Under One Person: Please Call Me Golden Flash

Chapter 386 So what if that 'anger' burns?
Longhu Mountain, Tianshi Mansion.

"Chairman Zhao, your retreat has shocked the entire world of supernatural beings!"

In the past few days, on my way back from the company, everyone's been talking about this!

Looking at Tian Jinzhong laughing heartily, Zhao Zhen did not stop her farm work.

"Let the rumors spread, let the bullets fly!"

"I just finished attending the first board meeting on behalf of the Celestial Master's Mansion. I said to Chairman Zhao, aren't you worried at all about what kind of trouble the company will run into without you?"

"In this world, no matter who is missing, the sun will still rise in the east and set in the west the next day. No one is indispensable to anyone else."

Now that I've chosen to retire, I won't be involved in company affairs anymore.

After hearing these words, Tian Jinzhong was slightly taken aback, and then looked at his senior brother Zhang Zhiwei, who was eating melon seeds on the side.

"Brother, this..."

"Haha, Jinzhong, haven't you realized yet? Our Chairman Zhao has completely let go."

Just tell me directly, how's the situation with Nadutong?

"Oh okay."

Tian Jinzhong nodded.

"When I returned, Zhao Fangxu had already successfully taken over as Chairman Zhao."

It must be admitted that Chairman Zhao's disciple is quite capable; he cleverly used his master's prestige to bring the previously crumbling company back to life.

"Fang Xu may not be very talented in cultivation, but he is very good at being shrewd and resourceful, just like his master."

Compared to him, Heqian is far inferior in this respect~

"So what? I actually prefer He Qian's personality!"

Tian Jinzhong glared, feeling indignant on behalf of his junior apprentice.

"I didn't say anything about He Qian, why are you in such a hurry?"

"You two, you really don't even try to hide it from me when you talk badly about people behind their backs!"

Zhao Zhen put down his hoe and glared at the two fellow apprentices with an annoyed expression.

"What's there to avoid? You think you can kill us, my fellow disciples?"

Zhao Zhen rolled her eyes again upon hearing this.

"Go away, you fellow disciples can go catch up elsewhere, don't bother me."

"Haha, Jinzhong, it seems someone isn't too welcoming to us~"

"Wait a minute, senior brother, I remember this is our Celestial Master's Mansion, isn't it?"

"Yeah, Old Zhao, you're going against the natural order!"

"Old Zhang, if you keep babbling, believe me, I'll bury your apprentice Heqian in my field right now!"

Sun Heqian: "???"
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Winter of 1960.

Winter arrives fiercely on Longhu Mountain. A strong north wind blows all night, and when you open the door in the morning, the world is already covered in a white blanket of snow.

Thick snow covered the small courtyard that Zhao Zhen had cultivated, and the tender green seedlings had long since disappeared, leaving only a few stubborn, protruding outlines.

Zhao Zhen, dressed in thin coarse cloth clothes and straw sandals, walked step by step into the snow.

Snowflakes landed on his shoulders and hair, but seemed to be separated by an invisible barrier, failing to truly wet his clothes.

He walked very slowly, each step leaving a shallow footprint clearly in the deep snow, which was then half-covered by the fresh snow.

"A pure heart is like water, and water is the heart. When the breeze is still, the waves are undisturbed."

My heart is pure, and Heaven rewards diligence. The sky is high and the earth is vast, like flowing water and drifting clouds.

A refreshing approach addresses the root cause, while integrity guides one's conduct. With utmost sincerity and goodness, the Great Way is naturally achieved…

The deep chanting echoed through the silent mountains and forests, mingling with the sound of wind and snow.

The mysterious aura emanating from him became increasingly apparent, as if he had merged into the icy landscape and majestic mountains.

The swirling snowflakes silently slid down five feet away from him, creating a peculiar "snowless zone." Time seemed to stand still in the mountains, far removed from the vortex of power and the disturbances of worldly affairs. Zhao Zhen's state of mind was indeed much clearer than when he was at the bustling headquarters.

