21 Confucius Jigsaw Puzzle 7
The world seen through the eyes of the statue is completely different from what they see.
Zhu Heng tightly grasped the clay statue in his pocket and fell into Helan Dao's arms, gasping for breath.
Suddenly he heard Helan Dao groan.
The ending dragged on, and a deep voice brushed past the top of my head and entered my consciousness.
It was a questioning tone, with a hint of amusement.
Zhu Heng was stunned. Following Helan Dao's gaze, he lowered his head to look at his left chest, where he was pressed tightly against Helan Dao.
He looked up and saw Helan Dao's meaningful gaze.
The other party didn't know what he was thinking, staring at his chest and smiled gently.
Zhu Heng's scalp felt numb for a moment.
He pulled himself away swiftly from Helan Dao's arms.
The smile in Helan Dao's eyes turned into resentment.
If I'm not mistaken.
Is this...disdain?
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Zhu Heng just stood firm.
The steps under my feet suddenly changed.
The first step where he was standing shook violently twice, flickering like a flashing sign.
Just when Zhu Heng was puzzled, the step under his feet suddenly disappeared. Fortunately, he reacted quickly enough and stepped onto the second step in time, where Helan Dao was.
At the same time, at the top of the stairs, behind where Wang Kunshu was standing, another step appeared out of thin air.
The changes happened so quickly that no one could react for a while.
Zhu Heng looked at his feet and wanted to struggle, but the two of them were standing together and the space for him to turn around was pitifully small.
He had no choice but to look up with a sullen look on his face and stare at someone.
Helan Dao folded his hands over his chest and glared at him as if he was watching a good show.
He tilted his head to the side and said in a cold tone, "Run, why don't you run anymore? Keep going."
Zhu Heng: "...Shut up."
Xu Wenjun looked at the steps disappearing below, then turned his head and looked at the new ones emerging behind him, his eyes thoughtful.
She murmured softly, "Could it be that these stairs are leading us somewhere?"
As if to confirm her guess, the steps under Zhu Heng and He Landao's feet began to flicker like the first step.
And at the top of the stairs, as expected, a second new step appeared.
It was as if something was guiding them.
Everyone reacted immediately, hesitated for a moment, and then followed the instructions and walked upwards.
As soon as I left, another step disappeared below.
Always maintain the dynamic balance of the 6 steps.
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, then looked up sadly, staring at the end of the dark stairs, full of hesitation and fear about the unknown.
Zhu Heng was not afraid of this and walked up.
He was curious about where these stairs, which seemed to have no end, would lead them.
Of course there is another reason that cannot be told.
That is...
Stay away from the "dangerous" Helan Road.
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Everyone went up the stairs one step at a time.
While climbing, the attack of the Confucius statue did not stop. Fortunately, the steps composed of 6 beads had the instinct to avoid danger, guiding everyone to dodge left and right.
Everyone was so tired that they were out of breath.
Finally, after 5 minutes, the stairs stopped in mid-air in the dark.
In the air, a dark and narrow door was suspended.
Neither up to the sky nor down to the ground.
They didn't know what was waiting for them behind the door.
A bead peeled off from the last step, passed by the crowd, and stopped in front of the narrow door. It jumped up and down, pointing at the door frame, and made an "Aoshi Aoshi" sound at the crowd.
Everyone understood that this meant they were asked to go in.
They looked down at their feet, which were more than ten meters above the ground and had no edge to the ground, and smiled bitterly, as if they had no other choice but to listen to the beads.
Zhu Heng took the lead and stepped in. The moment he passed through the darkness, the world behind the door appeared before him without reservation.
This is a hemispherical room. There is nothing inside, and it is all white. Only two black round holes are carved in the wall in front, like two electronic display screens.
The outside world was pitch black, but the inside was all white. The huge contrast made Zhu Heng's eyes go dark and his body sway.
A hand reached out from the darkness behind him, pressed against his back, and steady him.
Zhu Heng felt a burning sensation on his back. He took a step forward and stared at Helan Dao behind him with a cold gaze.
Helan Dao slowly withdrew his hand, raised it over his shoulder, raised his eyebrows innocently, and looked meaningfully.
Zhu Heng paused, crossed his arms and stepped aside to make way for the people behind him.
Everyone entered the house without exception. They suddenly stepped out of darkness into this bright room and closed their eyes reflexively. After a while of adjusting, they dared to open their eyes and take a closer look.
As they entered the house, the steps behind them turned back into the shape of beads and followed them in with a skipping sound.
They ran around the room, banging on the walls.
"Aww!"
"Aoshia ...
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"What are they doing?" Dad was confused.
"I don't know. Maybe he wants to check whether it is sturdy or not?" The duck-voiced man guessed.
Just as everyone was pondering, there was a sudden tremor under their feet and the sound of the Confucius statue came into their ears from all directions.
"Hmm, why are your eyes a little blurry?"
This was different from listening on the ground. Everyone was in this strange house, and the sounds they heard seemed to be amplified countless times. Their ears were buzzing, like a mountain collapsing and the earth splitting, and it made their heads hurt.
Everyone covered their ears, and when they finally recovered, they saw two giant hands appear in the two round windows on the wall in front of them.
No way, this can be found?
Everyone quickly stepped back, feeling a surge of fear and a knot in their stomach.
