Becoming a god starting from the weasel

On the ninth day of the fifth month in Mingzhou, Dingchang County, it rained.

The Black Wind Mountains were shrouded in continuous rain. On a mound on the eastern side of the dense forest of the mountains, a dilapidated Taoist temple sat quietly.

The Taoist temple was extremely small. Two wooden doors with peeling red lacquer were half-closed, and two Taoist rooms were built in the corner. Behind them was a Sanqing Hall, where the wooden parts were rotten and filled with an old, decaying smell, clearly indicating that no one had lived there for a long time.

However, inside the Sanqing Hall, the statues of the Three Pure Ones were free of dust, as if they had been carefully tended to by something.

A weasel was kneeling on a prayer mat below the statue, its hands clasped together and it was muttering something, but because it was a weasel, it was impossible to hear what it was saying.

"Disciple Chen Yang respectfully welcomes the Three Pure Ones at dawn! May the Dao Qi protect my body... May all things be auspicious, and may the Dao Qi endure forever."

On the prayer cushion beneath the statue, Chen Yang devoutly completed his morning prayers.

Chen Yang looked at his own paws and the indistinct reflection of his yellow fur on the puddles under the eaves.

"Although it's just a weasel, at least it's saved and doesn't have to enjoy the 'blessing' of working 996 anymore."

More than 20 days ago, I died suddenly after working overtime for two consecutive months, and then I transmigrated to this world of cultivation.

Chen Yang hadn't left the small, dilapidated Taoist temple much in the past twenty-odd days, spending most of his time inside.

Especially after he received this little jade bead yesterday.

In Chen Yang's dantian, a jade bead floated quietly. The jade bead was very ordinary, but it contained a little green spiritual liquid.

This bead is called the Hun Tian Pearl. It suddenly appeared in Chen Yang's abdomen yesterday, and its effect is very simple.

The Hun Tian Zhu can produce a small amount of spiritual liquid each month. This spiritual liquid is specifically designed to benefit plants and trees.

Each year, it can produce one spirit crystal, which can be used to purify bloodlines and roots.

"Fortunately, I also studied agriculture in college, but it's still a bit of a hellish joke for a farmer to die suddenly in front of his computer."

Chen Yang picked up the wooden hoe he had left in the corner of the Sanqing Temple after plowing the fields yesterday. It was the perfect size for him.

Having been a human being before, Chen Yang knew he couldn't live like a beast, so he switched to farming. Unexpectedly, the fields he had plowed recently came in handy today.

Chen Yang carried a hoe to the field and saw that half an acre of land in the backyard had been neatly plowed, but only about a third of it had been planted.

The ground where things were planted was covered with a layer of wet silt, which Chen Yang used to fertilize the fields.

Chen Yang planted green amaranth, which were small amaranths he transplanted while digging up wild vegetable roots. He nurtured them for more than twenty days, and now he happens to have the spiritual liquid from the Hun Tian Pearl.

  

He wanted to test the difference between amaranth grown with and without the elixir.

I was supposed to do it last night, but I'm so tired from using this broken wooden stick to plow the fields every day, so I waited until this morning.

Chen Yang went to the wooden bucket where he usually drank water, scooped out a ladle of water, and then dripped the spiritual liquid into it.

A little green liquid appeared on Chen Yang's fingertip, radiating a strong vitality. If it weren't for the fact that it didn't say what would happen if he ate it, Chen Yang would have wanted to try it.

As the elixir dripped into the water ladle, the ordinary stream water inside immediately acquired a unique aura.

Chen Yang picked up half a bamboo tube, scooped out a small spoonful, and then went to a corner of the amaranth field.

In the corner, a small amaranth, much shorter than the others, was wilting. Its roots had been accidentally damaged during transplanting, and it was only because amaranth is resilient that it survived.

"It would normally only heal slowly, but today we can try other methods."

Pour the elixir into the roots of the amaranth, and as the liquid seeps into the soil, the amaranth quickly changes!

The amaranth, which had been wilted, immediately perked up as the spiritual liquid was poured on it, and even the leaves unfolded.

Completely different from her previous listless appearance, Chen Yang couldn't help but gasp in amazement, "The effect is so strong?!"

Chen Yang then found a few more amaranths with their roots burned, and the effect was equally immediate. The results were truly remarkable!

"Then... what would be the effect if it were used on normal amaranth?" Chen Yang immediately began to try again.

As the spiritual water dripped down, the amaranth, which was originally growing normally, immediately began to sprout and grow. This batch of amaranth, which originally took about a month to grow, is now ready to be harvested!

Looking at the grown amaranth, Chen Yang was delighted. Just then, he felt a little hungry, so he tore off a leaf and put it in his mouth.

The amaranth leaf had a slightly bitter taste, but the texture was good, crunchy, and I quickly swallowed a leaf.

According to his usual appetite, he should have eaten one or two, but just as Chen Yang was about to continue eating, he felt a sense of fullness in his stomach.

Just as Chen Yang was looking at the lush green amaranth in front of him with some astonishment, the Hun Tian Zhu inside his body also underwent a strange change.

A small white crystal had formed on the originally spotless surface of the bead. The crystal looked like normal white coarse salt, but Chen Yang felt a strange craving within him.

The moment this thought arose, the crystal naturally detached and fell into the dantian, instantly disappearing without a trace.

The next moment, Chen Yang fainted and his head fell into the vegetable garden, but his consciousness remained perfectly clear.

Chen Yang: "??? Is this crystal poisonous?"

But as soon as the idea popped into his head, strange images began to appear before his eyes.

The painting depicts a weasel in a traditional Chinese ink wash style, gazing at the moon.

The weasel under the moon struck various strange poses, and those images were directly imprinted into Chen Yang's mind as if downloaded.

Finally, the image freezes on the weasel looking up at the moon, with dappled moonlight showering down and bathing its entire body.

In the hazy, indistinct light, Chen Yang saw only a passage of text floating before his eyes:

The yellow weasel breathes in the moonlight and cultivates spirituality over time; this is mentioned in the "Taiping Guangji" and is a secret tradition of the Yellow Immortal lineage.

The full moon breathes in and out, absorbing the essence of Yin. It condenses the vital energy and strengthens the soul, harmonizing Yin and Yang.

Those who inherit this bloodline can connect with the spirits, gather the moonlight, and awaken the power of spiritual communication. It is a foundation-building method for mountain spirits and monsters, called the Moon Gazing and Qi Gathering Method.

Then Chen Yang suddenly woke up as if falling into water from a great height. When he woke up again, the bright moon was high in the sky, and a beam of silvery moonlight shone on Chen Yang's face.

With a slight tremor in his beard, Chen Yang opened his eyes and came back to his senses, listening to the chirping of insects and birds around him.

"I...I'm asleep?"

"What I'm thinking of is... the Moon Gazing and Qi Gathering Technique!?"

The entire vegetable garden was illuminated by the moonlight overhead, making it as bright as day. Chen Yang couldn't help but think of the Qi-gathering technique he had previously acquired!

Why don't we give it a try?

Chen Yang quickly began to study the image of the moon in his mind, while silently meditating on that passage of text.

It took several attempts to get the poses right. These poses are mostly the postures that weasels use when resting, hunting, and eating.

Until the final move, looking up at the moon, one could see a small wisp of milky white moonlight indeed falling upon the bright moon.

"This...it's done!?"