Leng Xuan couldn't bear the silence, so he asked, "Who are you?"

  The mysterious person did not remain silent, and asked in a low voice, "Who are you?"

   "You haven't answered me yet?"

"It doesn't matter who I am, it's important that you know who you are. I'm not talking about your name, it's just a title. You have to really know yourself to know who you are." The mysterious man's words What he said was very profound, and Leng Xuan listened in a daze.

  Leng Xuan asked back: "Then do you know who I am?"

   "Of course I know." The mysterious man replied: "You are just an ant, a lowly existence."

   "What?" Leng Xuan couldn't help but frowned and said, "Are you insulting me?"

"I'm just stating a fact." The mysterious man's voice was calm, "This world is deserted, no one really knows themselves, they all confine themselves in a small space, drunk and dreaming, thinking that This is a beautiful life, but I don't know, in the eyes of those people, they are just playthings to tease."

  Leng Xuan seemed to hear a little bit of meaning, but he was still a little confused, so he asked, "Can you be more clear?"

   "Heaven and earth are not benevolent, and they treat all things as cud dogs." The mysterious man asked, "What is heaven? What is earth? Do you know?"

   "Heaven is the destiny, the earth is the pulse, and the combination of the two nurtures all living beings."

"Haha!" The mysterious man smiled disdainfully, "As expected, you don't understand this world at all. It's no wonder that those of you who live in this world are used to it. You think this world is the place to be. Your master is the writer of your destiny."

   "What do you mean by that?"

The mysterious man shook his head and said sarcastically: "Thank you for being a descendant of the Heaven-Defying Art, and your eyesight is so short-sighted. I am so disappointed." After speaking, he walked to a window in the room and pushed it open. Then he waved to Leng Xuan and said, "Come and have a look."

  Leng Xuan walked over according to the words and looked out the window. He immediately saw a group of ragged, yellow-faced and thin people working hard under the scorching sun. At this time, the mysterious man walked to another window and pushed it open, and said, "You can take a look here again." Leng Xuan moved slightly, and he saw a group of luxuriously dressed and potbellied men hugging the coquettish beauties. Driving a luxury car and spending money.

  The mysterious man asked: "Tell me, what did you see?"

  Leng Xuan said without hesitation, "Poor and rich."

   "Do you think this is fair?"

   "Why is it unfair?" Leng Xuan said: "Everyone's fate is different. If everyone complains about their own life, how can the world survive?"

"You're right!" The mysterious man surprisingly didn't refute on this point. He gave a vicissitudes of life and laughed. He said, "Indeed, everyone has their own destiny, and no one can ask themselves to be the same as others." Here, his words suddenly turned, "But what if these fates were not arranged by God?"

   "What do you mean?" Leng Xuan didn't quite understand.

The mysterious man said: "The world is reincarnated. There are causes and effects. Whatever the cause was planted in the past life, the result is obtained in this life. This is the correct law of heaven and earth. However, this kind of law has been deprived of, and the world today has no Because of the cycle of cause and effect, the bad people often get much more than the good people. In the end, the bad people do all the bad things, but they can end well, while the good people often die in vain and have nothing to say about their grievances. Why is this?

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