Journey to the West: The Immortal Clan Begins by Feeding Monkeys at Five Elements Mountain

Chapter 94 Second Generation Chicken

Jiang Yi stood at the edge of the field, gazing at the newly dug ditch.

The spring water flows gently, winding through the forest and leaves, and the spiritual energy rises with it, bringing life to the earth as well.

The water is drawn well and moistened skillfully, without haste or impatience, making no sound at all, perfectly embodying the phrase "nurturing without expansion".

Jiang Yi was naturally delighted, and he couldn't suppress the smile in his eyes and brows.

But the smile only lasted halfway before his brows slowly furrowed again.

While the ditch was ingeniously designed, it was indeed too close to the foot of the mountain.

It's good to be close; the air is fresh and the moisture is plentiful, allowing the orchards to thrive.

But it is precisely because of this blatant closeness that people feel uneasy.

The area at the foot of this mountain is secluded and quiet.

But if a stranger were to accidentally wander in, all that's needed is a bucket with a long rope tied to it, or a series of extra-long ladle handles.

Then one can easily scoop up several ladles of spring water from that ditch.

Jiang Ming didn't mention the rules on the back mountain, and Jiang Yi didn't ask.

But judging from how the eldest son has been sneaking around these past few days, running in and out day and night, he's only allowed to roam within the mountain boundaries.

I knew this spring had an extraordinary origin, and that not a single drop of it could be leaked out.

If someone really starts watching, and it leads to some complications that then involve my eldest son, then it will be impossible to explain myself.

Jiang Yi stood still, watching the canal water flow gurgling by, his heart sinking slightly.

Spiritual energy is a good thing; the more it flows and the stronger it is, the better. But walking so blatantly close to the mountain boundary is like carrying a lantern and looking for trouble.

He glanced around the front and back of the house, and suddenly remembered the brood of old chickens in the old house.

They ate medicinal dregs and drank spiritual dew, and each of them was plump and strong, having acquired some cultivation.

These half-witted creatures are still holed up in their old nest at the foot of the mountain; it's really a shame for them.

It's time to move to a new place.

This matter cannot be delayed.

Jiang Yi immediately picked up his wood-chopping knife, no longer bothering to wander around the medicinal herb field, and headed straight for the front of the mountain.

The front of the mountain is full of bamboo, and the land is a wasteland with no owner or household, so we can just cut it down.

He searched around in the woods, chopping away with his machete, and cut a large bundle of green bamboo. He tied it up, slung it over his shoulder, and carried it back.

When villagers asked him about it on the way, Jiang Yi didn't hide anything, just chuckled and casually replied:

"I was thinking of building a new chicken coop in the new house, but I was afraid the chickens would run into the mountains, so I had to keep them surrounded to feel at ease."

Everyone in the village knew that the Jiang family had a lot of chickens, so naturally no one doubted this statement.

Jiang Yi now possesses abundant energy, agile muscles and bones, and is extremely nimble in his hands and feet.

After several trips back and forth, and in just two days, the orchard was completely surrounded by a bamboo fence.

Especially on the other side of the mountain boundary, the fence is woven very tightly, taller than a person, and completely airtight.

Even if outsiders tiptoe, crane their necks, or squint to look, they would never be able to see that behind the bamboo shadows, there is a water vein that shouldn't exist.

The next morning, before the chickens were fully awake, Jiang Yi found another plot of land outside the orchard, a bit further from the mountain boundary and with less spiritual energy.

The soil was turned over three inches, the pebbles were removed, and the chicken coop was built solidly.

The bamboo fence around it was also neat and orderly, directly opposite the circle of the orchard.

A winding path was left in the middle of the fence for the chickens to walk around.

After a busy day, Jiang Yi wiped his sweat, dusted off his knees, and leisurely descended the mountain.

In a short while, they herded all the old chickens that had been raised on spiritual fruits and medicinal herbs up the mountain.

This brood of old chickens has bright eyes and lustrous feathers.

Especially those two black and red roosters, their combs were as shiny as lacquer, and their feet made a deep thud when they stepped on the ground. They even walked as if they were hopping eight steps, exuding their own aura.

If you eat well and live a long life, your temperament will be calm and stable.

If we consider it an ordinary chicken, then it is certainly extraordinary.
As for spirit birds, they're a bit lacking.

It can only be considered a half-step spirit chicken, with one foot already on that path.

The new place doesn't have a strong spiritual energy, but it's much more comfortable than the old place.

The flock of chickens wandered around in circles a couple of times, and then settled down.

Before long, the bold black rooster straightened its neck, took a big step, and strolled into the orchard along the narrow path inside the fence.

While pecking at insects and picking up fallen fruit, it would occasionally tilt its head back and shake its wings, looking smug, like a general inspecting its territory. The insects in the orchard were already extraordinary, and after being infused with spiritual energy, even the fruit pit insects gleamed, making them top-quality chicken feed.