Although the three corpses lurking within the body were not completely eradicated, their restlessness was suppressed to the lowest point under this daily "wiping," like a hibernating venomous snake.

However, just as Zhao Zhen was immersed in chanting, his steps touched the seemingly soft snow—

Click!

A very faint, almost drowned-out sound came from the bottom of the footprints he had just left.

Beneath the seemingly smooth snow surface, the hard frozen soil had cracked open with a fissure as thin as a hair!

Zhao Zhen's steps did not falter at all, as if he had not noticed, but his chanting paused very slightly, and a barely perceptible ripple appeared between his brows.

"call……"

Long plumes of white vapor shot out like arrows, condensing into mist in the cold wind.

"It seems that maintaining this tranquility amidst the snow is not so easy."

A gentle voice sounded from not far behind him.

Zhao Zhen did not turn around, but slowly opened her eyes, her gaze calm and serene.

He knew who had come.

Zhang Zhiwei, wearing a slightly worn blue Taoist robe, also came through the snow with light steps, leaving only shallow traces on the snow.

He walked to Zhao Zhen's side, his gaze sweeping over the footprints behind Zhao Zhen, especially lingering for a moment on the crack.

"The Three Corpses are formless, yet they are most adept at leveraging external forces. This world is desolate and silent, seemingly a place for tranquility, but it is also the easiest place to stir up the dark and chaotic thoughts in people's hearts."

Zhang Zhiwei's voice carried a knowing and insightful quality.

“Especially anger; a single spark can start a prairie fire. Old Zhao, your temper... seems to be getting a bit too strong again?”

Zhao Zhen twitched the corners of his mouth, revealing a wry smile: "You old Taoist, your mouth is still so unforgiving."

However, you're right. This journey through the snow was meant to temper the mind, but it almost turned into adding fuel to the fire.

He looked down at the spot where he had just walked; the tiny cracks were now covered by fresh snow, as if they had never appeared.

"My cultivation level is still not high enough. The slightest fluctuation in my emotions causes my true qi to go out of control, and I can't even control the force under my feet."

Zhang Zhiwei shook his head: "No, this is not out of control, but rather that the three corpses within your body are too deeply entangled with your cultivation."

They are an integral part of you; the more you suppress them, the stronger the backlash will be.

Today's walk in the snow was less a loss of control and more an instinctive counterattack launched when you sought peace and quiet.

Zhao Zhen remained silent. Zhang Zhiwei's cultivation and insight always hit the nail on the head.

"Then what do you think should be done?"

Zhao Zhen turned to look at Zhang Zhiwei.

Zhang Zhiwei stroked his beard, his gaze fixed on the snow-covered mountains.

"Blocking is not as good as guiding, and suppressing is not as good as transforming. If you force yourself to pursue a calm and tranquil mind, you will only become attached to appearances and give the three evil spirits an opportunity to take advantage of you."

This snow scene, this desolation, isn't it also a kind of 'state'? Instead of thinking about how to avoid the distracting thoughts they evoke, why not try to observe it, to understand why it arises and why it ceases?

So what if that anger burns? As long as it doesn't destroy the purity within your heart, watching it extinguish itself might be the right path.

A flash of understanding crossed Zhao Zhen's eyes.

Zhang Zhiwei's guidance enlightened him.

I had been trying to completely isolate and suppress the three corpses in pursuit of absolute "stillness," but I ended up doing something inferior.

True "purity" may not be a stagnant pool, but rather like the wind and snow in the mountains, where one remains unmoved despite their comings and goings, with a clear and bright mind that reflects all things without being tainted.

He closed his eyes again, no longer trying to suppress the restlessness in his chest caused by the illusion, but letting it exist, like watching a mountain stream, observing without judging or following.

Gradually, the irritability did not disappear, but it seemed to have lost its foundation and no longer had the same impact on the mind.

(End of this chapter)