Transmigrating to the Primordial Era as a Peerless Great Witch, Changing Fate in the Primordial Worl

The mountain path was quiet, with only the sound of footsteps and the occasional chirping of birds.

Shuang'er asked Wei Xiaobao, who was projecting his image, with curiosity:

"Young master, you just said you wanted to visit a high-ranking monk, but do you know him?"

She remembered that Wei Xiaobao had told the innkeeper that he was visiting a friend.

The projected image of Wei Xiaobao gently shook his head and remained silent.

He was going to see the Shunzhi Emperor, the current travel expert, whom he certainly knew, but whether the other party recognized him was another matter.

Moreover, this matter is confidential, and he doesn't want to tell Shuang'er too many details.

Seeing Wei Xiaobao shake his head, Shuang'er blinked and asked again:

"Does that high-ranking monk know that you are coming to visit him?"

She thought, since it's a visit, shouldn't I let them know in advance?

The projected Wei Xiaobao looked embarrassed and shook his head again.

He came on a secret imperial decree from Emperor Kangxi, making it a surprise visit; the person on the journey probably had no idea.

Forget about welcoming them; you'd be lucky if you weren't kicked out.

"what?"

Shuang'er opened her mouth slightly, watching Wei Xiaobao shake his head repeatedly, her expression becoming somewhat strange.

"I don't even know what to ask anymore."

Young master, what kind of visit is this? You don't know the other party, you didn't give any prior notice, and you don't even know if anyone will receive you.

Both of them were feeling rather down at the moment.

One was secretly calculating the unknown situation that was about to be faced.

One was puzzled by this inexplicable visit.

But we still have to keep going.

The two held hands and followed the young man who was leading the way in silence, continuing to climb the mountain.

The mountain road became steeper and the forest became denser.

After walking for about two hours, the sun began to set.

The dark-skinned, thin young man finally stopped, pointed to the mountain hollow ahead, and said to Wei Xiaobao and Shuang'er:

"Young master, we've arrived. That temple ahead is Qingliang Temple on Mount Wutai."

A look of relief spread across his face, as if he had completed his task.

The projections of Wei Xiaobao and Shuang'er followed the direction the young man pointed.

Not far ahead, on a relatively flat clearing in the mountains, stood a temple that was not large in scale, but appeared ancient and solemn.

The courtyard walls are bluish-gray, the mountain gate is dark red, and a mottled plaque hangs above the gate with three simple and ancient characters: "Qingliang Temple".

The temple is surrounded by ancient trees, creating an extremely tranquil environment. Only the wisps of cigarette smoke rising from the courtyard add to its otherworldly atmosphere.

Sure enough, he saw a temple, and Wei Xiaobao's eyes lit up, and he felt relieved.

We've finally arrived.

He didn't delay any longer and took out the prepared reward from his pocket.

He took out a small fifty-tael silver note and handed it to the young man who had led the way, instructing him:

"This fifty taels of silver is for your travel expenses. Go down the mountain on your own."

Fifty taels is a huge sum of money for ordinary people, which shows that he is generous.

"Oh, thank you so much, young master. Thank you so much for your generous gift."

The young man immediately took the silver note, his face beaming with joy, and he bent over even lower.

After showering him with flattery and profuse thanks, he happily turned and went down the mountain.

After dismissing the guide, only Wei Xiaobao and Shuang'er remained in front of the mountain gate.

The mountain breeze was exceptionally cool, causing the two of them to flutter their clothes.

Wei Xiaobao took a deep breath to calm his slightly excited and uneasy feelings.

He glanced at Shuang'er beside him, who was also curiously observing the temple.

Then, without hesitation, he took Shuang'er's hand.

With firm steps, I walked toward the tightly closed mountain gate of Qingliang Temple, a symbol of Buddhist purity and royal secrecy.

Taking this step means he will officially step into the center of a vortex involving the former emperor, the current emperor, the purity of Buddhism, and his own martial arts destiny.

What awaits him inside Qingliang Temple?

Did he successfully meet with Shunzhi and fulfill the task entrusted to him by Kangxi?

Or will it encounter resistance, or even danger?

And can we really find clues to the legendary Shaolin martial arts here?

All the answers will be gradually revealed behind that mountain gate.

