Chapter 195 Kunlun

Not only would he be able to convince the Queen Mother of the West.

He might even be able to convince Kai Ming!

Hoo, Qi is indeed the master of contracts. Although he often runs away, he is still more reliable than Yu.

Qi, my dear brother, my evaluation of you has risen.

Wei Yuan's eyes lit up. He sat upright in the wheelchair, back straight, listening attentively. Qi's youthful voice was as melodious as heavenly music, solemn like the whispers of gods:

"The condition for convincing the Queen Mother of the West is..."

Wei Yuan listened carefully: "The condition for convincing the Queen Mother of the West..."

"Is to become the master of Kunlun Mountain, oh."

Qi's voice was light.

"............"

Wei Yuan nodded in understanding, face peaceful:

"I see, the way to convince the Queen Mother of the West is to conquer West Kunlun."

"It's really simple..."

"Like hell it is!"

"Qi, get out here!"

The museum owner's face twisted instantly.

......................

"I wonder how Museum Head Wei is doing now..."

"Amitabha, Museum Head Wei has profound Taoism and is calm in the face of adversity. He should be fine."

The great monk Yuanjue and the soldier spirit opened the door to visit.

They saw Museum Head Wei with a ferocious expression, slamming the Jade Book of the Western Mountain Sutra on the ground.

His face was full of black lines. He stood up from the wheelchair and raised his right foot, covered in plaster, ready to stomp on it. He grabbed the tall pole with the IV drip bag hanging on it, ready to swing it up and smash it. The two were so frightened that they broke out in cold sweat and rushed forward, one embracing his waist and the other grabbing his right hand to snatch the IV drip bag.

"Absolutely not, absolutely not, Museum Head Wei."

"Calm down, calm down, boss."

Wei Yuan gritted his teeth and struggled violently:

"Qi, you get out here. I will definitely beat you to death today!"

"You better not let me find out where you're buried, or I'll dig you out!"

"Then I'll add thirteen spices to marinate you before burying you again!"

........................

A moment later, Wei Yuan, who had calmed down, was pressed onto the bed.

The great monk next to him was peeling an apple with a knife, without breaking the peel.

Nü Jiao, having heard Wei Yuan recount Qi's method, raised an eyebrow and thoughtfully said:

"Master of Kunlun Mountain..."

"It's not impossible."

Wei Yuan was stunned.

Nü Jiao spread her hands and explained with a smile:

"Your current body is undergoing cancerous changes. Once it erupts, the cancer cells will grow wildly. The vitality of a martial artist will only make them stronger. However, one of the authorities of the Kunlun Mountain God is the unchanging ice of a thousand years."

"If you were to control Kunlun, even if it's just one branch, you would be able to stop the changes in your body. In that case, your body naturally wouldn't become cancerous, and you would maintain this state forever. Not only would you not have to worry about your life, but there would also be great benefits."

Wei Yuan: "Benefits?"

Nü Jiao nodded affirmatively:

"Yes, you'll marry that woman's daughter, seize her family property, and occupy her divine mansion. It's really great."

"I haven't been this happy in years."

Wei Yuan's smile paused, and then he asked cheerfully, "Haha... It seems like a good thing. But may I ask, my dear elder sister, the woman you're talking about isn't the Queen Mother of the West, is she?"

Nü Jiao smiled without saying a word.

Wei Yuan swallowed and cautiously said:

"This woman isn't the Queen Mother of the West, is she?"

"Hmm?"

The room was silent.

The Great Tang Buddhist monk, Xuanzang, a disciple of the Eastern Sage of Tianzhu across generations, and the contemporary patriarch of the Consciousness-Only School of the Divine Land, Yuanjue, lowered his head and meticulously peeled an apple with a fruit knife that looked like an embroidery needle compared to him. He had already cut the peeled apple into the shape of a little rabbit.

Next, it seemed he was going to carve every hair on the little rabbit.

The war spirit of the Ming Dynasty's Qi Family Army, the vanguard warrior of the Battle of Pyongyang, sat on a chair, palms flat on his knees, eyes staring straight at the tiles on the wall, as if trying to see nanometer-level cracks on them, suddenly missing the water ghost who had disappeared.

Feng Siyu had gone to look for him, but hadn't returned yet.

