In front of the secret altar, the sacred teacher Hall, was a sea of people. Except for Xia Pingan, everyone who came to the sacred teacher Hall knelt respectfully in front of the hall, listening to Xia Pingan's explanation of the Analects of Confucius.
At this moment, the snow on the secret mandala had melted, and clouds were floating in the sky. Ten days were hanging high behind the clouds, and the sun was warm. Everything was revived, and everything was full of vitality.
Xia Pingan stood in the main hall of the Holy Master Hall, and his voice reverberated in the hall.
"Many people read the Analects of Confucius, but few understand them. The meaning of the sage and the spirit of the Analects of Confucius are often misinterpreted by rotten Confucians and parrots, so that people can't understand the meaning of the sage and the spirit of the Analects of Confucius. Zi said,"first say it and then follow it." What do you mean?"
