Duan Zhengchun transmigrates to Yin Zhiping

After listening to Abbot Ku Hui's words, Duan Zhengchun was moved. Recalling the various experiences he had gone through after his rebirth, as well as the various challenges he might face in the future, a relaxed and relieved smile gradually appeared on his lips.

"Then I'll take your kind words, Master! In seven days at most, I will leave this place with my fellow disciples. If I can truly soar through the heavens one day, I will definitely return here and drink three hundred cups with you!"

After a moment of contemplation, Duan Zhengchun slowly turned around, faced Abbot Ku Hui, bowed and clasped his hands in greeting, said sincerely, and then left.

"When that time comes, I will certainly use tea instead of wine and drink with you until we are completely drunk."

Ku Hui smiled and answered without turning her head, gazing at the distant clouds and mist, as if she had suddenly come to understand many things.

With a smile on his face, Duan Zhengchun walked towards his residence, tilting his head back to drink. Overwhelmed with emotion and poetic inspiration, he raised his voice and composed a poem.

"Worldly affairs dissipate like smoke in the sky, but my heart remains open and my ambition remains proud."

"Severing past transgressions, the boat leaps across the sea; borrowing the joy of riding the wind with a sword."

"This time, I care not for glory or decline, but roam freely to the ends of the earth!"

After reciting the poem, the person had already gone far away.

"What a beautiful poem! What wonderful lines!"

Ku Hui sat alone on the stone bench, listening to the voices behind him, and couldn't help but praise them.

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"Senior Brother Yin, where have you been?"

Upon returning to his residence, Duan Zhengchun immediately spotted Lin Zhiyuan pacing back and forth at the door.

Upon seeing Duan Zhengchun finally return, Lin Zhiyuan hurriedly came forward, his face full of curiosity.

"Feeling down, I went for a walk."

"Is something wrong?"

As Duan Zhengchun spoke, he pushed open the door and entered the room. He casually tossed the wine gourd onto the table, then lay down on the bed, becoming drowsy.

"Just now, Senior Brother Liu and Senior Uncle Sun called Senior Brother over. I don't know what they talked about, but it took a while before Senior Brother came out."

"Since our senior brother came back this time, everyone has noticed that he seems to be a little different from before. He no longer orders his fellow disciples around to do this or that, and he no longer speaks ill of Senior Brother Yin behind his back."

"When he led his men to look for Senior Brother Yin, did something happen?"

Lin Zhiyuan slowly approached and asked in a low voice.

"Nothing happened, don't worry about it. You should go back and rest early. You don't need to keep an eye on those two anymore."

Duan Zhengchun casually replied, then turned over and slowly closed his eyes.

If he guessed correctly, Liu Chuxuan and Sun Bu'er were probably asking Zhao Zhijing about their own affairs, which were likely related to their amnesia and improved martial arts skills.

But he had warned Zhao Zhijing beforehand that he would never dare to speak recklessly again.

Lin Zhiyuan agreed, silently put away the empty wine gourd on the table, and gently closed the door before leaving.

Two days later.

Inside the pavilion on the back cliff, Duan Zhengchun and Abbot Ku Hui sat facing each other. A chessboard was placed on the stone table, and the two played chess while sipping tea.

After spending the last two days together, the two people, who were originally complete strangers and from vastly different backgrounds, gradually became acquainted and are now close friends who can talk about anything.

"I never imagined that Benefactor Yin's chess skills were so superb. It's truly remarkable."

As Abbot Ku Hui placed his piece, he smiled and offered a word of praise.

He had already lost several games in a row. Duan Zhengchun's moves were shrewd and experienced, giving him no chance to turn the tide.

"You flatter me, Master. I just had too many idle days in the past, and this was the only way I could kill time. Playing chess is like practicing martial arts; the deeper you study it, the more proficient you will become."

Duan Zhengchun smiled, surveyed the entire game, and quickly placed a piece.

"That's true, but if Benefactor Yin weren't exceptionally talented, he would never have been able to reach his current level."

Abbot Ku Hui nodded, still full of praise.

Duan Zhengchun smiled and didn't explain much. The reason why his chess skills were so outstanding was simply because his elder brother, the emperor, often dragged him to play chess when he was young, but he always lost.

He was not one to admit defeat, so over time he improved his chess skills and eventually defeated his elder brother.

After a long while, Abbot Ku Hui finally conceded defeat after losing another round.

Duan Zhengchun showed no trace of victor's pride. He personally poured a cup of tea for Abbot Ku Hui, gestured for him to drink, and then took a sip with a smile.

Since finishing his wine, he has started drinking tea, just like Abbot Ku Hui.

Although there was no wine to satisfy, I must say the tea here was indeed excellent, a top-quality tea that rivaled the tribute tea from the Dali Imperial Palace.