If he were here, he would definitely be able to resolve the situation.

All he needed to do was to be forked out, and the world would be happy.

Then he realized that this was the moment he had to sacrifice himself.

Yes, in this kind of environment, someone had to do something.

Just like on the battlefield of Pyongyang back then.

He was slightly nervous, and then mustered the courage he had shown when fighting all over the world, stood up abruptly, eyes bright and energetic, and with the unique fortitude and integrity of a soldier, solemnly said, "Museum Head Wei."

"Are you chickening out?!"

Silence.

These words were almost equivalent to a head-on question.

The corner of Wei Yuan's mouth twitched.

He knew the war spirit was well-meaning, but he wasn't suited for this kind of thing... he was too serious.

The war spirit awkwardly covered his face and rolled to the corner to squat.

Nü Jiao now had the same decisive style she had when she traveled the world holding the Shennong Whip. She clapped her hands and said, "Okay, it's settled. The two of you will guard this place." The last two sentences were addressed to Yuanjue and the soldier spirit. Then, she grabbed Wei Yuan's shoulders, put him back in the wheelchair, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

The war spirit raised his head and looked in the direction they disappeared.

"What should we do?"

"I think I heard someone coming."

Yuanjue said, "Amitabha, benefactor, rest assured, leave everything to this monk."

So, when the doctor came, patting the person on the bed, he said:

"Museum Head Wei Yuan, there are guests, the leaders of the hospital..."

The hospital director and some unfamiliar old experts repeatedly assured him, saying they were grateful for Wei Yuan's sacrifice and that they would do everything they could to help treat him, telling him to rest assured and trust the doctors and science, but still received no response.

Until a nurse discovered that Museum Head Wei seemed to have grown a lot since the beginning.

Hesitantly, she pulled down the blanket.

The Buddhist light reflected from the bald head illuminated the ward.

Hospital leaders: "............"

Little nurse: "............"

Yuanjue put his hands together, face unchanged, and solemnly said:

"No self, no others, no sentient beings, no one who lives long, proving that all forms are not forms."

"Amitabha, all benefactors, all forms are empty."

"Everyone can treat this monk as Museum Head Wei."

The war spirit in the corner wished he could dig out a four-bedroom apartment on the spot and bury himself.

There must be something seriously wrong with the people in the museum!

........................

At this moment, Nü Jiao had already brought Wei Yuan to the border near Kunlun Mountain.

Wei Yuan had never imagined that the two small paper figures in his museum could carry such great magic power and supernatural abilities. Nü Jiao glanced at him and lazily explained, "Don't look at me. This is dharma, yours is force. Dharma is like using four ounces to move a thousand pounds, or crossing the flowing sands with a feather, relying on understanding."

"It's different from your style."

Okay, thinking about Old Celestial Master changing the weather...

The problem wasn't the paper figures.

It was him, Wei Yuan, and Yu.

Arriving here, Wei Yuan didn't refute. He looked into the distance and suddenly said:

"You want to control Kunlun Mountain?"

"Yes."

"But isn't Kunlun Mountain where the Queen Mother of the West resides?"

"Oh? What are you thinking?"

Nü Jiao raised an eyebrow.

Wei Yuan looked into the distance, carefully considering his words, and finally said frankly, "The Queen Mother of the West once helped me in the past. Besides, even if it's someone I don't know, it's wrong to act arbitrarily just because their treasures are useful to me..."

"Taking without asking is stealing."

"I can't agree with this."

Nü Jiao stood in the void, turned to look at Wei Yuan: "Even if it's of great use to you?"

"Even if it concerns life and death?"

Wei Yuan quietly said, "Even so."

Nü Jiao stared at him, her ink-like pupils seemingly hiding waves: "What if I don't agree?"

Despite such momentum, Wei Yuan didn't seem to be affected. His eyes simply looked quietly at the white-haired goddess in front of him. After a long while of eye contact, Nü Jiao suddenly deflated. She sighed and said, "It's that expression again."

"The three of you are always like this. You're usually so easy to deal with, but sometimes you're more stubborn than stones. Forget it, forget it. It's your own business anyway. Why should I care if you don't?"

"But since you didn't say it like that in the ward just now, saving me some face, I won't be angry this time."

Nü Jiao reached out and ruffled Wei Yuan's hair.

