped her wrist with one hand and twisted it twice, letting the slip fall down her sleeve. She said, "This is what Confucius' disciple Zai Wo asked him. He felt three years was too long and disagreed. So Confucius said he was heartless. Children don't leave their parents' arms until they're three years old. When parents die, mourning for them for three years is the universal practice."
Zhu Heng gently bit the tip of his tongue.
Pretending not to see Helan Dao's little action just now.
Really...
interesting.
After hearing Xu Wenjun's reminder, Wang Kunshu suddenly realized, "So this should be what follows this sentence, Confucius' response to Zai Wo: 'A child is not free from his parents' arms until three years have passed. The three-year mourning period is the universal mourning period in the world.'"
The system prompt sounded: [Congratulations on the successful match]
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief and moved on to the next thing.
The black outfit was simpler, but thanks to its many details, it conveyed a lot of useful information. With the help of Xu Wenjun and Wang Kunshu, the two big plug-ins, everyone quickly matched the etiquette of clothing and hats in the tenth chapter of "The Analects of Confucius: Xiangdang".
The original sentence means that in summer you can only wear a single piece of hemp cloth indoors, but you must wear a top when going out. The right sleeve can be shortened for ease of movement, and a lamb fur coat must be worn inside the black coat to make it look suitable.
The content of this paragraph was really too complicated, and everyone felt overwhelmed. Fortunately, it was matched successfully in the end, and they finally breathed a sigh of relief.
However, when my dad saw that this set of clothes had also been turned into puzzle pieces, a hint of envy flashed in his eyes.
He touched his belly. The clothes he was wearing were patched up and were nothing compared to the other person's black lamb fur coat.
The drake handed over a piece of dried meat.
Dad was distracted and looked up.
"Dad, here." The duck-voiced man said with an unhappy expression, "I asked you to share some with them. You don't have much to begin with..."
Dad looked at his misleading action and felt a little amused.
Seeing that the duck-voiced man insisted, the father had no choice but to take it and put it safely in his arms.
"We've found all five pieces of the puzzle. Now, there's only one left—the coffin." The duck-voiced man turned to look at Zhu Heng, "Any clues?"
Clue?
Zhu Heng's eyes turned a little cold.
Yes, there is, it depends on whether you dare to listen.
Before he could answer, Helan Dao glanced at him without revealing anything, then answered in a hoarse voice before he could: "In the Analects, the only person who has anything to do with both rituals and coffins is Yan Yuan, right?"
"Yan Yuan?" The voice of the man with the duck voice widened his eyes slightly. "You said that the person lying in the coffin was Yan Yuan?"
"That should be right," Xu Wenjun quickly replied, flashing a barrage of comments. "Confucius's most beloved disciple, Yan Yuan, died. Yan Yuan's father asked Confucius to use his carriage to buy Yan Yuan a new coffin..."
The drake didn't understand: "Coffin?"
"It's the outer coffin," Xu Wenjun explained. "What we're seeing now is just the inner coffin, which we simply call a coffin. For tomb owners of high status and position, they would elaborately add an outer coffin, which we call a coffin."
The duck-voiced man said "Oh" and motioned her to continue.
"The Yan family was poor and could not afford a coffin, so they asked Confucius to sell his chariot to help. Confucius, however, explained that he had once been a doctor and occasionally accompanied doctors on important occasions. According to the etiquette of the time, doctors were required to travel by chariot and could not walk, so he declined."
Drake Voice: "Then this corresponds to..."
"The Analects of Confucius, Xianjin, Chapter 11." Xu Wenjun typed the corresponding original text, "When Yan Yuan died, Yan Lu requested Zi's chariot to serve as his coffin..."
Immediately afterwards, the system sounded to notify that the match was successful.
At this point, all six puzzle pieces have been successfully matched.
Everyone was a little bit incredulous.
The whole process seemed to go incredibly smoothly.
The system then said: [Friendly reminder, the Confucius statue has reached 93% of its awakening state. Please hurry up and complete the puzzle before the Master wakes up.]
"Don't waste time, hurry up, finish the work early and leave early." The duck voice said excitedly.
He picked up all the puzzle pieces and was eager to put them together.
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Looking at the excited crowd, Zhu Heng suddenly turned around and looked at Helan Dao.
He Landao raised his eyebrows, responded to his gaze, and looked at him with a smile: "What are you looking at?"
Zhu Heng: "When I was a kid, I watched TV dramas with other people. There was always a type of audience who was very good at guessing the plot, and they often guessed it right."
He looked at Helan Dao, slowly raised his eyelids, and his Adam's apple slid up and down.
Helan Dao said nothing.
