"Hiss, Master, can I ask you a second question?"
Xiao Tianzuo gasped, realizing he'd said the wrong thing again, but he wasn't concerned about the pain in his head; he was wondering if he could still ask Zhou Xingdou a question.
Stephen Chow smiled gently:
"Ask away."
"But if you say the wrong thing, you'll still get what's coming to you."
Zhou Xingdou's second half of his sentence made Xiao Tianzuo, who was about to blurt out a question, pause. After carefully considering his words for a while, he finally asked, shrinking back:
"Master, what kind of person are you?"
But this question surprised Stephen Chow, who asked in return:
What do you mean?
Asking Stephen Chow to answer what kind of person he is requires such an abstract question that even Stephen Chow himself wouldn't know how to answer it.
Xiao Tianzuo rubbed the large, pagoda-shaped bump on his head, frowned, thought for a moment, and then asked:
"That's right, your disciple is very curious about what kind of person you really are. I always feel that you are sometimes very ruthless, sometimes very cold, and now you are very gentle. It makes me feel strange, and I don't know which one is the real you."
"What you see is all me."
Zhou Xingdou spoke slowly, his voice now very slow, as he leaned back in his chair with a hint of languor.
"Not everyone is consistent inside and out, and personality cannot be summarized and fixed in one word, so what you see is me, and yet it is not me."
"All of this is you, yet none of this is you."
Xiao Tianzuo murmured, seemingly understanding but not quite.
Zhou Xingdou knew very well that Xiao Tianzuo definitely wouldn't understand what he was saying, because even he himself didn't know what he was saying.
But these were just some random thoughts that came to mind. Whether Xiao Tianzuo could understand them or not was not important. Zhou Xingdou was just providing the answer; the rest was up to Xiao Tianzuo to understand.
Xiao Tianzuo also couldn't understand it, so he asked from a different angle:
"What kind of person was Master before? You can't always be like this, can you?"
What kind of person were you before?
Zhou Xingdou was lost in thought for a moment.
He'd almost forgotten what kind of person he used to be.
In his memory, he was once an extremely cautious person, but in his most distant past life, what kind of person was he?
"Perhaps, I used to be similar to you."
A hint of vicissitude appeared in Stephen Chow's eyes:
"But I didn't have your great fortune. I lived a quiet and uneventful life, busy but without causing any trouble, and then I died."
"Dead?"
Xiao Tianzuo was startled by Zhou Xingdou's words. He stared at Zhou Xingdou with wide eyes and even wanted to reach out and pull him to see if his master had gone mad. However, remembering the big bump on his head, he ultimately did not dare to reach out.
Zhou Xingdou raised an eyebrow and smiled faintly:
"Yes, you heard right, he's dead."
As he spoke, Zhou Xingdou finished his tea and said to Xiao Tianzuo with a half-smile:
"I have died three times."
Xiao Tianzuo asked in confusion:
"Will she be resurrected as a remnant soul, like Madam Ara?"
Zhou Xingdou shook his head and said:
"No, it's death in the true sense of the word."
Xiao Tianzuo felt like he had misheard. Was it real death?
Then why is Master still standing in front of me?
Zhou Xingdou naturally sensed Xiao Tianzuo's doubts, and without hiding anything, he frankly recounted the past:
"I originally came from a mortal world, where there were no cultivators who could ascend to heaven or descend to the earth, only some ancient myths were passed down, and everyone in the world was a mortal."
After calming his shock, Xiao Tianzuo asked with a burning gaze:
"A world where everyone is equal?"
"Ordinary people do not represent equality. Social classes will never disappear; there will always be different classes, only the circumstances and oppression will be different."
Zhou Xingdou shattered Xiao Tianzuo's illusions without hesitation, and sneered:
"Where there is desire, there is struggle; where there is struggle, there is privilege; and where there is privilege, equality for all is impossible."
Can a person without desires still be called a "person"?
Therefore, a world where everyone is equal is impossible; put away your illusions.
Although the last world was a far cry from a world of universal harmony, it was still far from being a world of great progress compared to history.
Moreover, the ideal of universal harmony goes against human nature and is an impossible path to achieve; the best that can be done is to get infinitely close.
Moreover, this is still in the mortal world; equality is even less likely to exist in the world of cultivators.
Xiao Tianzuo wasn't saddened by Zhou Xingdou's words, after all, he knew very well that a world of perfect harmony was impossible; it was just a thought.
But then he felt something was amiss, so he continued to ask:
"Master, weren't you born in the Primordial Era? And your family was extremely powerful. Why are you in the mortal world?"
Stephen Chow did not explain directly, but instead asked:
Do you know about reincarnation?
Xiao Tianzuo nodded:
"I know that as long as the true spirit is not destroyed, there is a chance to enter the cycle of reincarnation and be reborn, but all memories will be lost, and in a sense, it will no longer be the same person."
As he spoke, Xiao Tianzuo also realized what was happening and suddenly exclaimed in surprise:
"Could it be that Master was born with innate knowledge?!"
"yes."
Zhou Xingdou did not refute. At his current level of understanding, these things were no longer considered unspeakable secrets.
“In my past life, I fell asleep as usual, when suddenly I felt a sharp pain in my heart and felt as if I had fallen into an abyss. I was lost in the darkness for an unknown number of years, and when I opened my eyes again, I was reborn in my mother’s body.”
Xiao Tianzuo took a deep breath, surprised that his master had such an experience, but then asked in confusion:
"Then why did Master die a second time?"
Given Zhou Xingdou's family background and connections, who could possibly threaten him? How could he possibly die?
A slight ripple appeared in Zhou Xingdou's eyes as he said:
"If you were an ordinary commoner who suddenly reincarnated into an immortal family, but your parents disappeared shortly afterward, and your uncles were all incredibly powerful, and your grandfather made you the young master, but he loved you but was too busy with trivial matters to take care of you, what would you do?"
Xiao Tianzuo frowned, remained silent for a while, and then answered truthfully:
"I don't know; I can't put myself in your shoes."
Zhou Xingdou smiled and shook his head, then a surge of purple energy appeared in his eyes:
"Yes, I don't know how others would react, but at the time I was filled with fear."
At this point, Stephen Chow's words became somewhat heavy:
“I didn’t understand the difference between rebirth and possession before. I thought my soul had possessed this body, so the more powerful this family became, the more afraid I became.”
"I'm afraid that one day they'll find out that I possessed this body. With the terrifying methods of these powerful beings, I'm afraid I won't even have the chance to be reincarnated after I die."
"Moreover, instead of appointing other uncles, they have chosen me, a mere child, as the young master. In my eyes, this is undoubtedly putting me on the hot seat. I feel that every step I take is being watched by others, and I could fall into the abyss at any moment if I make a wrong move."
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