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

Tie Lin groaned, staggered back several steps, his face flushed, his blood churning, and for a moment he couldn't muster any energy.

This was only because Wei Xiaobao held back and didn't use his full strength; otherwise, he could have broken Wei Xiaobao's ribs.

"Master, you flatter me."

Wei Xiaobao stopped his stance and stood still, his breathing steady, as if he had only warmed up.

Tie Lin was both surprised and angry, but even more so, he was horrified.

He hadn't expected this seemingly young master to be so skilled in martial arts.

Despite years of dedicated practice in external martial arts, he was utterly defeated by his opponent.

He then realized that the other party was no ordinary person.

After being thoroughly beaten, Master Tielin dared not say another word and retreated to the side, looking dejected.

The other monks, who might have had their own ulterior motives, fell silent in fear upon seeing this.

No one dared to step forward to stop them anymore.

The projected bodies of Wei Xiaobao and Shuang'er, under the personal guidance of Abbot Kongxing, passed through numerous courtyards, bypassed several secluded meditation rooms and pagodas,

They led him to see Master Xinglu, who was practicing asceticism in a more secluded Zen temple in the back mountains.

The abbot remained silent the entire way, only occasionally whispering reminders of the route.

He was clearly aware of the identity of this special "high monk" and understood the significance of Wei Xiaobao's trip.

The monastery was extremely quiet, and the sounds of bells and chanting from the front courtyard could hardly be heard.

Pushing open a half-closed door to the meditation room, the projection of Wei Xiaobao enters a spacious and bright meditation room.

The meditation room was furnished very simply, with only a bed, a table, a futon, and a few scriptures.

Sunlight streamed through the paper windows, casting a soft glow on the polished wooden floor.

A monk sat cross-legged on a prayer mat.

He looked to be in his thirties or forties, in the prime of middle age.

His face was thin and refined, yet one could still vaguely discern the dignified bearing of an emperor in his prime.

Although he looks about 50-60% like Emperor Kangxi, especially in his eyebrows, eyes and facial features.

However, he did not display the same brilliance and high spirits as Emperor Kangxi.

His eyes were extremely calm, even carrying a kind of indifference and compassion that seemed to have seen through the ways of the world, as if nothing in the world could stir up much emotion in his heart.

That is not physical aging, but rather a state of tranquility and transcendence of the mind.

A lingering sadness hung between his brows, but more than that, there was a tranquility that came from "letting go."

"Perhaps this is the state of being about to transcend life and death?"

Wei Xiaobao thought to himself that he had developed a rather indescribable feeling towards this former emperor who had abandoned the throne and entered a Buddhist monastery.

As Wei Xiaobao and Shuang'er were sizing up Shunzhi, Shunzhi also opened his eyes.

His gaze fell calmly on the two people, without joy or sorrow, as if he were looking at two ordinary objects.

He spoke slowly, his voice calm yet carrying an undeniable penetrating power:

"The abbot told me that you two benefactors have come all the way from the capital, specifically requesting to see this humble monk. May I ask what brings you here?"

He did not get up, remaining in his seated posture, his tone polite but distant, clearly unmoved by the special status of the visitor.

The projection of Wei Xiaobao came up and got straight to the point.

He knew there was no point in beating around the bush with such a person.

He stepped forward and took out the letter personally written by Emperor Kangxi from his bosom, his tone solemn:

"Master, I have here a letter from your closest relative, written by hand."

Please refer to the details yourself.

He deliberately emphasized the close relatives and family letters, making it clear that these were not ordinary letters.

The projected Wei Xiaobao gave Shunzhi no time to react; as he spoke, he handed the letter to Shunzhi.

This is a family letter from Emperor Kangxi, a communication between father and son. As an outsider, he should not say too much, nor should he pry into Emperor Shunzhi's first reaction after seeing the letter.

Shunzhi slowly took the letter. His fingers seemed to tremble slightly as they touched the envelope, but he quickly regained his composure.

He opened the envelope, took out the thick letter inside, and began to read it carefully.

