Rise of the blood elves

438【White Tiger Temple】

The cold rain is pouring, and in the rain, the vast alpine permafrost plains of Kun-Lai Mountain stretch as far as the eye can see, with snow-capped mountains looming in the distance and stretching endlessly.

The clouds and mist are rolling, flowing down from every mountain ridge, like rolling waves, and the scenery is picturesque.

A strong wind blew in his face. Angmar was wearing a fat pandaren cotton and linen winter coat with a raincoat outside, and a martial arts stick tied to his back. He was riding on the back of an auspicious dragon in the clouds.His saddle is a specially made large saddle that can carry three people. In front is the rider responsible for controlling the Xianglong, and behind him is Commander Fang who is traveling with him.

Wan Hua, the daughter of the master monk Wan Rong, was riding on the back of another auspicious dragon controlled by a rider, just behind him.In addition, there are also three flying dragons guarding the left and right sides, making the formation quite large.

The coir raincoat was made of rain-proof coir raindrops. The icy rain fell on the front and was blown into the collar by the oncoming strong wind, making it very cold.The legs exposed outside the cover of the raincoat have already been wet by the raindrops, and the cold wind blows, freezing the heart.

Ever since he learned to use various spells to block rain and cold wind when he was a teenager, Angmar has never experienced this feeling again.There were clearly two huge energies present, and the Sunwell Essence was still emitting warmth as always, but the skin and fingers were still frozen, which felt quite weird.In a daze, he seemed to have returned to his childhood when the memory of his previous life had just awakened. He was at a loss and deeply panicked about the coming crisis of extinction.Learning magic is purely to explore the mysteries of space and find a way to return home.

The flight lasted for a long time, and finally after crossing a mountain range that blocked the line of sight, we saw a group of towering temples at the end of our line of sight.It is located on several relatively low-lying peaks on the east side of the snow-covered mountains. At the foot of the mountain, there is an ice-free lake with vast expanse of blue waves that contrasts with the snow-capped mountains. The scenery is unparalleled.The main building is located on the main peak, and the auxiliary buildings are built on the mountain. Each peak is connected by plank roads and suspension bridges.

That is Baihu Temple.A temple built by the pandaren to worship the supreme god Xuen, the White Tiger.In the thousands of years since the temple was built, pilgrims have often traveled here, despite the long and dangerous journeys, in order to seek inner peace.

Just like Suzaku Temple, Niuzao Temple and Qinglong Temple, White Tiger Temple is also the founder of Kang, in addition to the warrior monks. The Zen monastery established in Kun-Lai Mountain is the birthplace of the warrior monks who changed their name to Shado Zen after the establishment of the Shado-Pan. Another training place for monks.All monks who desire profound cultivation will come here to cultivate under the guidance of Xuen. As time goes by, there are many talented people who will understand the true meaning of the white tiger and be able to get rid of all evil spirits with even more swiftness and invincibility than before.

Although it is not as famous as Yu'lon's Mistweaver's way, White Tiger Temple is also a holy place for the warrior monks.

Angmar's outstanding elf eyesight could vaguely see that on the path that started from the temple gate and stretched southward, many pandaren pilgrims were walking on goats or on foot.

Different from the other nature spirits known as the Wild Gods who were cared for and cultivated by the Titan Guardian Freya, the four nature spirits in the Pandaria region of the Eternal Blossom Valley have always had a close relationship with the local ethnic groups.

Their zeal for wisdom and peace led the tribes to develop pure faith in both.Even after experiencing the brutal rule of the Mogu Empire for thousands of years, the pursuit of truth by all races has never stopped.This profound relationship lasted until later generations 1 years later and has never been interrupted.

The cold wind howled, and the distance to the temple gradually became closer.As the altitude increases, the plum rain gradually turns to heavy snow, and the temperature also drops a lot.

Everyone landed on the road outside the temple.

There were already several pandas in plain white robes waiting outside the gate.

Commander Fang and Wanhua, who jumped off the mount first, helped Angmar get off the saddle.The passengers had been delivered safely. The few cloud dragon knights who were eager to return said goodbye, shook their reins, drove the dragon into the sky, and left here.

Wan Hua and Commander Fang respectfully saluted the panda man dressed as a temple celebrant.

Compared with the accompanying monks, this temple priest seemed particularly extraordinary, and left a deep impression on Angmar.

His eyes are as bright as stars, and as deep as an ancient well without waves. His expression is calm and majestic. Although he is wearing ordinary clothes made of cotton and linen, there is a sense of majesty in his behavior that cannot be hidden, just like a destined emperor.But deep in his eyes, there is a trace of unnoticeable worry, as if he is deeply troubled by something.

Miao Zhu's eyes stayed on Angmar for a moment longer, then nodded and said: "Lord Xuen has been waiting for a long time, come with me."

After saying that, he turned back and walked towards the door.

Several people followed, passed through the open gate of the temple, and climbed up the ancient stone steps that had been worn extremely smooth by the passage of thousands of years.Angmar's body had not fully recovered yet, so she had to stumble through the journey with help.During this period, Wanhua and Commander Fang looked very sacred and did not say a word.

The snow kept falling, and along the way I met many monks with brooms sweeping away the snow.

There are many among them who are burly and muscular, even more impressive than the fat monk leader of the black-clothed guards and Wan Hua's uncle, Master Wan Song, whom he met at the Setting Sun Pass at the beginning.

The steps made without making any sound were obviously a symbol of profound cultivation, but he was willing to use a broom made of bamboo branches to meticulously clear the snow on the steps.This was extremely time-consuming and often swept away one layer, only to be covered with another layer of heavy snow. However, they still swept at the same speed, with their eyebrows lowered and unhurriedly.

There are also monks with their eyes slightly closed, sitting cross-legged on the raised rocks on both sides of the road. Their breath is very long. Every time they breathe, their abdomen bulges high, and two white airflows visible to the naked eye emerge, being sucked in like a long whale sucking water. In the nose.

The stone steps have no end at a glance.

During the ascent, the beautiful snow scenery is like a fairyland.It was so quiet that you couldn't even hear any footsteps. It seemed that the Pandaren walking together deliberately lowered their footsteps so as not to break the solemn and sacred silence. The only sound between heaven and earth was the "swishing" sound of bamboo brooms sweeping across the stone surface. One after another.

Angmar only felt that her mind was clear and free from distracting thoughts. She was immersed in this wonderful sensory experience, and even the concept of time became abnormally blurred here.I don’t know how long I walked, but when I came back to my senses, I realized that the majestic and majestic main building of Baihu Temple was already in front of me.Wan Hua and Commander Fang no longer supported themselves. The temple priest, who was particularly distinguished in his white robe, also stretched out a hand towards the open ancient door and nodded to indicate that he should step inside.

Inside the gate, a tiger with bluish hair, a majestic body, and eyes shining with the light of ancient wisdom was looking at him calmly.

"I've been waiting for you, Angmar."