The projected incarnation of Wei Xiaobao carries an imperial decree, wielding a staff symbolizing his status as an imperial envoy and a secret edict from Emperor Kangxi.

Although it was not publicly announced at the mountain gate,

But when he was led into the temple by the guest monk and explained his purpose to the abbot,

It was also subtly revealed that he was acting on the orders of a nobleman in the capital, and that he had an important family letter that needed to be presented in person to a senior monk of the "Xing" generation at the temple.

The monks of Qingliang Temple naturally dared not neglect their duties.

The abbot, Master Kongxing, was a man of advanced age and profound virtue, possessing extensive knowledge and experience. Observing Wei Xiaobao's composed demeanor, although he did not explicitly state it in his words…

But the underlying royal authority and unquestionable attitude...

This made him instantly realize that the visitor was of extraordinary status and that the person he was looking for was no ordinary person either.

However, not everyone can instantly understand or comply with the pure land of Buddhism.

The temple had a martial arts instructor named "Tie Lin," who was straightforward, hot-tempered, and confident in his martial arts skills.

They also had a natural wariness of any outsider who might disturb the monks' quiet practice, especially the "Walking Master" with a special identity.

He saw that Wei Xiaobao was young and had a beautiful maid with him.

Their words showed a lack of the usual respect for the "traveling master" that one would show to ordinary pilgrims.

Instead, I felt a sense of displeasure because of the equal, even scrutinizing, attitude I had.

When Abbot Kongxing indicated that he could take Wei Xiaobao to see Xinglu...

Master Tielin then jumped out and used grand principles,

They tried to "make things difficult" and obstruct him by using concepts such as monks being detached from worldly affairs, not being disturbed by worldly matters, and not easily meeting outsiders, especially young female benefactors.

His voice boomed like a bell, quoting scriptures and allusions, and his arguments, though somewhat flawed, were attempts to persuade the abbot to change his mind.

Or at least make Wei Xiaobao back down.

An ordinary official or messenger might be rendered speechless by this Buddhist discourse.

Or perhaps it is inconvenient to act out due to the purity of the Buddhist temple.

But Wei Xiaobao, who was projected into the body, naturally wouldn't tolerate it.

He didn't care much about the formalities of Buddhism anyway. This matter was of great importance, so how could he be stopped by a reckless monk?

Moreover, he was currently frustrated by his own martial arts bottleneck, and Tie Lin seemed to have decent skills, so he could use him to stretch his muscles and test his abilities.

This will also serve as a deterrent to the monks of Qingliang Temple, preventing further complications.

Wei Xiaobao didn't say much, but simply addressed Abbot Kongxing in a calm tone:

"Master, I am under imperial command and dare not delay. Since this master has doubts, why don't I spar with him to verify whether Buddhist principles require the use of force?"

His words already carried a sharp edge.

Tie Lin was eager for this opportunity and immediately accepted the challenge upon hearing it.

The two started fighting in the open space in front of the main hall.

Master Tielin practiced Shaolin external martial arts, his fist techniques were fierce and powerful, and he was indeed a formidable fighter in Qingliang Temple.

However, he was facing Wei Xiaobao, whose physical body had reached the peak of the second tier and who had cultivated exquisite skills such as Yin-Yang Fist and Palm.

Wei Xiaobao was determined to establish his authority, so he went all out when he made a move.

He no longer adhered to the fixed moves of Yin-Yang Fist and Palm, but instead incorporated the principles of Yin-Yang harmony and the balance of softness and strength into every punch and palm strike.

His movements were like a dragon in flight, and his footwork was like a ghost. He avoided Tie Lin's powerful and heavy blows, and instead targeted his weak points such as joints, acupoints, and gaps in his power.

Although Tie Lin's boxing style was fierce, it lacked variation. Faced with Wei Xiaobao's exquisite and swift close-quarters combat, he quickly found himself at a disadvantage.

In just over ten moves, Wei Xiaobao spotted an opening and unleashed a move called "Yin Yang Intertwined".

The left palm feigns a deflection, neutralizing the force of the Iron Forest Fist.

His right fist shot out like a venomous dragon emerging from its lair.

Carrying an overwhelming and irresistible force of yang, it slammed into Tie Lin's ribs.