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

The abbot spoke slowly, proposing a compromise that was also quite meaningful.

"How about this, I will accept you as my disciple on behalf of my late master. In this way, you will be my late master's last disciple and my junior brother."

He explained,

"I am a monk of the Hui generation, and my Dharma name is Huixuan."

According to this seniority, I will give you a Dharma name, Huiqing. What do you think?

The word "晦清" (huìqīng) carries connotations of the first light of dawn and the initial awakening of wisdom.

This fits the context of the emperor becoming a monk and entering the Buddhist order for the first time.

He emphasized the importance of his new identity:

"From then on, in the entire Shaolin Temple, there were only you and this old monk among the monks of the Hui generation."

"You are my junior brother, and in the future, you will hold a prestigious position in Shaolin Temple, where no one will dare to treat you with disrespect."

This is tantamount to elevating Wei Xiaobao to a transcendent position second only to the leader of Shaolin Temple.

Finally, he looked at Wei Xiaobao and asked for his opinion:

"Does Lord Wei have any objections to this arrangement? If there are no objections, the tonsure ceremony may begin."

"Abbot, does that mean that from now on, in the entire Shaolin Temple, besides you, I'll be the most powerful person?"

Upon hearing the abbot's words, the projected Wei Xiaobao was overjoyed; he almost burst out laughing.

But he forced himself to remain calm, only showing a perfectly measured expression of "surprise" and "respect" on his face, and asked to confirm.

The result was even better than he had expected.

"The higher one's status in Shaolin Temple, the more advantageous it is for projecting oneself into Wei Xiaobao."

He quickly calculated in his mind.

A prestigious status means greater freedom of action, higher access to core secrets, and much less resistance.

This was a convenient condition tailor-made for him.

Moreover, the abbot's decision pleased the projection of Wei Xiaobao.

He was satisfied with several things:

"Firstly, being the abbot's junior brother means having a prestigious status among monks, making it easier for you to act, and no one dares to question or obstruct you easily."

"Secondly, the abbot is already in his sixties or seventies, and his master should have passed away long ago."

Wei Xiaobao thought to himself that this was also a point that the projection Wei Xiaobao quite agreed with.

Taking a deceased person as a teacher creates a nominal master-disciple relationship, but in reality, there is no direct teaching or discipline relationship.

Of course, he wasn't gloating over the abbot's passing.

However, the act of becoming an apprentice carries extraordinary significance.

He knew that the master-disciple relationship was an extremely serious causal bond in the martial arts world, in Buddhism, and even in all the myriad realms.

A master has the power to impart knowledge, teach skills, resolve doubts, and even decide life and death for his disciples;

Disciples must respect their masters, abide by the rules of the sect, and serve them with lifelong devotion.

Wei Xiaobao has an increasingly clear understanding of his identity as a "projection body" and a hidden sense of arrogance.

The projected body of Wei Xiaobao was the projection of a peerless powerhouse, and the arrogance originating from the original Wugu resurfaced within him.

"Who among ordinary people can bear the karmic consequences of becoming a disciple of the most powerful beings in the heavens?"

He felt that he was inherently special, and that taking an ordinary person as his teacher might diminish the other person's good fortune.

Or perhaps there will be some unfortunate entanglements in the unseen world.

The idea was a bit far-fetched, but he preferred to believe it was true.

"If at this time, the abbot intends to take the incarnation of Wei Xiaobao as his disciple."

Wei Xiaobao thought to himself that he might have to refuse.

He was unwilling to establish such a profound, subordinate master-disciple relationship with anyone, especially since the other party was just a mortal.

"Now that I've heard the abbot say this, it couldn't be better," Wei Xiaobao thought with relief.

Taking on a disciple on behalf of the master, whose master has passed away, while the senior disciple is the abbot, a man of noble status with freedom of movement, and who doesn't have to bear any substantial master-disciple responsibilities—perfect.