Then she patted him heavily.

Wei Yuan only felt his vision go black, his head buzzing, almost knocking his dog brain out.

The corner of his mouth twitched.

Wasn't she saying she wasn't angry...?

Nü Jiao pushed the wheelchair, continuing towards Kunlun.

Wei Yuan was stunned.

Nü Jiao gave him an annoyed look:

"You just reminded me that Kunlun has thousand-year-old ice, which should suppress your condition."

"Unless absolutely necessary, it's better not to abandon this body. Although that body has the accumulation of Mountain and Sea medicinal power, that's all it is. It's almost impossible to go further. Besides, the dead are dead after all. There will be all sorts of discomfort and shortcomings."

"For example, if you rely on that body, you probably won't be able to consummate your marriage with Jue."

"Cough cough cough..."

Wei Yuan almost choked to death.

Nü Jiao didn't have any strange expression on her face. Not to mention the ancient tribes, even in ancient times, when there were no parents around, a sister caring about whether her younger brother could consummate his marriage was a major event for the tribe. It was taken for granted that the eldest brother was like a father and the eldest sister was like a mother. However, Wei Yuan always felt uncomfortable.

She thought for a while and suddenly said, "Was your decision just now, besides your own insistence, also partly because you didn't want to have too stiff a relationship with the future Queen Mother of the West?"

"Cough cough... That, there must be some of that."

"Tsk, what a vulgar person."

"It's better to be a little vulgar. I'm not a saint."

Wei Yuan thought for a while, pretending to be nonchalant and said:

"By the way, if the thousand-year-old ice stops the body from changing, will it also stop it from aging?"

Nü Jiao raised an eyebrow, looked at him, and said playfully: "Weren't you worried before that in fifty years, you would become an old man and Jue would still be a young girl? Are you very glad now?"

Wei Yuan: "......... Where am I glad?"

"Then pull back the corners of your mouth."

They chatted idly along the way, like real siblings, and then arrived at Kunlun Mountain. Nü Jiao casually threw Wei Yuan's wheelchair down, her white hair falling, her eyes looking at the snow-covered West Kunlun, slightly nodding her head, and said, "God of West Kunlun, where are you?"

Her clear voice reverberated in the wind and snow of Kunlun.

After a moment.

It seemed that some kind of lofty divine aura awakened between heaven and earth: "So it's the goddess of the Tu Shan clan."

"...It's been thousands of years, what brings you to Kunlun Mountain?"

Nü Jiao stepped forward and said, "I'm here to participate in the three trials of the Lord of Kunlun Mountain."

This voice seemed to suppress the wind and snow of the entire Kunlun Mountain. Consciousnesses awakened one after another and locked onto Nü Jiao on the mountain. The rustling sounds seemed to be conversations. Wei Yuan frowned slightly. He had been to Kunlun before, but never noticed these sleeping gods.

One of the gods manifested, wearing a white robe, sleeves stained with wind and snow:

"Goddess of Tu Shan, if you want to become the Lord of Kunlun Mountain, you have the qualifications."

"It's not me."

Nü Jiao shook her head and pointed at Wei Yuan: "It's him."

"??!"

The god's voice paused slightly, and then a harsh gaze swept over Wei Yuan, and said:

"If it is him, then it is impossible."

Nü Jiao raised her eyebrows: "The Queen Mother of the West left behind trials before she left. Anyone who passes them can temporarily take the position of Lord of Kunlun Mountain. Why is he not allowed!"

Wei Yuan was hearing these secrets for the first time and was dumbfounded.

Then he thought of Nü Jiao's deliberate statement in the ward just now, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

You're definitely teasing me, right?!

And the god, facing Nü Jiao's questioning, was expressionless and said coldly:

"Not to mention that he is just a dying mortal, like grass, trees, insects, and ants, how dare he climb the heights of Kunlun?"

"Just saying that he is the sinner who once violated the rules of the gods, he has no qualifications. Nü Jiao, you quickly retreat, otherwise, we will have to continue the uncompleted punishment from back then, capture him up the mountain, strip his true spirit, and send him into reincarnation."

Cold gazes fell one after another.

The wind and snow of Kunlun Mountain suddenly intensified.

Wei Yuan narrowed his eyes.

ps: Second update today... three thousand six hundred words