Duan Zhengchun transmigrates to Yin Zhiping

"What? Judging from your expression, it seems you don't want to get involved in this mess?"

Liu Chuxuan glanced at Duan Zhengchun and asked hesitantly.

"No, since Master Uncle has already made up his mind, then we should just do as Master Uncle says."

"If there is nothing else, this disciple will take his leave."

Duan Zhengchun shook his head, clasped his hands in a fist salute, said something, and turned to leave the guest room.

Now that Liu Chuxuan had made his decision, there was nothing more he could say. He couldn't expect Liu Chuxuan to obey him as he had ordered Zhao Zhijing.

Following Lin Zhiyuan's directions, Duan Zhengchun arrived at a larger guest room and looked at the group of wounded soldiers on the beds and chairs with a solemn expression.

"Senior Brother Yin..."

Several disciples greeted Duan Zhengchun as he entered.

Liu Chuxuan was right. The injuries of these wounded soldiers were indeed showing signs of worsening. If they were not treated properly, they might not be able to return to Zhongnan Mountain alive.

"Get some rest."

Duan Zhengchun left with a single sentence and walked away.

"Senior Brother Yin, you must be tired from the journey. I've had the kitchen prepare some food and sent it to your room. Have something to eat first."

Lin Zhiyuan followed slowly behind, casually closed the door, and said softly.

Duan Zhengchun nodded and followed Lin Zhiyuan to the room that had been prepared for him. Looking at the food on the table, he immediately felt a great appetite.

Now that Liu Chuxuan and Sun Bu'er have been rescued, there is no need for him to continue issuing orders. Even if something goes wrong, the responsibility will not be his, and Qiu Chuji will not say anything after returning to Zhongnan Mountain.

...

A day later, before sunset, the westward-bound group, following the information they had gathered, arrived at Lingyue Cliff, the location of the Shaolin Temple in the Western Regions, carrying the Buddhist relics.

As soon as they arrived at the mountain gate, they were blocked by several Shaolin monks.

"Amitabha Buddha, this is a pure land of Buddhism. May I ask what brings you here, esteemed benefactors?"

One of the monks slowly stepped forward, put his hands together in prayer, and asked a question.

"Please inform them that we are members of the Quanzhen Sect from the Central Plains. On our way back to the Central Plains, we encountered your temple's disciples being pursued by a heretical cult from the Western Regions. We helped your sect retrieve this item from the heretical cult and have come to deliver it to you."

As Liu Chuxuan spoke, he took out a wooden box from his robes and slowly opened it.

When the monk saw the relic in the box, he was immediately surprised. He hurriedly agreed and turned around to quickly enter the mountain gate.

Not long after, a robust middle-aged monk followed the disciple out of the mountain gate and came closer.

"This humble monk is the abbot of the Bodhidharma Hall in our temple, with the Dharma name Ku Chan. I heard that you encountered our disciples being hunted down by a heretical cult from the Western Regions?!"

The middle-aged monk clasped his hands together and looked worriedly at Liu Chuxuan, who was at the head of the group.

"So you are a high-ranking monk from the Bodhidharma Academy. I am Liu Chuxuan of the Quanzhen Sect of the Central Plains, with the Taoist name Changshengzi. A few days ago, on my way back to the Central Plains, I happened to witness your temple's disciples being besieged by a heretical cult. This item must be very important to your temple, right?"

Liu Chuxuan clasped his hands in a salute, then presented the wooden box with both hands.

Ku Chan hurriedly bowed and accepted the wooden box, then asked, "So it's Master Liu. May I ask if you know the whereabouts of my temple's disciples?"

Liu Chuxuan sighed and shook his head, saying helplessly, "To be honest, Master, those heretical cultists had already been driven away by my nephew, but we didn't expect that a day later we would find that all of your temple's disciples had died tragically in the mountains."

"Our Quanzhen Sect has a deep connection with Shaolin Temple, so my nephew found that group of heretical madmen and helped your temple retrieve this item from their hands. Today, we are returning it to you in perfect condition."

"Unfortunately, those disciples of your temple have already..."

Upon hearing this, Ku Chan looked grief-stricken, clutching the wooden box in his hand tightly. He shook his head helplessly, then bowed deeply, put his hands together, and said, "Thank you all for your righteous help. My abbot would like to invite you distinguished guests to the temple to meet and express his gratitude in person."

Liu Chuxuan nodded in agreement, turned around to look at everyone, and followed Ku Chan slowly up the stone steps and into the mountain gate.

