If you die, I will be able to inherit your cultivation.

Not long after Chu Yuan returned to Xiangguo Temple, the monk Yixiu came to visit him.

Since Zhou Ming regained his memory, Monk Ikkyu has been meditating in his own courtyard within the temple and rarely comes out.

Zhou Ming did not go to disturb him, after all, he was not a reincarnated cultivator as he had told the monk Ikkyu.

He knew that too much talk would lead to mistakes, and he wouldn't approach the monk unless the monk Ikkyu sought him out.

That day, the doors and windows of the meditation room were open, and a gentle breeze carrying the fresh scent of the grass and trees in the courtyard slowly flowed in, stirring the half-rolled Buddhist scripture spread out on the table.

Light footsteps came from outside, the steps steady but with an undeniable air of unsteadiness.

Chu Yuan, who was sitting on the futon, slowly opened his eyes upon hearing footsteps and looked toward the door of the meditation room.

Then, the monk Ikkyu slowly walked in. His old gray monk's robe was clean and neat, but it made his figure look even thinner and older.

In this life, he was already old, with deep wrinkles between his brows and eyes, and a sallow and dull complexion.

Without any further pleasantries, the monk Ikkyu stepped into the meditation room, stood firm, and looked directly at Chu Yuan, his tone calm and solemn.

"Benefactor, this old monk is about to pass away. I have come here specifically to bid you farewell."

"Passed away?"

Chu Yuan repeated the two words in a low voice, his eyebrows twitching slightly, his gaze falling intently on the monk Yixiu, carefully examining the other's condition.

He could clearly sense that the monk Ikkyu's life force had been exhausted.

He was surrounded by a thick aura of death, and his appearance of being on his last legs and nearing the end was impossible to conceal.

"That's right. Benefactor, my physical body is, after all, just a mortal being, and it's only natural that my lifespan will eventually run out."

"But this parting between us means that it will be a long time before we meet again, and we don't know when or how many years we will be able to reunite."

"Meeting in this world is fate, and our acquaintance is also a good fate."

"This old monk has nothing of value, but I have something here to offer to you, benefactor."

As soon as he finished speaking, the monk Ikkyu raised his withered and bony right hand, slowly reached into his robes, and took out an ancient scroll of scripture from his inner garment.

The scroll was yellowed and slightly worn at the edges. He held the scroll with both hands, his movements solemn, and slowly handed it to Chu Yuan.

Chu Yuan reached out and took the scroll, his eyes filled with doubt, and asked, "Master, what is this?"

"This scripture should be familiar to you, benefactor."

"In the past, in order to help you repair your damaged spirit, I recited this with you every day."

The monk Ikkyu's gaze was calm, his tone gentle, and he explained slowly, word by word, with a serene and composed expression.

Chu Yuan lowered his head and stared at the scripture in his hand, his expression showing a mixture of emotion and hesitation. He quickly declined.

"Master, this...this item is far too precious; I dare not accept it."

Seeing this, the monk Ikkyu's expression became even more sincere, and he looked at Chu Yuan with a firm gaze.

"Donor, there is no need to refuse. This scroll of scripture was obtained by chance on Earth many years ago."

"I was able to break free from the shackles and escape control entirely thanks to the power of this scripture."

"Giving this to you now may provide some assistance and remove some obstacles on your future path."

Chu Yuan saw that the other party's words were sincere, and his eyes were clear and open.

Since the other party was giving it as a gift sincerely, it would be cliché to refuse repeatedly, so he stopped refusing, put the scroll away with both hands, and then looked at the monk Ikkyu and said in a sincere tone.

"In that case, it would be impolite of me to refuse."

After saying this, he put the scroll into his sleeve, looked up and spoke again, his attitude respectful.

"I will remember your generous gift, Master. Is there anything I can do to help you? I will do my best in any way I can."

Upon hearing this, the monk Ikkyu clasped his hands together in front of his chest, lowered his eyes, and softly uttered "Amitabha," the Buddhist chant deep and solemn.

He looked at Chu Yuan with a hint of admiration and respect in his eyes, and slowly spoke.

