The old things I repaired have become fine

Chapter 741 Shen Le: Hey! I'm not a monkey!
Although Shen Le was not afraid of climbing mountains, he did not want to carry Yun Kun to climb a 5,000-meter-high mountain for no reason.

Altitude sickness, my dear!

Avalanche, my goodness!

Can we take it easy a little?

However, Yun Kun clearly didn't understand adults—or rather, human thoughts. He just kept talking excitedly and incessantly:
"Shen Le, let me tell you, the performance was really interesting! When we went to the Great Whirlpool Secret Realm, everyone except the people on duty came out to watch! They filled up so many layers on the mountain and on the boat!"

Xiao Ling danced, the girls in flowing skirts accompanied her with music, the pen holder helped carry the stage scenery, and the makeup artists and the painting scrolls helped with lighting and projection... They were so happy watching! Many people even cried!

I cried... Shen Le can understand. The navy stationed and guarding this secret place only takes one shift every six months, and it could be a year, two years, or an endless steadfastness.

Such isolation from the world, unable to access the internet, and likely unable to make phone calls, cut off from home, relying solely on their unwavering faith, how fortunate they are to have someone visit them!
Not to mention that Xiaoling has the ability to absorb malevolent energy and transform it into peace, even if she didn't, the young soldiers at the border outposts would still be moved to tears by the performance!

"Recently, I've been driving them around the surrounding islands, delivering supplies and visiting them one by one! They were all very, very happy!"

Listening to Yun Kun's voice, Shen Le could almost feel him wagging his tail and spinning around, almost as if he were about to perform a leap into the waves. However, as he spoke, his voice suddenly lowered:

"But they said...we were too late, far too late. Long ago, decades ago, those island keepers, one person, a couple, or a squad, guarded a deserted island, guarding it for decades, even a lifetime..."

They are the ones who need support the most.

They are the ones most deserving of a long journey to perform for them, even if it's just to make them smile...

Let them taste a little sweetness and find a little comfort in the midst of their arduous life guarding the island...

Now, the reef has become a small island, and the small island has become a large island with buildings, runways, and the ability to take off and land airplanes.

Even for smaller islands, we have faster and larger ships that can deliver supplies every now and then, and better internet access so that the soldiers guarding the islands can communicate with the mainland or enjoy entertainment during their breaks...

"So I want to go somewhere else too. To those frontier outposts, to sing them a song, okay? Okay, boss!"

"I want to go too!"

"I want to go too!"

The kids were shouting incoherently on the phone. Shen Le sighed helplessly:
Anyway, he was stuck repairing those ceramic blocks, so whether he repaired them for a day, ten days, or half a year, it was still the same repair.

To find other parts of the clay block in the future, we'll also need Yun Kun's help; we must keep the little guy calm...

He looked at the Special Affairs Bureau personnel opposite him. He saw Gu Yulin, his face filled with gratitude, clasping his hands in a fist and bowing repeatedly, mouthing the words "thank you for your hard work."

The director of the Shanghai Special Affairs Bureau, however, had a somber expression, his brows furrowed, seemingly lost in thought. Shen Le pondered for a moment, then let out a long sigh:

"Alright! But you need to understand that those outposts aren't places anyone can just go to. I'll go and talk to them, and we'll go according to the list they provide, the time, and the location. If they don't agree, you're not allowed to make a scene, understand?"

"Understood!"

"Know!"

"Do not worry!"

Seven or eight AI-generated voices gave a jumbled, incoherent reply. Shen Le hung up the phone and looked at the director of the Shanghai Special Affairs Bureau on the other end:
Hey, can you help me?
I'm counting on you to handle the communication!

The director of the Special Affairs Bureau closed his eyes briefly, then opened them, apologized, and got up to make a phone call. A gentle breeze carried his voice, and Shen Le heard him say:
"It wasn't him who went to offer condolences; it was the spirit he carried that was in charge of the performance... Yes, it's a spirit with a physical form, but it's also a transcendent being... It can't hide itself, it can't pretend to be human while performing..."

Shen Le felt a cold sweat break out on his forehead. You know, at those high-altitude outposts above 5,000 meters, if someone came to perform for them, and then released a puppet with a few clothes, it would sing and dance on its own…

#Checking the mental state of soldiers at the outpost#
So, how did the soldiers and officers in those secret realms and on those islands manage to accept Yun Kun and the little guys' greetings without developing any psychological problems?
Forget it, let the authorities handle this kind of headache. Let them assess the situation, let them solicit opinions, and finally, let them provide their conclusions and a list of those to be comforted. Go wherever they tell us to go!

