บท 441: Clearing the name of the Saints

Looking at the crowded square in the sacred Master Hall, looking at the devout and respectful faces, Xia ping 'an seemed to see the scene of Confucius's teaching.

The sacred Master Hall was so silent that even a pin drop could be heard. Everyone's eyes were on Xia Pingan, waiting for him to preach.

Xia ping 'an's eyes once again looked at the first sentence on the most conspicuous giant pillar-Zi said: "Isn't it easy to learn and practice? Isn't it fun to have friends from afar? A man who doesn't know but doesn't cower, isn't that a gentleman?"