Isn’t the purpose of our studies to become sages?

Do we want to establish our mind for heaven and earth, establish our destiny for the people, carry on the lost knowledge of the ancient sages, and bring peace to the world for all eternity?

Why?"

Ning Zhuo finally paused again after saying this.

Some people among the crowd couldn't help but frown slightly.

Because they feel that to be a saint, or to be a saint, is too arrogant, and even disrespectful to the saints.

But when they thought of those twenty thought-provoking words, they fell silent again.

"Um?"

Ning Zhuo asked again, but only one word, and then his eyes swept across the audience again.

Seeing that no one spoke, he suddenly said forcefully, "The answer lies in that story about two children arguing about the sun."

“The answer is that everyone here, including me and even Confucius’ seventy-two disciples, has been trapped by the sage’s unique teachings, to the point that we have lost the ability to think.

A sage can be a sage because he can think about things that the previous sages did not know. Therefore, in addition to inheriting the unique knowledge of the previous sages, the sage also establishes his mind for heaven and earth and brings peace to the world for all generations. Therefore, he is a sage.

As for us, even the seventy-two sages, we are merely carrying on the lost knowledge of the ancient sages.

Hundreds of years ago, Confucius did not know when the sun was closest to us, and why it was bigger in the morning and smaller at noon.

But today, all of us here, including myself, still don’t know.

Then he smugly said, "To know what you know and to know what you don't know is knowledge. This is something even a child knows."

The student who had just laughed at him couldn't help but blush and subconsciously moved his butt, probably because he felt a little uncomfortable.

Except for him, everyone else was silent.

Many people had their brows furrowed, and they felt very uncomfortable.

Even very resistant.

But I wanted to refute, but I always felt that I couldn't say it.

It seems that no one who reads this article has thought about this question.

“Yes, to know what you know and to know what you don’t know is true knowledge!

It is great that a saint has the courage to admit his ignorance, and this is worth learning from.

But don’t forget that the saint was ridiculed by those two kids.

As a disciple of the saint, why has no one been able to wash away the shame of the great saint for hundreds of years?

Isn’t it sad?”

"Everyone, if another five hundred years, another thousand years, or even two thousand years pass, among the descendants of the Chinese nation and the disciples of our sage, no one will be able to wash away the shame of the sage.

They even continue to be complacent, haha, isn't that pathetic?"