"There's no need for you to do this, benefactor. You are willing to stay in this mortal world for decades to protect your few mortal relatives."

"Those who cultivate spend their entire lives pursuing the Great Dao. Their time for cultivation is extremely precious, so they would never linger for mortals."

"They would not care about the birth, aging, sickness, death, separation, reunion, fortune, or misfortune of ordinary people."

"But you, benefactor, are thinking of your loved ones and are willing to put aside your spiritual progress, remain in the mortal world, and plan step by step to take control of the Northern Shu Kingdom, so that your earthly relatives can be protected and elevated to a stable and high position."

"This kindness and character are something even I, an old monk, am ashamed to admit I cannot match."

"Now that we have formed this auspicious bond, my only request is that if we meet again in the future during my reincarnation, and if I encounter any tribulations on my path of cultivation, I earnestly request that you lend me a helping hand and guide me through them."

The monk Ikkyu spoke calmly, but every word came from the bottom of his heart.

The monk Ikkyu held Chu Yuan in extremely high regard. It was because he had personally witnessed Chu Yuan's decades-long dedication to protecting his mortal family that he was convinced that Chu Yuan was kind-hearted and valued his promises.

Upon hearing this, Chu Yuan quickly raised his hand in a gesture of support, waved his hand repeatedly, and showed a humble expression on his face, saying repeatedly.

"Master, you flatter me. I am ashamed."

"The kindness of parents in giving birth to and raising their children is greater than heaven and earth. What we, as children, do is merely our duty as children and is not worth mentioning."

He appeared humble and open-minded, seemingly full of sincerity and gratitude for family ties, but deep down he was calm and clear-headed.

He lingered in this mortal world for decades, not to repay the kindness of being born and raised.

His real purpose in staying at Xiangguo Temple all these years was to stay with the monk Ikkyu and quietly wait for his passing.

He had been plotting for so long, waiting for the monk Ikkyu's time to come so he could uncover the secrets within him.

Moreover, he did not gain nothing during these decades.

With the help of Kui Shun's cheat ability, his cultivation level has also improved a lot.

Now that the monk Ikkyu has taken the initiative to come and say goodbye, and even personally gifted him his most precious scriptures, this is undoubtedly another great opportunity.

Even if Monk Ikkyu hadn't offered the gift today, he would have had ways to access the other person's memories and obtain the scripture and its secrets after the other person passed away.

But nothing compares to the sweetness of a gift personally given by the recipient.

The monk Ikkyu, of course, had no idea what Chu Yuan was thinking. Seeing his humility and politeness, he felt even more favorably toward him. He chanted a Buddhist prayer again in a low voice, looked at Chu Yuan with a peaceful gaze, and whispered his blessing.

"Amitabha Buddha, in this way, I wish you a smooth and successful path on your spiritual journey, free from calamities and difficulties, and that you will ascend to the peak step by step."

After speaking, the monk Ikkyu said no more, nodded slightly, turned and slowly left the meditation room. His steps were still unsteady, but his posture was open and unrestrained.

Once the figure of the monk Ikkyu disappeared from sight, the meditation room returned to silence.

Chu Yuan suppressed all his humility, took out the scriptures from his sleeve, spread them out on the table, and began to carefully read them.

The opening of the scripture was exactly the same as what the monk Ikkyu had recited for him before; the words were identical, and the profound meaning was the same.

However, the latter half of the scripture is quite different, as it contains a large amount of entirely new content that Chu Yuan has never seen before.

Chu Yuan patiently studied each passage, carefully analyzing the newly added meanings of the scriptures, and soon grasped the intricacies of them.

All of these new additions revolve around the true spirit.

It details the mysterious rules of true spirit reincarnation, the secret methods for repairing a damaged true spirit, and even many rare methods for dividing, condensing, and stabilizing a true spirit.

These are all extremely rare spiritual techniques and mysteries in the world.

After reading the entire scripture, Chu Yuan remained calm, without much joy in his heart.

For others, these true spiritual secrets are rare and unparalleled opportunities.

However, for him, who possessed the entire universe, most of the content was useless and could hardly help his cultivation.

Only the complete method of restoring the true spirit is still worth preserving and studying.