"This type of audience has watched countless dramas and is very experienced, so they can easily guess the subsequent developments. But there is another type of person," Zhu Heng looked directly into Helan Dao's eyes, "who can perfectly retell every plot."
He Landao chuckled, a look of surprise in his eyes: "Impossible?"
Zhu Heng nodded, his expression cold and indifferent: "I also think it's impossible, unless..."
Helan Dao's eyelashes trembled slightly, and the smile in his eyes gradually disappeared.
Zhu Heng: "Unless, he has seen it beforehand."
Helan Dao paused for a moment, feeling somewhat helpless. He sighed, "How did you figure that out?"
"When you took out the six rappelling ropes you prepared in advance."
"Isn't that the only reason?" Helan said with a smile.
"And then there's the time to precisely divide the areas where the six beads land."
"Then what?" Helanda finally showed some interest.
"When you threw a ball of paper to the historian, giving her a clue to the answer."
"Good, keep going." Helan Dao gave him an approving look.
"Of course, the most crucial point was when I saw a corpse lying in the coffin that looked exactly like you."
Hearing this, Helan Dao's expression was stern for a moment, and then the knot between his eyebrows loosened.
He slowly put away the amusement in his eyes, and between his eyebrows, there was a look of disdain: "So, who do you think is real, me or the one in the coffin?"
"What's the difference between you and him?" Zhu Heng asked, raising his eyebrows. "This audience member from the previous group who has already died."
Helan Dao paused for a long time, then suddenly smiled.
That's right.
It was him in the coffin.
Now it was him who was standing in front of Zhu Heng.
He told Zhu Heng, "I failed to complete the last puzzle. The punishment for failure is that I die here."
"It's a miracle that you're still alive." Zhu Heng typed lightly in the text box.
He Landao smiled at him, took out a cigarette from somewhere and lit it, then took two steps back and said, "Unlike you, I must succeed in the test, otherwise, it will be an endless cycle until I succeed."
Although the coffin had become a puzzle, the smell of the coffin still lingered in the air. A faint stench of corpse mixed with the smell of tobacco drifted into Helan Dao's nostrils.
Smelling the dead body odor coming from himself, for a moment he felt that the cigarette in his hand was not so fragrant anymore.
Perhaps because the amount of information he needed to digest was too much, Zhu Heng didn't realize that Helan Dao's words "different from you" were actually a bit abrupt.
"In the last round, at which step did you die?" Zhu Heng suddenly asked.
He Landao took a deep puff of cigarette, the smoke rising and making him squint slightly. He scratched the corner of his eye with his thumb and said nonchalantly, "Is this the way to go?"
Zhu Heng resisted the urge to hit him and asked, "Why did you fail? Did you put the puzzle together incorrectly?"
"Maybe, I'm not sure. It could also be that the matching is inaccurate." He Landao put away his usual joking and shook his head seriously, glancing at Xu Wenjun and the others. "So for this round, the system has selected a few strong players from the audience pool to come and complete it with me."
Zhu Heng frowned and fell into deep thought.
"No, this shouldn't be the reason." As he thought, a barrage of comments popped up, and the words appeared very slowly.
When matching puzzle pieces, right is right and wrong is wrong.
If Helan Dao matched all of them successfully, then he should have no problem completing the puzzle, but why did he die at this step?
Unless... completing this puzzle will trigger some kind of event.
Just like how he helped Gun control the flood in the first episode, he changed the real history and caused the demise of civilization.
Thinking of this, he suddenly woke up, looked up, and saw Xu Wenjun surrounded by people, filling in the gap of the puzzle with the last piece of the puzzle.
not good!
He quickly jumped out, flashed past everyone's sight, and went straight to the puzzle. At the last moment, he stopped Xu Wenjun in time.
"Wrong." He ignored the rules of not being able to speak and said to everyone in a deep voice.
Everyone was stunned and looked up at Zhu Heng, and heard him say, "This puzzle can't be put together."
These puzzles represent Confucius' ideal civilization of ritual and music. When the world is governed by virtue, rituals, music, wars and conquests are decided by the emperor. When the world is unruly, rituals, music, wars and conquests are decided by the princes.
The reason why Confucius wanted to revive the Zhou rituals was because, in his opinion, there was no justice in the world at that time.
Therefore, the collapse of rituals and music was the true history of that time.
Confucius never realized his ideal throughout his life.
Therefore, the puzzle will not be completed successfully.
Zhu Heng took apart all the puzzle pieces. Several rays of light as bright as daylight flashed by. With a "pop" sound, six dazzling beads were peeled off from the puzzle, and six objects were scattered all over the floor.
The moment he saw those beads, Zhu Heng felt a slight tingling sensation on his scalp and a chill in his abdomen.
Why does he feel like he has seen this bead somewhere before?
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