Under One Person: Please Call Me Golden Flash

Chapter 39 The Bet with Wugensheng

"I'm sorry, Master Wumen, but I had no choice. There are some things I want to talk to you about openly, so I used the Golden Escape Flowing Light technique to invite you out alone."

As he spoke, Zhao Zhen calmly clasped his hands in a fist salute to Wugensheng.

Although he apologized profusely in his words, Wugensheng couldn't detect any apology in his tone.

Are you inviting me? Your way of inviting people is quite unique...

However, with the idea of ​​making the best of a situation, Wugensheng simply found a rock and sat down cross-legged on it.

"Alright, come out if you want, just remember to take me back later. So, Brother Zhao, what exactly do you want to talk to me about?"

"I want to talk to you about my husband."

Zhao Zhen didn't mince words and went straight to the point.

"Master? What happened to Master?"

"It's not about what he is like, but what you want him to be like?"

"I?"

Wugensheng smiled slightly, then slowly stood up and calmly looked into Zhao Zhen's eyes.

“It’s not that I want him to do anything, it’s just that the Master himself has figured it out.”

"What do you want to understand?" Zhao Zhen frowned.

"Although I don't know what the Venerable Master just said to you, Brother Zhao, you must know very well that the Venerable Master, as an elder of the Quanxing Sect, has committed many evil deeds over the past few decades, hasn't he?"

“I don’t care what he did in the past. All I know is that he raised me from childhood and kept me from starving to death on the roadside.”

"Yes, human nature is complex; there is no pure evil, nor is there pure good."

Therefore, I have always been accustomed to dividing people into four categories. The first category is those who are neither skilled nor virtuous.

These are ordinary people who live passively, lacking both significant abilities and a clear direction in life. They mechanically follow the rules and are unable to break through or utilize them.

To put it bluntly, they are merely 'tools' that form the social foundation; their sole purpose is to provide a means of survival for the upper classes.

Zhao Zhen remained silent, but that did not mean he agreed with Wu Gensheng's viewpoint.

Wugensheng's understanding was merely a product of the limitations of his time, but history will prove that it was precisely the first type of people whom Wugensheng so despised that became the core of the theory that led to the ultimate victory of the person in later generations.

Seeing that Zhao Zhen remained silent, Wugensheng continued, "The second type is those who have skills but lack principles. They stand out in a specific field and possess outstanding abilities, but lack clear life goals or values."

The third category consists of members of the Quanxing sect who possess skills but have gone astray, or who have great power but are going in the wrong direction. Examples include the former Shangren and most members of the Quanxing sect today.

Unable to find the right path, they act recklessly, becoming an uncontrollable factor that harms society.

And Quanxing is precisely the 'refuge' for this third type of person.

“I know what you’re trying to say. It’s precisely because most people in the Quanxing sect are what you call the third type of people that they need a fourth type of people, namely, you, the skillful and virtuous sect leader, to guide them, right?”

"Haha, although I am unknown to those who gave me life, no one knows me better than you, Brother Zhao."

Wugensheng laughed heartily, his eyes full of admiration as he looked at Zhao Zhen.

"It's precisely because I know what you want to do that I brought you here alone."

Perhaps the old man was indeed a scoundrel, but at least in all the years I've wandered around, I've never heard of him committing any further evil deeds. Compared to him, aren't there many others within your Quanxing sect who need your guidance as their leader more? Why did you choose him out of all places?

“Brother Zhao, you are mistaken. It was not I who chose the Master, but the Master who took the initiative to ask me for help.”

What did he ask you for help with?

“I’m sorry, this is an agreement between me and the Master, and I cannot disclose it.” Wugensheng shook his head.

"Hehe, what you call guidance is ultimately nothing more than helping him achieve enlightenment."

But as for me, I would rather he lived his whole life in a daze, at least that way, he wouldn't leave me so soon..."

Upon hearing this, Wugensheng immediately fell silent.

“I understand. That old man has done too many evils in his life. If he really comes to a complete enlightenment one day, it will probably be the day his time comes to come.”
Admittedly, as a disciple, I should not prevent my master from returning to the right path.

But as the "brat" he called me, call me selfish or heartless if you will, how could I possibly just stand by and watch that old man die?

"So, what do you want to do?"

There are very few truly clear-headed people in this world; most people can live a happy life even if they are confused and muddle-headed.

Leave the old man's side and go guide others. Aren't Mo Ming, the Layman of Quanxing, and Liang Ting, the "White Owl," typical examples of the third type of people who need your help as the leader of Quanxing to save them?

"I'm sorry, but now that I've become the leader of Quanxing Sect and my disciples have taken the initiative to ask me for help, I will naturally take responsibility for anything that is unrelated to them."

After hearing this, Zhao Zhen's expression gradually turned cold.

"Wugensheng, do you really have to keep clinging to that old man?"

Seeing the anger in Zhao Zhen's eyes, Wugensheng shook his head with regret.

"I thought you were different from Li Muxuan, but it seems that you two are not that different now."

Li Muxuan knew perfectly well which path was right for him, but his stubborn personality prevented him from choosing that path.

How is this any different from you now, blinded by emotions and unable to make your own judgments?

Upon hearing this, Zhao Zhen fell into a long silence.

No one is perfect. Zhang Zhiwei has his arrogance, and Li Muxuan has his "untainted" nature. He is not a saint, much less God. How could Zhao Zhen be the only one who is "perfect"?
If one's spiritual practice is meant to be "perfect" from the very beginning, then what's the point of practicing it at all?
Knowing full well that the road ahead was a "certain death trap," he still allowed Wugensheng to guide the old man step by step; he really couldn't do that.

Upon realizing this, Zhao Zhen let out a long sigh.

"Alright, Wugensheng, let's make a bet."

"What are you gambling?"

"Let's bet on who wins our next fight. If you win, I won't interfere with the old man's choice anymore, and I can even tell you a more efficient way to guide your Quanxing disciples to deplete their own power."

"But if I win, you'll promise to leave the old man's side and never interfere in his affairs again, okay?"

"A method to guide disciples to expend their own power? That sounds interesting..."

Wugensheng rested his chin on his hand and glanced at Zhao Zhen with great interest.

"Okay, I accept this bet."

(End of this chapter)