After walking around twice, the rooster suddenly became uneasy, as if the spiritual energy was too strong, making it hard for it to calm its anger, and its eyes turned red.

After flapping its wings a few times, it wobbled back to its hut and plopped down to rest.

The other old hens saw this and started to do the same.

The chickens came and went, and gradually, a routine was established.

As dawn breaks, I take a stroll to clear my mind.
The afternoon sun is shining brightly; I'm taking a nap.
As evening falls and the spiritual energy returns, I venture into the forest once more.

It can be described as "a chicken that practices a pure and simple life".

Moreover, these semi-spirit chickens are fed with precious food and nourished with the finest ingredients.

The chickens left behind in the woods even seemed to possess a subtle spiritual aura. At first glance, they were unremarkable, but upon closer inspection, they exuded a gentle, warm fragrance.

Scattered under the trees, it moistens the mud and softens the grass.

Over time, the soil in the orchard became more fertile and full of vitality, and even the tree bark became oily.

Lin Yueling, the fatter the chicken, the more nourishing it is.

This back-and-forth exchange seems to have created a chain of spiritual energy circulation.

Jiang Yi stood guard outside the fence, squinting as he watched for two days straight.

The chickens are quiet, the forest is undisturbed, and the earth's energy becomes increasingly abundant.

After observing for a while, the initial hesitation and probing in my heart gradually changed.

The orchard is surrounded by a hundred or so fruit trees standing neatly, but now, with only a dozen or so chickens, it feels rather empty.

Not to mention that now that the earth's veins are open and the water veins are connected, the spiritual energy is at its peak, and there is still a large area of ​​land next to the medicinal field that can be expanded.

It's time to add some more diced chicken.

This time, however, Jiang Yi did not intend to find any more ordinary chickens to raise.

His gaze shifted and landed on the nest of steaming eggs under the rear ends of the group of half-step spirit chickens.

In the past, life was tough, and since everyone in the family practiced martial arts, they relied on supplements for every meal. As soon as an egg hit the ground, it was in the pot in no time.

Now that we have more money and the spiritual fruits are ripening, eggs, with their nourishing properties, don't seem so precious anymore.

Taking advantage of a bit of extra cash, let's embark on a "trial incubation" plan.

The eggs laid by the Half-Step Spirit Chicken are naturally not ordinary things either.

Each egg is glossy and plump, with a hint of warmth and spiritual energy emanating from the thinner parts of the shell. Holding it in your hand feels like holding a small spiritual stone.

If these eggs are used to hatch chickens, wouldn't the resulting "second-generation chickens" be raised with spiritual energy from the womb?
From a young age, they drink dew, eat fruit, and breathe in spiritual winds. In the future, even if they don't have golden feathers and red crests, or tread on thunder and fire, they should at least be more advanced than ordinary spirit chickens.

Once the idea was put into action, the entire Jiang family sprang into action again.

Jiang Yi chose a new open space near the orchard, weighed the feng shui and auspicious energy, and built a new chicken coop.

The fence was tightly secured, but the entrance to the enclosure was cleverly designed, just enough to connect directly to the orchard.

Liu Xiulian then busied herself with the task of incubating the eggs inside the house, selecting eggs, turning them over, and warming the nest—a process she performed with practiced ease.

The little girl, Jiang Xi, was about to pout when the spirit egg suddenly disappeared from the dinner table.

But upon hearing that this time it's "raising a small chicken to grow a big one," they decided to endure this, thinking that not only would the eggs taste better in the future, but they might even get to enjoy some delicious chickens.

Although I only slurped up a few bones from that pot of chicken soup last time, the rich aroma of the meat is still unforgettable.

He immediately swallowed hard, forcibly suppressing his craving.

The Jiang family was very familiar with hatching chickens.

Once a nest of eggs has been collected, it will lay one first.

Once the second brood of eggs is collected, the chicks from the first brood should also be popping out of their shells.

When the fluffy little creatures wobbled out of their shells, Jiang Yi glanced at them and his brow twitched.

It's different, really different.

Its feathers are fine and shiny, its eyes are clear, and even its steps are nimble and agile the moment its claws touch the ground.

They had barely hatched a couple of times when two little ones, shaking their heads and wiggling their bottoms, darted into the orchard and stayed there for almost half an hour.

When it came out, it wasn't paralyzed at all; in fact, it seemed more energetic than when it went in. Its fur was smoother, and it walked with a subtle breeze.

Jiang Yi stood outside the fence, looking at the brood of "second-generation chickens," and a hint of warmth appeared in his eyes.

I only regret that the chickens don't understand human speech, and I wish I could teach them that breathing technique word by word.

(End of this chapter)