"We owe a great debt to Benefactor Yin and the people of your esteemed sect for their help in what happened before. As a token of our gratitude, this old monk has decided to lend you this book so that you may pass the time when you have nothing else to do."

As Abbot Ku Hui spoke, he took out a book wrapped tightly in cloth from his bosom and slowly placed it in front of Duan Zhengchun.

"As I have already said, it was nothing more than a small favor, and I did not intend to help at the time. It was all just a lucky accident. Why does the master keep saying thank you?"

Duan Zhengchun shook his head helplessly and said with a wry smile.

“Benefactor Yin may take it as an unintentional act of assistance, but this old monk cannot take it for granted. After hearing about the Vajra Sect from Benefactor Yin, this old monk feels that they are no different from the Blood Demon Holy Sect.”

"Since Benefactor Yin has always avoided associating with evil, perhaps this book can help you. I only hope that there will be more people like you in the world, and I also hope that you will be safe and sound in the future."

Abbot Ku Hui looked at Duan Zhengchun and spoke earnestly.

Seeing Abbot Ku Hui's persistence, Duan Zhengchun stopped being polite, nodded, and slowly lifted the yellow cloth covering the books. Then, he couldn't help but widen his eyes.

"The Yi Jin Jing?!"

The book wrapped in yellow cloth is none other than the supreme mental cultivation manual of Shaolin Temple, the Yi Jin Jing!

Duan Zhengchun never expected that Abbot Ku Hui would actually lend him the Yi Jin Jing as a book for leisure to express his gratitude!

"Master, isn't this gift a bit too much?"

Duan Zhengchun held the Yi Jin Jing in his hands as if it were a priceless treasure, and looked up at Abbot Ku Hui with some surprise.

This is a unique internal martial arts manual of Shaolin Temple, which has always been passed down only to insiders. Even among the temple's disciples, it is not something that just anyone can practice. Yet now, Abbot Ku Hui has entrusted it to him.

Abbot Ku Hui said frankly, "Although I have not known Benefactor Yin for long, I know that Benefactor Yin will surely become a hero in the future. What is a book of Yi Jin Jing compared to someone like Benefactor Yin who takes it upon himself to punish evil and eliminate wickedness?"

"However, this book is a copy. The original is in Shaolin Temple in the Central Plains. This is a copy that I wrote down myself. Since Benefactor Yin has decided to stay for only seven days, I will lend this book to you today."

"You only have five days. How much you can comprehend depends on your own talent. If there is anything you don't understand, please figure it out yourself. I will not explain it in detail."

"This mental cultivation method has the effect of cleansing the marrow and strengthening the foundation of life, just like the I Ching. If you can understand even a little bit of it, you will surely increase your power greatly. I hope that you will have the world in your heart and uphold justice in the future."

Duan Zhengchun nodded gratefully, slowly turned to the first page of the book, and began to study it carefully, quickly becoming engrossed in it.

Five days passed quickly. During this time, Duan Zhengchun locked himself in his room and told Lin Zhiyuan that he would not see anyone.

Every mealtime, Lin Zhiyuan would deliver the food to his room door without disturbing him.

Liu Chuxuan and Sun Bu'er asked Lin Zhiyuan many times, but Lin Zhiyuan didn't know how to answer because he himself didn't know what had happened, and there was no sound from the room all day long.

Since today was the day to leave Shaolin Temple and set off again, Lin Zhiyuan, under Liu Chuxuan's orders, finally mustered up the courage to knock on Duan Zhengchun's door.

"dong dong dong..."

Hearing the knock on the door, Duan Zhengchun, who was fast asleep, slowly opened his eyes, responded with a sound, and stretched and yawned.

He had been working day and night for the past few days, barely sleeping at all, but even so, he never felt tired and instead became more and more energetic.

Not long after, Duan Zhengchun got dressed and opened the door.

"Senior Brother Yin, you've finally shown yourself! What have you been doing inside these past few days?!"

Lin Zhiyuan looked surprised and asked curiously while peering into the house, but after looking for a long time, he found nothing.

"Where are my senior uncles? Have they packed their luggage?"

Duan Zhengchun smiled and asked a question that avoided the main point.

“I’ve been prepared for a long time and am already waiting outside the mountain gate. I’ve been ordered to call you several times already. If I still can’t wake you up, my senior master will probably get angry.”

Lin Zhiyuan replied with a bitter face.

"I have some matters to attend to with Abbot Ku Hui. Please tell my senior brother that I will be there soon."

Duan Zhengchun patted Lin Zhiyuan on the shoulder, strode out the door, and headed straight for the meditation room where Abbot Ku Hui was.

Lin Zhiyuan gave a blank reply, scratched his head, and quickly headed towards the mountain gate to report...