Duan Zhengchun transmigrates to Yin Zhiping

Chapter 249 Revisiting the Shaolin Temple in the Western Regions

Half a month later.

Duan Zhengchun, alone on horseback, wearing a bamboo hat and riding a white horse, slowly entered the desolate city and stopped at the entrance of the desolate city branch.

"Duan Lang!"

Having already received the news, Li Mochou was waiting at the entrance of the branch headquarters. When she saw Duan Zhengchun appear, she immediately went up to him and took his reins.

Duan Zhengchun, looking travel-worn, dismounted, smiled at Li Mochou and Hong Lingbo, and walked straight inside.

After handing the reins to Hong Lingbo, Li Mochou immediately followed him into the branch headquarters and took Duan Zhengchun to her residence.

Looking exhausted, Duan Zhengchun slowly sat down in a chair, untied the wine gourd from his waist, tilted his head back and took a few big gulps, which relieved his fatigue a little.

"Duan Lang, I have already ordered people to prepare wine and food. You must be tired from your journey."

"The hot water will be ready soon. Take a shower first, and then fill your stomach."

Li Mochou slowly approached Duan Zhengchun from behind, massaging him as she spoke softly.

"Any news from the Vajra Sect?"

Duan Zhengchun closed his eyes comfortably and asked a question in a low voice.

"I have sent people to infiltrate the vicinity of Zixia Peak and have been closely monitoring the Vajra Sect. So far, the Vajra Sect has not made any unusual moves."

Li Mochou frowned and answered softly, a hint of self-reproach and guilt showing between her brows.

Ever since she heard the news that the Vajra Sect colluded with martial arts sects in the Central Plains to attack the Quanzhen Sect and assassinate Duan Zhengchun, she has been blaming herself.

She felt that it was due to her negligence that she had failed to discover that the Vajra Sect had sent so many experts to infiltrate the Central Plains undetected; otherwise, the calamity that befell the Quanzhen Sect would never have happened.

"sorry..."

After a moment's hesitation, Li Mochou finally couldn't help but admit her mistake in person.

"The fault is not yours, why blame yourself?"

"If the Vajra Sect was determined to kill me, how could word of it have leaked out?"

"Moreover, this shows that the Wasteland City branch should have been exposed, which is why you didn't receive any prior notice."

"That's good, it makes me even more determined to wipe them out in one fell swoop!"

Duan Zhengchun smiled, reached out and took Li Mochou's hand that was resting on his shoulder, and gently comforted her.

Li Mochou nodded silently, saying nothing more, but she secretly made up her mind that no matter what Duan Zhengchun did, she would do her best, regardless of life or death!

Two days later.

Duan Zhengchun set off again with Li Mochou, leaving the desolate city of Muye and officially entering the Western Regions.

Hong Lingbo had led all the members of the Huangcheng branch to leave a day earlier and secretly head to Zixia Peak.

This is a great war that is destined to end only when one side is wiped out!

...

Three more days passed.

Duan Zhengchun and Li Mochou suddenly changed their direction of travel on their way to the Vajra Sect.

"Duan Lang, isn't this the road to Zixia Peak?"

Sitting in front of Duan Zhengchun, Li Mochou frowned and raised her voice in confusion to ask a question.

"Before heading to Zixia Peak, I need to go to another place first."

Duan Zhengchun answered as he rode his horse at full speed.

"where to?"

Li Mochou was puzzled.

"Lingyue Cliff, a desert forest in the Western Regions."

Duan Zhengchun smiled and said that he remembered a promise he made ten years ago.

After he rescued Liu Chuxuan and Sun Bu'er from the Vajra Sect, he stayed temporarily at Lingyue Cliff. At that time, he made a promise with Abbot Ku Hui of the Western Region Shaolin Temple that when he soared into the sky, he would definitely return to the Western Region Shaolin Temple and drink three hundred cups with Abbot Ku Hui!

Now that he has become the best in the world and has no rivals, the time has come.

Several hours later, Duan Zhengchun led Li Mochou to Lingyue Cliff and arrived at the Western Region Shaolin Temple.

Duan Zhengchun, revisiting this place, was in a completely different state of mind than he had been back then. Looking at the ancient temple before him, he couldn't help but feel a myriad of emotions.

"Amitabha..."

"Benefactor Duan, how have you been?"

Just then, a deep voice rang out, and Abbot Ku Hui, surrounded by a group of disciples, strode out of the temple gate and hurried forward to greet them.

It was especially heartwarming to see old friends again.

"Master, it's been a long time!"

Duan Zhengchun clasped his hands in a salute and greeted Ku Hui, who had come closer, with a smile.

