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

This thought made Shuang'er panic.

Young master, you are so good, so capable, and so young. How could you become a monk?

The thought of the young master with his shaved head, wearing a cassock and chanting sutras while striking a wooden fish made Shuang'er feel a tightness in her chest.

More importantly, what would happen to her, the maid, if the young master became a monk?

The young master promised the third young mistress that he would treat her well.

The projected Wei Xiaobao did not answer immediately.

Looking at Shuang'er's pale, tearful face and her large eyes filled with panic, reluctance, and even a hint of despair, a mischievous thought suddenly arose in his heart, and he also wanted to test the girl's reaction.

He deliberately looked at Shuang'er with a smile, a half-smile playing on his lips.

He neither admitted nor denied it, but simply watched her quietly.

When Shuang'er saw that the projection of Wei Xiaobao didn't respond but just smiled at her, her heart skipped a beat.

She thought she had guessed correctly, and that the young master had tacitly agreed.

She immediately burst into tears, her voice trembling with distress, as tears streamed down her face like broken pearls. Her voice was choked with sobs, filled with both anxiety and sorrow.

"Young master, you are so young, how could you possibly become a monk?"

She grabbed Wei Xiaobao's sleeve, as if afraid he would disappear immediately.

"Young master, don't you want Shuang'er anymore? If you become a monk, what will happen to Shuang'er all alone?"

She became increasingly distressed as she spoke, thinking about how she had just left her familiar farmhouse and followed this new master, full of hope that the future would be different.

But in the blink of an eye, she was about to be abandoned. After saying this, her tears flowed even more fiercely, and she cried so hard that her face was covered in tears, making her look pitiful.

"Shuang'er, why are you crying?"

Seeing Shuang'er crying so sadly, Wei Xiaobao, the projection of the character, widened his eyes. He hadn't expected the girl to react so strongly, crying so easily.

Seeing Shuang'er's strong reaction, Wei Xiaobao realized that his silence and "mischievous smile" had caused Shuang'er to misunderstand.

Moreover, the misunderstanding was quite deep.

This girl actually believed she was going to become a monk, and was so worried about being abandoned that she was heartbroken like this.

The mischievous thought in my heart vanished instantly, replaced by heartache and a touch of apology.

He quickly put down his chopsticks, reached out to wipe Shuang'er's tears, but then thought it inappropriate and gently patted her back instead.

The projected form of Wei Xiaobao hurriedly comforted him:

"Oh, silly girl, stop crying. When did I ever say I didn't want you anymore?"

His tone was tinged with helplessness and indulgence.

"You're so cute, so well-behaved, so obedient, and so good to me. How could I bear to leave you? I'd love to cherish you."

He racked his brains for comforting words.

Seeing that Shuang'er's crying had subsided and she looked at him with teary eyes, Wei Xiaobao quickly explained:

"My talk of becoming a monk at Shaolin Temple is only temporary. It's just a pretense to deceive others."

He emphasized the word "temporary".

"I need to use the identity of a monk to do something very important and very secret. And even if I temporarily become a monk, it won't be at Qingliang Temple, but at Shaolin Temple on Mount Song."

He lowered his voice, his expression serious.

"Once this matter is settled, I will immediately leave Shaolin Temple on Mount Song and return to secular life, and go back to doing whatever I used to do."

He patted his chest, emphasizing his words:

"I, Wei Xiaobao, am greedy for money and lustful. I mean, I am still attached to worldly affairs and have lofty ambitions, but I have no awareness of seeing through the illusions of the world."

It's even less likely that he would want to be a monk for the rest of his life.

You can rest assured.

"Huh? Really? Really?"

Upon hearing the explanation from the projection of Wei Xiaobao, Shuang'er immediately "revealed a glimmer of hope." Tears still clung to her eyelashes, but the despair and sadness in her eyes had largely dissipated.

She sniffed and asked again, uncertainly.

"Of course it's real. More real than real gold."

Wei Xiaobao answered decisively, looking at Shuang'er's clearly aggrieved and frightened expression.

Yet, because of one sentence from him, she rekindled her hope and asked questions obediently. Her well-behaved and sensible appearance made Wei Xiaobao, who was projecting her body, feel very sorry for her.

This girl is too easy to fool and too trusting of him.

He continued to soothe the situation gently and offered specific arrangements:

"I'm going to Shaolin Temple this time on official business, so it may take some time."

He thought for a moment and gave a rough time.

"I'll stay at Shaolin Temple for two or three months at most, get things done, and come back once I get what I want."

He tried to make his tone sound relaxed and confident.

"Um"

Shuang'er sniffed and wiped her face haphazardly with her sleeve. Although her eyes were still red, she had finally stopped crying.

She looked at Wei Xiaobao and said in a soft but firm voice:

"Then, young master, please don't lie to me. You can never abandon me. Shuang'er, Shuang'er will be obedient."

Her dependence and trust were unconditional.

"Of course, I promise you."

Wei Xiaobao immediately assured him, his heart warming slightly at this unwavering trust.

He secretly reminded himself that he could no longer make such jokes casually. This girl looked gentle, but she was very thoughtful and seemed to have developed deep feelings for him.

Shuang'er has a gentle personality and a chick-like dependence and trust in Wei Xiaobao.

The misunderstanding was cleared up, and the atmosphere became harmonious again.

Wei Xiaobao breathed a sigh of relief and began to focus on his meal while planning his schedule for tomorrow.

The projection of Wei Xiaobao did not linger at the inn.

The next morning, everything was arranged, and it was nearly noon.

Wei Xiaobao changed into a set of clothes suitable for mountain climbing and carried a simple bundle on his back.

Then, taking Shuang'er out of the inn, the two of them did not ride horses, but headed straight for Mount Wutai.

Mount Wutai truly deserves its reputation as a famous Buddhist mountain.

From a distance, the mountains appear majestic, with five peaks rising high.

Like five giant fingers reaching towards the sky, or like five enormous lotus petals, they stretch and undulate, creating a magnificent spectacle.

The mountain is covered with lush pine and cypress trees, shrouded in mist, and the faint sounds of bells and chanting can be heard from time to time, inspiring a sense of solemnity.

They did not take the wide main road that ordinary pilgrims usually take.

Instead, they chose a relatively secluded mountain path.

The road is winding and rugged, but the scenery is even more serene.

Wei Xiaobao spent a little silver to hire a dark-skinned, thin young man at the crossroads who seemed familiar with the mountain roads as a guide.

Led by a dark-skinned, thin young man, Wei Xiaobao, holding Shuang'er's small hand, climbed Mount Wutai.

The mountain path was difficult to traverse, but both of them were skilled in martial arts, so it wasn't too strenuous for them.

Shuang'er let Wei Xiaobao lead her, her little face flushed, whether from the fatigue of climbing the mountain or from shyness, it was hard to tell.

Their goal was clear: to head straight for one of their destinations, "Qingliang Temple".