The projected image of Wei Xiaobao glanced at the abbot, a sincere expression of gratitude on his face, and nodded slightly, saying:

"Everything is up to the abbot to decide. This junior has no objection, nor does my junior brother."

He quickly changed his tune, already starting to embody the role of his junior brother.

"it is good."

When Abbot Huixuan saw that Wei Xiaobao agreed, a smile appeared on his face.

He said loudly:

"After you are ordained, Lord Wei, you will be Huiqing, my junior brother."

He specifically emphasized his new identity.

"Bring me a razor," the abbot commanded.

Immediately, a monk standing nearby respectfully brought over a brand-new set of razors that gleamed with a cold light and presented them on a tray.

The fact that Abbot Huixuan would personally shave the head of the projection incarnation Wei Xiaobao is undoubtedly a very high honor and recognition, symbolizing the importance of this matter.

Seeing the sharp razor, seeing the abbot roll up his sleeves, ready to wield it himself,

Shuang'er, who had been standing quietly in the corner of the main hall, trying to make herself as inconspicuous as possible, suddenly had tears welling up in her eyes.

She bit her lip tightly, trying hard not to cry out, but tears still welled up in her eyes.

Young master, you really became a monk? She saw the projection of Wei Xiaobao with his head shaved.

Even though she knew a thousand times in her heart that this was only "temporary" and that the young master would return soon, seeing those strands of black hair falling down and seeing the young master's bald head reflecting in the candlelight, she still couldn't help but feel sad, as if something precious had been forcibly cut off.

Of course, standing behind the projected Wei Xiaobao, she dared not make a sound, and could only silently shed tears, swallowing all her worries and reluctance.

The tonsure process was solemn and dignified.

Abbot Huixuan's technique was skillful; as the blade passed, strands of hair fell one after another.

After the abbot completed his tonsure, a brand new, bald-headed "Huiqing" monk appeared before everyone.

Abbot Huixuan returned the razor to the monk, took a brand-new yellow monk's robe that represented the "Hui" generation, and personally draped it over Wei Xiaobao.

Then the abbot stepped back, his expression becoming extremely solemn once more, and said to Wei Xiaobao in a deep voice:

"Junior brother, your Dharma name is now Huiqing. From this day forward, all monks of this temple who see you must show you respect and bow to you, either as disciples or as peers."

This confirms its superior status.

"Above and below Mount Shaoshi, there are various halls and courtyards such as the Bodhidharma Hall, Prajna Hall, Vinaya Hall, Arhat Hall, Proof Hall, Repentance Hall, and Medicine King Hall."

The abbot listed all the important institutions of Shaolin Temple, even the Sutra Repository. He paused for a moment, gave Wei Xiaobao a meaningful look, and said, "You are free to come and go as you please."

This undoubtedly grants the maximum level of authority.

The Sutra Repository, a treasure trove of Shaolin martial arts classics, has always been heavily guarded. Ordinary disciples are not allowed to enter, and core texts require extremely high privileges or outstanding merits to borrow.

Now that it's completely open to Wei Xiaobao, this trust, or rather, this exchange, is incredibly profound.

After saying this, Abbot Huixuan's gaze was fixed on Wei Xiaobao, seemingly observing his reaction. He spoke in a deep voice, his tone extremely solemn, addressing the projected image of Wei Xiaobao:

"I wonder if you, junior brother, are satisfied with this arrangement?"

This is both an inquiry and a warning, giving you immense convenience and honor.

Countless thoughts raced through Wei Xiaobao's mind in an instant.

Free access to the library was exactly what he had always dreamed of.

The entire process of tonsure, identity verification, authorization, and declaration of prohibition has been completed.

Wei Xiaobao, no, he should now be called "Huiqing" monk, has officially become the abbot's junior brother in Shaolin Temple, a position with extremely special status and great authority.

A new identity, a new starting point, also means that he has officially entered the most crucial stage of his pursuit of martial arts that combines internal and external cultivation.

Ahead lies the vast treasure trove of Shaolin martial arts, a supreme opportunity for cultivating both inner and outer strength.