"It's been ten years since we last met. I never imagined that Benefactor Duan would become even more extraordinary, displaying the demeanor of a master in every gesture!"

"It seems that the rumors I heard about Benefactor Duan in the past were all true?"

"Have you truly become the foremost of the Five Great Masters of the World?!"

Ku Hui looked at Duan Zhengchun and asked him with some excitement.

Monks should not speak or act in such a way, but he never expected that his casual remark would actually come true, and Duan Zhengchun would actually become a remarkable person!

"This is all thanks to the master's auspicious words, so I made a special trip to keep the appointment when I passed through Lingyue Cliff on my way to the Western Regions."

"Does the master still remember the promise we made back then?"

Duan Zhengchun smiled and asked slowly.

"Of course!"

"Back then, you said that when you soar through the heavens one day, you would return to Lingyue Cliff and drink three hundred cups of wine with this humble monk!"

"I just didn't expect that you would accomplish all this in just ten years!"

Ku Hui nodded vigorously, his face full of disbelief.

"Master, you flatter me. I've just always been lucky."

Duan Zhengchun smiled and shook his head, then suddenly felt a little embarrassed.

With a smile, Ku Hui immediately invited Duan Zhengchun and Li Mochou into the Shaolin Temple.

Because Shaolin Temple had the same strict rules as the Quanzhen School, Master Ku Hui sent someone to find a place for Duan Zhengchun and Li Mochou to stay in the back mountain for the time being.

In the evening, Ku Hui personally led people to deliver the wine and food to his residence.

After dinner, Duan Zhengchun and Ku Hui went to the pavilion where they had a deep conversation ten years ago. After sitting down opposite each other, Ku Hui personally poured Duan Zhengchun a cup of wine, while he himself toasted Duan Zhengchun with tea instead of wine.

"Shaolin Temple has strict rules. In order to keep his promise, the master specially asked someone to buy wine. Won't this break the rules of Shaolin Temple?"

After Duan Zhengchun tilted his head back and drank the wine in his cup in one gulp, he asked a question with a smile.

"Even so, since I made a promise to Benefactor Duan back then, this humble monk must keep his word."

"Moreover, to be honest, I had someone buy these wines five years ago and have been burying them under the old locust tree in the backyard of the temple, just waiting for the day when you return to this place."

Ku Hui smiled and said seriously.

Five years ago, news of Duan Zhengchun's deeds had already spread to the Western Regions. At that time, Ku Hui had already predicted that given time, Duan Zhengchun would surely become a great man.

He originally planned to bury these wines for twenty years and retrieve them when Duan Zhengchun returned, but unexpectedly, they were retrieved fifteen years earlier!

Although he already knew that Duan Zhengchun's original identity was Yin Zhiping, a disciple of the Quanzhen Sect, he still habitually addressed Duan Zhengchun as Benefactor Duan.

"It's really a good wine!"

Upon hearing this, Duan Zhengchun no longer stood on ceremony and downed three large cups in succession, unable to resist praising it.

Not to be outdone, Master Ku Hui responded to Duan Zhengchun's every cup of wine with three cups of tea.

Two friends, despite their age difference, were both impressed by each other's demeanor and held each other in high esteem, even though they ate different things.

"I wonder if Benefactor Duan has any other business in mind upon returning to the Western Regions?"

After a few rounds of drinks, Ku Hui asked a question hesitantly.

In fact, when Ku Hui saw Li Mochou today, she had already sensed something from Li Mochou's worried expression and knew that Duan Zhengchun was not just there to keep an appointment.

"The Vajra Sect is colluding with the martial arts world of the Central Plains, intending to harm the Quanzhen Sect. It is utterly despicable!"

"Therefore, my purpose in coming to the Western Regions this time is to visit Zixia Peak and completely eradicate this evil sect!"

Duan Zhengchun paused for a moment, then poured the wine and said something casually.

Upon hearing this, Ku Hui, who had just picked up her teacup, suddenly paused, her hand instinctively stopping, and her expression becoming somewhat solemn.

"Even a master has something on his mind?"

Seeing Ku Hui's reaction, Duan Zhengchun couldn't help but press for more information.

"To be honest, Benefactor Duan, this humble monk has already ascertained that the Fire Attack Monk who fled from Mount Song and infiltrated the Western Regions was none other than the leader of the Vajra Sect!"

"Moreover, this humble monk once tried to send disciples to gather information, but of the dozens sent, only one escaped alive!"

Ku Hui sighed and said with some helplessness.

Upon hearing this, Duan Zhengchun raised an eyebrow, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes...