Becoming a god starting from the weasel

Upon hearing Chen Yang's grand ambition, the little red fox chuckled softly.

"Brother, I will certainly support your great aspirations! However... I hope you will take good care of me in the future."

After saying that, it stood up like a human, put its two furry front paws together, and solemnly cupped its hands to Chen Yang.

Looking at its pretentious yet actually cheeky appearance, Chen Yang raised his hand and gently flicked its forehead.

The wolf and the fox finished off the remaining roasted rabbit meat while chatting and laughing.

After the meal, Chen Yang, as usual, strolled around to check the medicinal herb garden and vegetable patch behind the house.

The newly transplanted Solomon's seal quietly took root in the soil. After half a day of settling, there were no further changes, and it steadily entered the stage of slow growth.

The chives on the side were completely different. With the help of the remaining spiritual water, they grew wildly, growing vigorously, thick and upright. Chen Yang thought he had planted the Shandong scallions from his previous life.

However, after thinking for a while, Chen Yang had his answer: after all, different kinds of plants are different.

Polygonatum is a medicinal herb with a stable and reserved growth pattern, while leeks are a common vegetable with vigorous growth and are easily accelerated. Therefore, even with the same nourishing liquid, the effects are vastly different.

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This sight gave Chen Yang a different idea. With the steady production of vegetables from the garden, he wouldn't have to go into the mountains to hunt all day, and his meat supply would be much more secure.

When he goes up Niushan Mountain in the future, he can bring some chicken and ducklings with him and raise them in the back mountain. At that time, there will be eggs every day and meat often, making life more interesting.

With this thought in mind, Chen Yang decided to take some time to repair the fence in front of the yard and enclose a small area for raising poultry to protect the livestock in the vegetable fields.

However, I am in this Taoist temple in the mountains, so I have plenty of time and can take my time with everything.

Time flies, and another half month has quietly passed. Huangni'ao at the foot of the mountain is already in mid-June.

As soon as it was light, Niu Shan got up early, picked up a carrying pole and a hoe, and went to the stream below the village to dig deep into the silt.

He traveled back and forth, filling two large wooden buckets with fertile black river mud, before carrying the heavy load and happily returning to his family's thin field on the mountaintop.

This year's drought has led to all households planting late-season rice. The late-season rice planted by farmers in the village in May is generally shriveled and weak, with withered and yellow leaves.

Upon closer inspection, some pests were found growing on the rice stalks, and every household was worried about going hungry.

The few acres of thin, steep slopes cultivated on the top of Niushan Mountain present a completely different scene.

In just over a month, the rice seedlings in the fields grew tall and strong, with lush greenery. Early-maturing rice plants had already started to head and flower, and their growth far exceeded that of most fields in the village.

Even the best fertile fields in the village, belonging to Uncle Wu, are not immune to insect infestations and are far less lush than his rice paddies.

All of this was thanks to the guidance of the immortal. Seeing the scenery along the way, Niu Shan couldn't help but feel happy.

Niu Shan's house was in a remote place with few visitors. The villagers were too busy taking care of themselves to know about the strange phenomenon in his fields.

Niu Shan held a gourd ladle and carefully spread the fertile river mud from the bucket to the base of each rice stalk.

If you look closely, you'll find that the surrounding fields are all barren yellow soil.

Only the soil in his family's mountain fields was black and fertile, with the unique fishy smell of river mud, which nourished the rice to grow even more luxuriantly.

After a morning of hard work, Niu Shan put on his straw hat, sat on the edge of the field to rest, and waited for his wife to bring him lunch.

Before long, Cuixiu came slowly carrying a food box and called softly.

"Honey, I've brought you your food."

Niu Shan quickly got up, took the food box, and the couple sat side by side on the edge of the field to eat.

Inside were a few bright green amaranth leaves and some dumplings made from wild vegetables.

Nowadays, food supplies in the village are tight, but they can still exchange wild vegetables for some coarse flour from Uncle Wu's house.

Their family has amaranth as their staple food, so they don't have to worry too much about not having enough wild vegetables every day. Therefore, they go to exchange some every now and then, saying that it's to help Niu Shan nourish his body.