Duan Zhengchun walked at the very back, looking at the not-so-grand temple in front of him, and couldn't help but recall the Shaolin Temple battle he had experienced in his previous life.

Then he thought of his son Duan Yu, who had been disobedient since childhood and always dreamed of venturing into the martial world, and his wife who had always been by his side. All sorts of memories from the past flooded his mind at once, and he couldn't help but shake his head and sigh.

A moment later, the group, led by Ku Chan, arrived at a grand hall.

A kind-faced high monk sat in the main hall. When he saw people enter the hall, he slowly stood up and looked at the unfamiliar Liu Chuxuan and others.

"Senior brother, the relics have been retrieved by the benefactors, but those disciples have... met with a terrible fate..."

Ku Chan quickly approached, handing the wooden box to the high monk while shaking his head with a sorrowful expression.

The high monk's expression changed slightly. He slowly reached out and took the wooden box, opening it and glancing inside before letting out a helpless sigh.

"I am Liu Chuxuan of the Quanzhen Sect of the Central Plains, with the Taoist name Changshengzi. I greet you, Master."

Liu Chuxuan clasped his hands in a salute and introduced himself.

The high monk closed the wooden box and handed it to Ku Chan beside him. He put his hands together and said, "Amitabha. So you are a fellow Daoist from the Quanzhen School. My Dharma name is Ku Hui, and I am the abbot of this temple."

"Thank you for personally returning this item. Our entire temple is deeply grateful."

Liu Chuxuan said, "Master, you don't need to be so polite. It was just a small favor. It's a pity we couldn't arrive in time. By the time we got there, your disciples had already been killed."

Ku Hui shook his head helplessly and said slowly, "This matter has nothing to do with you. The fact that you were able to recover this item is already a great favor to our temple."

"May I ask, which benefactor retrieved this item?"

"Zhiping".

Liu Chuxuan turned around and glanced behind him, then called out Duan Zhengchun's name again.

As the words fell, Duan Zhengchun slowly walked out from the back of the crowd, casually cupped his fists towards Abbot Ku Hui, and said, "It is I, but Master, you don't need to take it to heart. It was just a small favor. Besides, I didn't initially intend to help your sect retrieve the contents of the brocade box. I just felt that those madmen were too cruel and ruthless."

"I have always hated evil and will eliminate it whenever I encounter it!"

Upon hearing Duan Zhengchun's straightforward answer, Abbot Ku Hui was visibly taken aback and couldn't help but scrutinize Duan Zhengchun closely.

"Zhiping..."

Seemingly feeling that Duan Zhengchun had said a bit too much, Liu Chuxuan quickly offered a reminder and gently shook his head in acknowledgment.

He was thinking of staying at the temple for a while, but Duan Zhengchun's answer would probably disrupt his plans.

"In any case, this humble monk must thank you for your righteous help. Without you, this item would probably have been taken away by those madmen."

Abbot Ku Hui nodded slightly and looked at Duan Zhengchun with a serious expression.

Liu Chuxuan clasped his hands in a fist salute and said, "My nephew here has always been outspoken. If he has offended you, please forgive him, Master."

Ku Hui shook his head and said, "Young benefactor, you are so frank and open-minded. Not everyone can do that. I admire you more than anything, so how could I mind?"

Upon hearing this, Liu Chuxuan blushed and quickly changed the subject, saying, "Master, if I'm not mistaken, the item in that box should be a relic, right?"

"Although this item is considered a treasure by Buddhism, it is useless to other sects. Why would a heretical cult be so interested in it and be willing to do anything to obtain it?"

"Furthermore, what is the background of those people? Do they have some grudge against your temple?"

Abbot Ku Hui sighed and slowly said, "If I'm not mistaken, the people you encountered should be from the Blood Demon Holy Sect. This sect is an evil cult in the Western Regions, committing all kinds of evil deeds. It represents all evil forces in the martial arts world of the Western Regions, and all its members are vicious and wicked!"

"This temple is a pure land of Buddhism, and Buddhism is compassionate. It also represents the righteous path of the world, which naturally goes against the doctrines they uphold! The reason they are doing this is to oppose the righteous path and try to prove their status in the martial arts world of the Western Regions!"

"This way they can bewitch more people into becoming their puppets, and then use evil magic to control everyone in the martial arts world!"

After hearing Abbot Ku Hui's answer, everyone finally understood and felt even more disgusted with this cult.

Duan Zhengchun said nothing more. While Liu Chuxuan and Ku Hui were talking, he silently returned to the back of the crowd, leaned against a pillar, and gazed at the gradually darkening sky outside the hall, lost in thought...