"Mr. Shen, going to a post at an altitude of over 5,000 meters won't cause any harm to your physical or mental health, will it?"

The bureau chief backed away step by step, holding up his phone to ask a question. Shen Le answered without hesitation:
"Of course not! You know I've climbed a 6300-meter peak with my bare hands and stayed there for several days without needing an oxygen tank! Don't underestimate the power of a cultivator!"

Of course I know—I even arranged your wind tunnel training before you climbed the snow mountain. The director silently complained, but his smile remained unchanged:

"Mr. Shen, we are very grateful that you and your spirits are willing to perform for the troops on the border of our motherland. However, considering the soldiers' specific learning abilities, we also need to conduct some additional assessments—"

Please wait patiently, we will get back to you as soon as possible, okay? By the way, if it's confirmed that we can go, could you do us a favor and bring some extra supplies for the soldiers?

"As soon as possible" didn't specify how soon. Shen Le smiled and nodded.
"Of course. Thank you very much. We'll leave the rest to you! Just arrange any supplies you need to send, load them onto the Cloud Kun, and we'll send as much as it can hold!"

Shen Le didn't know what arrangements the authorities had made, nor did he know how they had told the soldiers at the border outposts, those soldiers who had received materialistic education from childhood, that "spirits were coming to comfort you."

In short, a week later, Gu Yulin personally visited Shen Le and handed her a sealed letter:

"It's all arranged. We just need to set off at this time and place. Once we get there, someone will guide us there... What's wrong?"

Shen Le closed his eyes, silently recalling the various points on the map and comparing them with the copper plate and the map stored within it. Then, he asked earnestly:

"Can I go there by myself?"

"how?"

“These roads are extremely difficult to travel. I remember that in some places, you have to walk step by step for days and nights to get there… It would be too tiring for you and them to come with me. Can I walk by myself?”

Gu Yulin: "..."

Is it possible that if I accompany you there, it's in my capacity as an "official" person to help you provide proof and guarantees?

Both sides exchanged ideas, communicated, and struggled. After much negotiation, the final solution was:

Gu Yulin can go with Shen Le, but it would be best if he stayed inside Yun Kun's ship and was released when they arrived at their destination...

Since we can teleport directly through the ley lines, we can delay our departure.

On the morning of the day they were to arrive at the outpost as agreed, Shen Le, Gu Yulin, and Yun Kun met on the shore. Gu Yulin boarded the boat, and Yun Kun shrank to one foot in length and jumped into Shen Le's arms.
Shen Le unfolded the map and communicated with Yun Kun, as well as the compass and scroll inside Yun Kun's ship, to determine their location. He then silently communicated with the copper plate, connecting it to the earth's veins: "Go—"

The figure flashed by. The Special Affairs Bureau assigned Shen Le several outpost locations, most of which were in the Karakoram and Himalayas, where the mountains were majestic and the earth was rich in energy.

Shen Le barely needed to locate himself before being teleported thousands of miles along the earth's veins, standing on a vast snowfield:
"Alright, where am I now? Luckily, I have satellite positioning. Let me quickly check my location... Great, I'm in the middle of the Karakoram Mountains, so I shouldn't be too far away."

Next, we'll find the outpost, right...?

The vast snow-capped mountains stretch for thousands of miles. If it were an ordinary person, they would wander through these mountains until they turned to dust and bones, and still not be able to find their destination.

Even Shen Le, after looking at the satellite positioning on his phone and the map provided by the Special Affairs Bureau beforehand, circled the map three times and was still a little confused:

"So how are we supposed to find this? Count the hills? I've almost lost count of where I am!"

He hesitated for a moment, then simply sat cross-legged, closed his eyes, and slowly entered a meditative state. His mental energy stirred the earth's veins, unfolding little by little:

"Let me see...let me see you...the roads through the mountains, the settlements of the people, the sharpness and fierce spirit of the army camps, the steadfastness and loyalty in defending the country...you remember, don't you...you've been watching all along, haven't you..."

