Beast Taming: Starting from Transmigration and Starting with a Cheat Code

Having a religious belief for the first time was a completely new experience for Qin Ming, who still had some questions and urgently needed answers.

"Master, I have a friend who practices Taoism, but he loves eating beef. What should I do?"

Xuan Chengzi had been bothered by these kinds of questions by the young disciples in the Taoist temple before, so he calmly answered them, showing his experience.

"It's alright. I've checked the ancient texts. In the past, Taoism forbade eating beef because people needed oxen to plow the fields, and the imperial court also prohibited the killing of oxen."

But now that technology is advanced and tractors are used for farming, people's thinking should also progress.

That's another way to explain it! Master is absolutely right!

But Qin Ming had one more question.

"Master, there are also claims online that Taoists don't eat snakehead fish because baby snakehead fish will swim into the mouth of the mother snakehead fish, which is weak after giving birth, representing the culture of 'filial piety'."

Thinking about the taste of pickled fish, the knowledgeable Xuan Chengzi sighed, "I have also analyzed this carefully. The filial black carp have all been eaten, so the ones that survive are naturally the unfilial ones, and therefore can be eaten."

The answers to these two questions were logical, well-reasoned, and in line with the times, which broadened Qin Ming's horizons.

Finally, Xuan Chengzi summarized and elevated the theme, which was profound and meaningful.

"The Tao follows the natural way, governing through non-action. If one can live the life one desires, that in itself is a form of spiritual practice."

Qin Ming understood, and the last bit of guilt in his heart was also cast aside.

.........

"Little Wolf King, that's how it is. Will you come down the mountain with me?" Qin Ming extended a sincere invitation.

"Awoo~", the furry face was full of resistance.

With thanks to Cang Xuan for translating, Qin Ming tried his best to dispel the little wolf king's concerns.

"The child is still young and needs taking care of? No problem, look, even the child's mother is supportive! Besides, there are still so many wolves in the pack."

Its furry face was full of disbelief. It looked around and vaguely sensed that it had been abandoned by everyone.

"Awoo~"

"The wolf pack needs you as its alpha to lead it? No problem, you know your father's abilities. Let him manage things temporarily, and everything will run smoothly and steadily!"

"Awoo~", the furry face was filled with pain, and the look in its eyes when it looked at Qin Ming was no longer as sharp as when they first met.

"Oh dear, your dad wouldn't approve of your little group. Don't worry about it!"

Seeing his father looking even more imposing than before, with a few conspicuous wolves among the pack, Mu Qiang no longer concealed his gaze... It hasn't left yet, it's still here!

The little wolf king was suffering inwardly. He tried to rebel at its root, but Cang Xuan casually suppressed him with a powerful punch.

With such a stark contrast in fighting strength, the wolf pack showed even more admiring and respectful looks towards the strong…

By this point, the little wolf king's furry face showed a hint of despair, a sense of brokenness as if he were alive but about to die...

Even Qin Ming couldn't stand it anymore. He felt he hadn't done anything wrong, so why did he have this vague feeling of guilt...?

It must be that one's thinking is not advanced enough, and one has not yet reached the level of a master who can do as one pleases and refuse internal strife.

He closed his eyes and stopped trying to persuade him, letting everything take its natural course.

After Qin Ming stopped trying to persuade him, the little wolf king was physically convinced by Cang Xuan and his underlings, who no longer knew who to listen to.

When he opened his eyes again, Qin Ming felt a warm glow in his heart as he looked at the little wolf king who had come to his senses and the large group of people who had come to see him off.

On the way, Qin Ming even recited the mantra his master had taught him several times in a serious manner.

Nothing happened under the wary gaze of the little wolf king, so it dared not be distracted and remained on tenterhooks the whole way...

And so, Qin Ming openly and honestly led the creature, which looked inexplicably much older, down the mountain.

"Let me give you a name. Your hair is as black as ink, and you've established your own mountain stronghold as king, so let's call you Ink Cliff."

"Ink Cliff?"

"Ink Cliff~"

Qin Ming called out twice, and the little wolf king responded with remarkable understanding, essentially being forced to accept the name.

As the sun set, Qin Ming passed by the corner of his neighbor's fence and noticed that the old hunting dog that had been resting there the day before was nowhere to be found.

The old man was left all alone, squatting at the door, watching the passersby.

When the old man saw behind Qin Ming, there was a figure that was about to blend into the night, but the beast's eyes were emitting a ghostly light.

His face was deathly pale, and his raised hand trembled. "Wolf?...Wolf!?"

"A wolfhound, it's a wolfhound, old man!"

Fearing he might frighten his well-meaning neighbor, Qin Ming fabricated a white lie. He even casually stroked the now indifferent Mo Ya, trying to prove that what he said was true.

"..."

The old man's lips trembled, and he didn't say much. After Qin Ming left, he shakily locked the door and repeatedly checked the facilities in the house.

He muttered to himself, "After a lifetime of hunting, I'm not that old and blind. How could I not tell a wolf from a dog?"

"And what's with the wolfhound thing... what a load of rubbish!"

Looking at his old friend who refused to go out for a walk today, the old man's eyes welled up with tears.

"I really misunderstood you yesterday, but then again... why didn't you remind me?"

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Back at his lodgings, Qin Ming closed the door, drew the curtains, and summoned Keda.

He and Moya didn't have enough chemistry yet, so he needed Keda's help to translate and confirm the details of tomorrow's event.

When Keda appears, her figure tall and elegant, enveloped in a hazy moonlight.

Even though Moya was a proud beast, it had to admit the sacredness and nobility of the bird before it, and could not muster any thought of fighting or offending it.

Looking at the completely changed Keda, and then thinking of Lao Deng at home who had returned to his youth, a flash of inspiration struck Mo Ya.

It suddenly turned its head to look at Qin Ming, could it be...?

This person will...

It seems there was once an opportunity right in front of us, but we didn't cherish it and let Old Deng snatch it away first... Surely we won't miss it like this?

For some unknown reason, Qin Ming noticed that the wolf had suddenly become extremely cooperative and proactive.

His expression was no longer one of reluctance, as if he were being forced into prostitution; in fact, his attitude had become somewhat obsequious.

Qin Ming was completely baffled. He hadn't done anything, so what had happened?

Watching Mo Ya being groomed so attentively, Qin Ming fell silent. Could it be... the Daoist principle of following nature and governing through non-action?

It seems the changes really started after he finished reciting the incantation... The true methods of Taoism are indeed profound!

Having gained some insight, Qin Ming resolved to perform well in front of his master the next day, striving to cultivate an image of an astonishingly intelligent genius so that his master would impart all his thoughts and secrets to him.

"Awoo~"

"Yes, yes, keep this pressure, and massage your right shoulder too!"