"Zheng Ming, the elderly asks you, is the personal interest of one greater, or are the lives of all under the heavens more important?" Cui Zhouping looked at Zheng Ming, his voice resounding like a large bell.
Zheng Ming casually smiled and indifferently said, "You already have the answer."
"Zheng Ming, do you know what great righteousness is, what trivial matters are, what it means to sacrifice oneself for righteousness, and what it means to be lost and then find one's way again!"
Cui Zhouping stared straight at Zheng Ming, his voice resounding like a bell, shaking one's soul!
Standing more than a hundred yards away from Zheng Ming, Fang Yunbai felt that what echoed around his ears was not a voice, but the sound of evening drum and morning bell.
Under this stern admonition, he felt a sense of inexcusable guilt, a sense of being lost and then finding his way again, and an urge to kneel down to worship and confess.
