At the back mountain of Bigwheel Temple.
The sky was covered in snow, and countless snowflakes danced in the air. The air was thin but extremely fresh.
The body of a young monk was simply placed under the pagoda, waiting for the goshawk in the sky to peck at it. It was as if it was welcoming the separation of the old body of the immortal soul and then returning after the transformation in another dimension.
In the distance.
An old monk stood in the heavy snow and stared at the pagoda. He did not move and allowed the snow to fall on his shoulders, unaware of it.
"Sigh! The legacy of Bigwheel Temple was broken just like that. Wu Nan, it's not that I don't want to help you, but that you're too anxious. With just the two of us, how can it be so easy to restore the glory of the Heavenly Dragon Era?”
"Moreover, your aptitude is really too poor. You're not good at Buddhist scriptures or martial arts, but in the end, you still forced yourself to cultivate and caused Qi deviation. It's too late for me to save you.”
"Now, I have a premonition that my life is coming to an end and I will no longer be able to contribute to the Bigwheel Temple. Wu Nan, let us master and disciple reincarnate once again!”
After a while, the old monk sighed.
Looking at the way he walked, anyone could tell that the old monk did not have long to live.
However, at this moment, who in the huge snow mountain would care about them?
Weren't all living beings like this? Birth, old age, illness and death are determined by heaven.
The old monk dragged himself along with difficulty for a while before finally finding an empty space below the young monk and sitting down. Then, he slowly put his hands together and closed his turbid eyes.
"Amitabha!" the old monk whispered.
The night gradually darkened. The strong wind blew, and white snowflakes kept dancing. Soon, the two people below the pagoda were covered in snow.
"Hiss! It's so cold!" The first thing Ba Wang did when he woke up was to shake his body. He quickly stood up and moved his almost stiff body.
"What the hell is this? Where is this place?"
Wang Ba grumbled as he twisted his body up and down, trying his best to restore the heat balance in his body.
"Ding…congratulations to the host for coming to the world of the eight heavenly dragons.”
F * ck! Wang Ba was so shocked that he couldn't even speak. He had been playing Fantasy Westward Journey for the entire night last night. Why did he come to Tian Long World?
Damn it, the system was messing around!
Back in the Heavenly Dragon Era. There was the Great Wheel Wisdom King Jiu Mozhi, who roamed the Central Plains and learned a large number of exquisite martial arts. After experiencing many mortal tribulations, he finally became an eminent monk. From then on, he founded the Snow Mountain Great Wheel and passed it on for more than 200 years.
Unfortunately, the population of Bigwheel Temple was decreasing day by day. In addition, the monks of Bigwheel Temple did not go down the mountain, so they slowly disappeared from everyone's eyes.
Without the injection of fresh blood, the Bigwheel Temple would soon decline. On the other hand, the Tibetan Tantra and other factions.
They were close to the aristocratic families and the royal power of the aristocrats, so they continued to develop and grow. Later on, they slowly formed sects such as the Jingang Sect, the Shaolin Temple in the Western Regions, the New Ningma Sect, the Tantra Sect, the Lamas, and so on.
The identity that Wang Ba had transmigrated to happened to be the last third-generation disciple of the Bigwheel Temple, including the head of the Bigwheel Temple, the Dharma Master.
The original body that he had transmigrated to had extremely poor aptitude, and his martial arts and Buddhist scriptures were half-baked.
Unfortunately, he was arrogant and often wanted to compare himself with the Great Wheel Wisdom King Jiu Mozhi. The result was obvious. Soon, he died of Qi deviation during one of his cultivation.
Coincidentally, the last abbot of the Bigwheel Temple had reached the age limit and was about to die. Therefore, by chance, the last two disciples of the Bigwheel Temple disappeared just like that.
If Wang Ba had not been lucky enough to transmigrate and replace Wu Nan's identity, it was likely that no one would have been able to discover traces of the Bigwheel Temple in the future.
"Sigh, Master, have a safe journey!" Wang Ba's memories flashed through his mind. He glanced at the corpse of the Dharma Master and bowed deeply before walking towards the Bigwheel Temple.
The Bigwheel Temple was built during the Northern Song Dynasty. At that time, it was considered a famous Buddhist temple in Tubo. The number of martial arts scriptures passed down in the temple was extremely large. It was only slightly less than the Shaolin Temple.
Especially during the Heavenly Dragon Era, when the Great Wheel Wisdom King Jiu Mozhi returned to the snow mountain to cultivate in his old age, the number of ultimate techniques in the Great Wheel Temple increased the most.
Among them, such as Xiaoyao Sect's Minor Non-Phase Skill; Shaolin's Tendon Changing Classic, Seventy-two Ultimate Skills, Flaming Saber Technique, Dragon Elephant Wave Technique, and Diamond Evil Divine Technique, which were rarely seen in the outside world and had even lost their inheritance, had a collection here.
These were all the merits of the Great Wheel Deity, which indirectly provided many cultivation options for future generations. Unfortunately, his descendants didn't use these rare techniques. Instead, they all learned from Jiu Mozhi!
The original body that Wang Ba had replaced was a blockhead. He had first tried to cultivate the basics of the Tendon Changing Classic, but he had spent several years without finding any clues. He could only switch to the Dragon Elephant Bo-Ruo Technique in the hope of making progress in another path.
However, reality was cruel. The original body had cultivated for more than ten years and had only reached the third level. He was still far inferior to the second-rate experts in the martial arts world.
If he had switched to other Buddhist cultivation techniques earlier, his original body would have been comparable to a first-class expert by now. Wang Ba shook his head and slowly pushed open the door of the Bigwheel Temple along the route in his memory. Then, he flashed in.
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