A fierce wind howled. Snowflakes swept in, quickly piling up a blanket of white on Shen Le's head and shoulders. Inside the Special Affairs Bureau, several professionals stared anxiously at the dots on the screen.
"A signal has been detected!"

"The signal has stopped!"

"Signal...can't get through! Where's Shen Le? What's Shen Le's condition? Are his vital signs stable? Is he safe?"

"Gu Yulin's signal hasn't appeared yet! We can't get through!"

Unfortunately, Shen Le didn't have a bracelet that could monitor vital signs—and even if she did, it was impossible to send the signal to the rear from thousands of miles away. The group could only watch anxiously.

"It's gone! The signal has disappeared again!"

"Continue to monitor closely! If it reappears, moving rapidly, it means Shen Le is... teleporting through the ley lines?"

It's so painful and difficult to communicate with cultivators, especially high-level cultivators. It's driving me crazy...

Shen Le had found his direction—at least, he had found the source of that sharp, intense military spirit. It mingled with the biting wind swirling high in the mountains, pointing in a remarkably clear direction:

"That's it! Let's go!"

Shen Le calmed his mind and activated the earth vein teleportation again. The undulating mountains, like a pair of grand and warm hands, supported him and teleported him to his destination.

His vision flickered on and off, and as Shen Le approached his destination again, he finally began to struggle:
"How close should I appear?"

"Is one kilometer okay?"

"Or two kilometers?"

"500 meters seems too close, almost face-to-face. Will it alert them and make them point their guns at me?"

"But this mountain is so steep... If it's only one kilometer, you'll be right at the foot of the mountain..."

He hesitated for a moment, then his mental energy suddenly stirred. In the distance, a small group of people were trudging through knee-deep snow, their steps uneven.

Their vital signs, compared to the mountains and to practitioners like themselves, were rather weak and insignificant; however, the fire of their spirit burned fiercely in every one of them!

Shen Le thought for a moment, estimated their direction, and then, right in front of their destination, at the end of a long, steep slope, appeared:
He found a rock and sat down quietly. When the first soldier climbed the slope and his eyes suddenly widened, Shen Le waved to him from afar, letting the wind carry his words:
"Hi~~~ I'm Shen Le. I've arranged to come and perform for the troops. I just wanted to ask for directions. Which way is Shenxian Bay?"

The soldier made two gurgling sounds in his throat, his eyes widened, and he swayed precariously. Behind him, more and more soldiers climbed the slope, gazing blankly into the distance.

Shen Le simply spread her arms wide, palms facing them, and walked over:

"Hello, I'm Shen Le. What's the name of your outpost? Could you give me directions?"

Chaos erupted. The soldiers quickly formed a defensive formation, some holding their guns, others providing cover for each other. Shen Le strained his ears and clearly heard a young soldier in the rear opposite him muttering softly:

"……immortal?"

Shen Le remained silent. He waited patiently for a while before one of them slowly approached.

"May I ask who you are? When and by whom did you come to perform for the troops? Which superior department issued the order?"

Shen Le slapped his forehead, then slapped his backpack. The backpack opening automatically released a small wooden boat, which flew up, landed, grew larger, larger, and larger still, until finally, Gu Yulin jumped with all his might and landed at the bow of the boat.

"Hey, you talk to them!"

Gu Yulin: "..."

There's no news at all, I don't even know where I am, and they want me to come and tell them?

It turns out that going along with Shen Le's every whim was a mistake. If they had followed his original plan—plane to car, car to car—all the way here, none of this would have happened...

He muttered to himself, forced a smile, stepped forward, took out his identification and phone, and began interacting with the crowd. It took quite a while to prove their identities; the only problem was:
"Hey, you've come to the wrong post! Our appointment is in three days!"

"Well, since we're already here, it's no problem to give you our regards first," Shen Le said calmly and nonchalantly.

Incidentally, he also asked Gu Yulin in a low voice:
Why do they treat me like a god?

"Look at what we're wearing! And what are you wearing?" Gu Yulin rolled his eyes at him, patted his heavy-duty mountaineering gear, and pointed to Shen Le's sportswear.

"Here's a question: Why did the Dragon King of the East Sea call Sun Wukong an immortal? If you were thousands of meters deep in the ocean and saw a monkey dressed in animal skins, empty-handed, knocking on your door, what would you call him?!"

"Hey! I'm not a monkey!!!"

(End of this chapter)