The meditation room was completely silent, with only the faint sound of papers turning and the occasional chirping of birds from outside the window.

Wei Xiaobao stood respectfully with his hands at his sides, and Shuang'er stood obediently behind him, not daring to breathe. Time seemed to pass very slowly.

After a long while, Shunzhi finally finished reading the letter.

He didn't speak immediately, but gently folded the letter, put it back in the envelope, and held it in his hand.

A complex and unreadable expression appeared on his face.

There was relief, guilt, longing, and relief; all these emotions intertwined and finally turned into a long sigh.

He looked up and sighed deeply, his voice filled with endless emotion:

"He is better than me. He has the demeanor of a ruler, the talent to govern the country, and a benevolent heart. Entrusting this country to him is the right thing to do."

This sigh seemed to be the unloading of an immense burden, and also a complete farewell to one's past.

Upon hearing Shunzhi's sigh, the projected Wei Xiaobao fell silent for a moment, saying nothing.

He could understand Shunzhi's complicated feelings at that moment, but as a subject, he could not comment on it.

He had simply fulfilled his mission of delivering the family letter.

Shunzhi turned his gaze back to Wei Xiaobao, his eyes regaining their previous calmness, but with a touch more gentleness:

"When you return to the capital, please tell him for me."

He paused, as if carefully choosing his words.

"Treat all people well. If you can do this, you will never increase taxes. If you can do these four words, it will be the greatest filial piety to me and to your ancestors."

"Never increase taxes."

This is an emperor's deepest expectation for his successor.

It is also the most basic compassion for all living beings.

This is no easy task, but it is what a wise ruler should strive for.

Having finished explaining the most important matters, Shunzhi seemed unwilling to discuss further and waved his hand:

"Go back and tell him not to come. Even if he does come, I won't see him."

His tone was resolute and unquestionable, as if severing the last vestige of worldly ties.

This was both for the stability of Kangxi's court and for his own complete renunciation of worldly desires.

The projected Wei Xiaobao then gave Xing Lu some more instructions on what Kangxi wanted him to convey.

It was nothing more than Kangxi's longing, greetings, and assurances that he would govern the country well.

At the same time, Wei Xiaobao, who is projected into the body, does not forget to mention Princess Jianning's longing for her father.

He recalled Jianning's tearful words of advice and said:

"Princess Jianning has also been thinking of you, Master. She asked me to tell you that she misses you very much."

This was, after all, something that Wei Xiaobao, the projection of the character, had personally promised Princess Jianning before leaving the palace.

Upon hearing the name Jianning, and hearing Wei Xiaobao, the projection of the emperor, mention Jianning, a noticeable ripple finally appeared on Shunzhi's usually calm face.

He opened his eyes, a hint of tenderness and guilt flashing in them, as if he were missing his beloved daughter.

But he didn't say anything more. He simply closed his eyes again, waved his hand, and signaled that they could leave.

The emotions revealed in that instant were enough to explain everything.

After completing the tasks assigned by Emperor Kangxi and Princess Jianning, Wei Xiaobao, who had been projected into his physical form, knew that staying any longer would be pointless.

He bowed to Shunzhi's retreating figure, then left the meditation room where Shunzhi was practicing his meditation with Shuang'er.

Stepping out of the Zen temple, a mountain breeze caressed his face, and Wei Xiaobao finally felt a great weight lifted from his heart.

The first important task entrusted to him by Emperor Kangxi has been completed.

Although there were some twists and turns, the process went relatively smoothly.

He glanced at Shuang'er, who was obediently following beside him, and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

The next step is to make a plan on how to approach Shaolin martial arts in a legitimate capacity.

"Let's go, Shuang'er. The abbot has arranged guest rooms for us; let's go and rest first."

As Wei Xiaobao spoke, he took Shuang'er's hand and walked towards the guest room that the abbot had arranged for the two of them.

The first phase of our trip to Qingliang Temple has come to an end.

But for the projection of Wei Xiaobao, the real challenges and opportunities have only just begun.