Niu Shan immediately started eating, while Cui Xiu watched from the side. Niu Shan noticed something was amiss and asked:

"Cuixiu, why aren't you eating? You should eat too."

As he spoke, he picked up a wild vegetable dumpling and handed it to Cuixiu. Cuixiu was about to wave her hand to refuse when a wave of nausea hit her and she began to vomit.

Seeing this, even Niu Shan, whose mind was usually blank, seemed to realize something: "You're pregnant? Pregnant with my child?"

Seeing that her dry heaving had subsided somewhat, Cuixiu nodded shyly. Niushan immediately stood up, took off his jacket, and shouted excitedly, clearly very happy.

After a long while, he sat back down, leaned against Cuixiu's belly and listened to something, chuckling, "My child, my child."

Cuixiu smiled gently and said quietly, "Husband, the village sorceress Liu told me that the baby is expected to be born by the end of the year."

"End of the year?"

Hearing this, Niu Shan's smile widened even more. "The end of the year will be wonderful! Our harvest this year is sure to be plentiful!"

"These few acres of barren land look much better to me than Uncle Wu's fertile fields! I, as his father, will certainly not let him go hungry!"

But upon hearing Niu Shan's words, Cui Xiu retorted, "Who said that? I was talking about what name we should give the child."

Niu Shan suddenly realized and nodded repeatedly! "Yes, yes, naming is the most important thing."

After a moment's thought, an idea came to him, and he spoke earnestly.

"I want to go up the mountain to beg the mountain immortal to give my child a good name, and also to thank the immortal."

Upon hearing this, Cuixiu felt a little flustered and quickly dissuaded him, "Master, it's not appropriate to bother the immortal with such a trivial matter."

Niu Shan laughed heartily, his expression becoming increasingly solemn: "The Great Immortal is compassionate and far from being a petty person."

"If it weren't for the divine blessing and guidance this year, our fields would have suffered a reduced yield and disaster like everyone else's, and it would be unknown whether we could have survived the famine."

"After the autumn harvest, I will go to Huangjia Village in the neighboring village to exchange for two plump old hens to take up the mountain as a token of my gratitude."

"We're not very literate and can't come up with auspicious names, so only a divine being could bestow one upon us, that would be perfect!"

He scratched the back of his head, his face full of a simple, honest smile, his heart brimming with gratitude and anticipation.

The couple whispered to each other for a while longer. Niu Shan, worried that Cui Xiu might be tired, urged her to go home and rest. In the following days, Niu Shan worked even harder and was full of energy.

In his spare time, he often felt extremely fortunate. If it weren't for his chance encounter with a reclusive immortal in the mountains that night, who helped him with his magic, his family would surely have been doomed to a year of disaster.

As night deepened, Niu Shan, filled with joy at the thought of his soon-to-be-born child, drifted off to sleep, brimming with happiness.

While joyous events were happening in the mortal world below the mountain, the Taoist temple on the mountaintop remained peaceful and serene. On the rooftop, Chen Yang sat cross-legged alone, completely unaware of the worldly affairs around him.

The moonlight spilled across the sky, its gentle glow spreading across the mountains and fields. He had already mastered the art of breathing exercises while gazing at the moon.

With each breath, the moonlight spiritual energy is precisely drawn into the body, slowly flowing into the dantian, where it merges and intertwines with the body's own spiritual power.

Tonight's cultivation has come to a successful conclusion, and the spiritual energy in my dantian has become even more refined and stable. The gentle evening breeze dispels the fatigue of cultivation.

Chen Yang stretched out his body, about to leap off the roof to finish his evening prayers and return to his room to rest, when at that moment, an unfamiliar figure quietly appeared outside the gate of the Taoist temple.

The newcomer wore a bamboo hat and carried a book box and a blue basket on his back. He had an unusual demeanor, unlike a villager from the mountains, and instead exuded a scholarly and eerie air.

When the scholar saw the person on the roof stop practicing, he immediately raised his hand and clapped lightly, praising them.

"I never imagined that such a spiritually rich fellow spirit would be hidden in the desolate mountains."

He cupped his hands slightly and said in a gentle tone, "Greetings, fellow Daoist. I am Shugui, a wandering traveler."

"May I borrow a corner of your esteemed residence to rest for a while?"