But then I saw two giant hands covering the round window, rubbing it left and right, and then leaving.
Everyone: “?”
Considering what the statue had just said, everyone was confused and a little bit incredulous.
So they are now inside the statue of Confucius?
Those two round windows in front are the eyes of the statue!
Zhu Heng came to the "round window".
I took a look outside through the round window.
From this perspective, the whole world is visible.
If it weren't for Zhuzi protecting them along the way, the six of them would have had nowhere to escape.
It was indeed the eyes of the statue of Confucius.
but……
The world seen through the eyes of the statue is completely different from what they see.
The crowd gathered around the window, looking at the earth below through the eyes of the statue. They were amazed by the fantastic scene that appeared in their vision.
It was not pitch black outside. On the endless land, there were countless colorful patterns with different contents, scattered here and there, like a giant graffiti with the earth as its canvas.
"Aww!"
"Aoshi! Aoshi!"
The six beads jumped to the window and shouted excitedly.
One of them came under Zhu Heng's eyes, jumped near the edge of the windowsill, pointed at the patterns on the ground, turned around on the spot, and jumped into Zhu Heng's palm, jumping twice.
Zhu Heng showed a slightly puzzled look.
His eyes looked outside, and following the guidance of the beads, they stopped at the pictures on the ground.
Looking closely at the content, he found that the paintings were almost all of people. Zhu Heng intuitively felt that these patterns were trying to convey some message to them - no, to this statue of Confucius.
It's like a comic strip, except there's no connection between the characters.
Zhu Heng lowered his eyes and looked at the beads in his palm: "What do you want to say?"
"What's wrong?" Everyone was attracted by his noise.
"It lets us look at the map on the ground." Zhu Heng raised his chin and motioned everyone to look outside.
Xu Wenjun suddenly exclaimed, "Eh!" "These patterns... seem to be related to Confucius' experiences."
Everyone was puzzled.
Xu Wenjun pointed to the painting closest to them and concluded, "This painting shows Confucius meeting Laozi."
Everyone looked in the direction she pointed.
There are two main characters in the painting, an old man and a young man.
The old man was sitting in the carriage, with a servant boy beside him. The young man was standing by the roadside, holding a bird in his hand, and was handing it respectfully to the old man.
Xu Wenjun explained: "The old man in the painting is Lao Tzu, and the young man on the roadside holding a wild goose gift is Confucius."
"They are actually from the same generation?" The duck-voiced man was surprised.
Xu Wenjun nodded. "Confucius was in his prime at that time. He went to Luoyang to learn about rituals and learn from Laozi, the keeper of the treasury."
"I know about the 'Shou Zangshi'!" the duck-voiced voice said immediately, "The last episode my dad and I watched was called 'Laozi's Library.' Shou Zangshi was an official position in the Zhou Dynasty, equivalent to the director of the National Library in my time."
As he was speaking, his feet suddenly shook.
The movement started suddenly, and everyone fell to the ground due to inertia. Looking at the constantly changing scene outside, they realized that it was the statue of Confucius that was moving.
After the shaking passed and the situation calmed down a bit, everyone got up again, went to the window and looked out.
The scene in front of them shifted left and right, making everyone dizzy.
The statue of Confucius exploded with a deafening voice: "Children, why are you gone?"
Everyone fell silent.
The statue searched around for everyone, and as it moved, everyone could see more clearly the content of the patterns on the ground.
One painting shows Confucius standing alone outside the city gate, looking miserable, with a stray dog painted next to him.
One painting shows Confucius sitting under the Xingtan, surrounded by countless disciples who are listening attentively to his lectures.
In another painting, Confucius leads a group of scholars who look like his disciples and sits on the ground. They are surrounded by soldiers. The disciples are hungry and sleepy, but Confucius still plays the piano and sings as usual, and remains unmoved by the soldiers who besiege them.
Next, there is another picture of Confucius playing the chime stone. An old man carrying a straw basket passes by his door. The old man opens his mouth and seems to be talking.
In the fifth picture, Confucius is riding in a carriage and walking in the countryside with a group of disciples. In front of them stands a crazy weirdo. Confucius looks at the weirdo with a somewhat melancholy expression.
In the sixth painting, Confucius is sitting in a place similar to a palace, with a bowl of meat on the table in front of him and palace servants playing stone chimes beside him. In the painting, Confucius looks intoxicated as he listens.
In the seventh painting, Confucius is wearing official uniform and standing in the court with his hands clasped, seemingly discussing matters with the people in the hall.
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As Xu Wenjun said, what is drawn in these pictures are all related to Confucius' own experiences.
Moreover, the age and appearance of Confucius in different paintings are not exactly the same.
Xu Wenjun recalled the pattern he had just seen and said slowly, "If we arrange these linked patterns on the ground in chronological order, the first one should be the one we first saw, the one where Confucius met Laozi. Confucius was only in his thirties at that time."
After hearing this, the beads seemed very excited and made a lot of noise.
Zhu Heng was a little absent-minded.
The order of these patterns are all disrupted. If you connect them all together from his prime to his old age, it would be Confucius' life.
only……
Zhu Heng stared at the steps of the statue of Confucius and discovered a problem.
It seems like it doesn't even step on the patterns on the ground?
Why?
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