In the Sichuan-Tibetan Plateau of Tutu's later generation, the snow mountains were towering into the clouds. There were only a few people on the road, and most of the time, only wild beasts and goshawks were with them!
Ba Wang was wearing a red monk robe and a pair of cloth shoes. He had short hair and was slowly walking down the mountain.
In any case, he was currently well-versed in Buddhism, and it was easy for him to disguise himself as a senior monk.
Moreover, Wang Ba also realized that his identity as a monk was extremely beneficial for his subsequent journey.
The Tibetans were very Buddhist, so whenever they met Wang Ba on the road, they would bow respectfully to him and ask if they wanted to eat vegetarian food.
In the beginning, Wang Ba still felt a little awkward, but as he walked along, he gradually got used to it.
In the vast Tubo Kingdom, the wilderness was vast and sparsely populated. Most of the tribes lived near the mountains, and the distance between the tribes was very far. There were very few large-scale tribes. As a result, there was very little interaction between these tribes.
But monks were different.
Monks often visited Buddhist temples to spread Buddhist culture and insights, bringing hope to the people. Therefore, in Tubo, monks had various occupations. In addition to being Buddhist communicators, they were also priests, doctors, life mentors, and other occupations.
The more proficient a monk was in Buddhism, the more things he was good at.
Wang Ba happened to fulfill these requirements. Be it a doctor, a priest, or a Buddhist culture or martial arts, he was one of the best.
Therefore, wherever Wang Ba went, he would be warmly welcomed by the local aborigines. They regarded him as a virtuous monk and enjoyed many conveniences.
And Wang Ba did not disappoint. He solved all kinds of local troubles at the first moment, practiced medicine, accumulated virtue, and did good deeds. He opened an altar to preach scriptures, did magic…and even offered sacrifices.
Just like that, Wang Ba left and stopped. In the end, he spent two years before he left the Tubo Kingdom and arrived at the Western Regions at the border of the Southern Song Dynasty.
In the desert.
A tall young monk walked slowly on the hot yellow sand.
With every step he took, his body would dash forward several feet, but the fine sand under his feet seemed to not move at all, looking extremely strange.
As the other party's footsteps moved, his figure quickly crossed the endless desert in front of him.
On a certain sand dune, when the monk stepped forward, a gust of wind suddenly rushed out from under his feet. A yellow viper that was as fine as sand revealed its sharp venomous fangs and went straight for the monk's feet.
However, the monk's right foot lightly tapped upwards at an unhurried pace. With a click, it hit the head of the Meadow Viper and sent it flying.
Wang Ba grabbed the Viper's head, completely ignoring the other party's struggle.
"We've finally crossed this desert of death! Looking at the signs of life activity recently, there must be people up ahead.”Wang Ba said lightly as he held Viper.
His expression was calm, and a divine light faintly bloomed in his eyes.
He casually threw it into the distance, and Viper was dragged away by Wang Ba. Then, he once again took a step forward in a certain direction of the desert.
The desert was a long journey, and Wang Ba crossed one desolate and uninhabited area after another.
After half a month, he finally arrived at a small desert oasis and found an inn in a small town.
Wang Ba was travel-worn as he sat at the table and waited for the waiter to serve the dishes.
"Brother, have you heard? Ouyang Feng's poison in White Camel Mountain Village has become even more terrifying recently. Even the experts of Xingxiu Sect have been recruited by him.”A square-faced man whispered.
"Ai, back then, Old Senior Ding was quite powerful, and his poison techniques were at the acme of perfection. Unfortunately, he died a little too early.”The round-faced man sighed.
"What can we do? Times were changing, and even the strongest person would grow old. Ouyang Feng is still on the peak. He is the ruler of the Western Regions. If we want to make a living here, we should talk less. Don't cause trouble for ourselves.”An old man said indifferently.
"Senior Zeng is right. We were too talkative.”
The conversation of the three immediately attracted Wang Ba's attention.
"According to what they said, this place isn't far from White Camel Mountain Village, right? Should he pay Ouyang Feng a visit?”Wang Ba listened for a while before he started to think.
Although Ouyang Feng's character was bad, he was considered a prodigy in this era and had an extremely high talent for martial arts.
Although Wang Ba might not be able to obtain any benefits from Ouyang Feng, it would be good if he could meet him. At the very least, he could understand the poison techniques of ordinary Jianghu. He believed that Ouyang Feng's Sindhi Art would not disappoint him.
Moreover, Wang Ba had always had a question. What was the connection between the Toad Skill that Ouyang Feng practiced and the lost one of the seventy-two ultimate skills of Shaolin Temple? If the two were the same, Wang Ba could use this visit as an excuse to search for one of the seventy-two ultimate skills.
After all, in Bigwheel Temple, the so-called seventy-two ultimate skills only contained twenty-three kinds. Most of the others had been lost!
Wang Ba planned to go to White Camel Mountain Village to take a look after eating.
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