Becoming a god starting from the weasel

The next morning, Chen Yang slept in late, which was unusual for him. When he woke up, he was still dreaming about the scene of their parting the night before.

He suddenly woke up and saw that everything in the Taoist temple was as before, so he assumed that the book ghost's visit was just a dream.

But seeing the four ancient books piled beside his pillow, he finally believed that what had happened last night was real. "Will you come to visit me again in ten years?"

Chen Yang couldn't help but recall Chu Xiuyuan's words from last night. It seemed that the other party had many Taoist scriptures in his book basket, but refused to sell them to him. Chen Yang guessed that there was a reason for this.

Firstly, given his current wealth, he certainly couldn't afford it; that's one reason. Perhaps it's also for his own good.

However, it was already quite kind of Chu Xiuyuan to lend it to me, even giving me his own book, "Illustrated Catalogue of Miscellaneous Items".

Chen Yang sat on the edge of the bed, picked up "Illustrated Catalogue of Miscellaneous Items," and opened it to find that each category was clearly described in small seal script.

Although some characters are difficult to recognize, they are generally legible and the handwriting is very neat, which shows that the writer has profound calligraphy skills.

Fine, at worst we can buy some more Taoist techniques in ten years. Chen Yang has spiritual liquid, and he can cultivate Huangjing every month. It will definitely become a spiritual medicine in ten years, and then we can exchange it.

It's already high in the sky, so I'd better catch up on my missed morning lessons, cut some bamboo, and then study at noon.

Chen Yang hadn't forgotten about the fence. Since he had set the task of cultivating Solomon's Seal, he naturally had to take precautions. Otherwise, if a wild boar were to destroy it one day, it would be too late to cry.

And so, Chen Yang worked for another half month, and a row of short, sturdy bamboo fences stood up on the plowed ground in the backyard.

Although the tools weren't the most convenient, Niu Shan used high-quality materials, and while it was a bit troublesome, they were sufficient.

Over the past month, his cultivation has also made progress. In half a month, he gained another fifteen strands of spiritual energy, and he also read two parts of the "Miscellaneous Objects Catalogue": one is about cultivating immortality, and the other is about farming.

This method of farming is very different from what I learned in my previous life. Only the basics are the same. The "soil fertility" of my previous life is called "earth energy" in this life.

All plants and medicinal herbs need to absorb the earth's energy to grow. Ordinary soil can replenish this energy on its own, but if the planted species requires too much earth energy, the soil will be drained.

The book introduces a variety of methods, the most common of which is dredging river silt, wood ash, and dead branches and leaves, which is also the method Chen Yang is currently using.

An even more advanced method involves searching for spiritual creatures in the mountains. The book mentions a recipe: 【Hundred Birds Golden Urine】: made from the droppings of a hundred birds after years of fermentation, it is rich but does not burn.

Mixed with [thick pine root cloud soil]: humus soil from under thousand-year-old pine trees, containing the pure aroma of pine resin, which can absorb the earth's energy and cleanse impurities.

Add [A Hundred Beasts' Abode], [Cold Mud of Streams], and [Rotten Stone Marrow Dust], nurture for three months, and the land will naturally become fragrant, where a hundred kinds of herbs can be planted.

Chen Yang had never heard of these methods in his previous life, which provided him with a way to cultivate spiritual herbs in the future.

The book also mentions that if one can find the spiritual roots of heaven and earth, one can cultivate the earth's energy on one's own, greatly reducing stress and eliminating the need to collect miscellaneous items every day.

But that's a story for later. Right now, he doesn't even know any magic, so he should just focus on digging.

At least according to the catalog, the desire to transform this place into a paradise is achievable.

Now that he has cultivation, he can first upgrade ordinary land into medicinal fields. Now, another month has passed since last month, and Chen Yang's cultivation has reached sixty-one strands of spiritual energy.

Once the spiritual liquid condenses, it can be used on Huang Jing. If it can be cultivated properly, it can be used to break through to the first level of spiritual power.

The "Miscellaneous Objects Catalogue" states that both humans and demons possess seventy-two strands of spiritual energy corresponding to the Earthly Fiends, condensing into one strand of spiritual power. Thirty-six strands of spiritual power constitute one year's cultivation, corresponding to the Heavenly Dippers.

Whether spirit or human, cultivation must conform to the principles of the Heavenly Stems and Earthly Branches. At least condensing a strand of spiritual energy is the minimum standard for casting spells, and he is not far from achieving this.

Chen Yang hadn't seen the little red fox for a month, and he couldn't help but worry that something might have happened to it. But then he thought that the little fox was very clever and probably wouldn't have gotten into trouble easily.

It's already early July, and even in the mountains it's quite humid. If we don't get to work early, it will be even more unbearable when the sun comes up.

  Updates take time and effort, so please remember to share 101kanshu.com.

Chen Yang quickened his pace, finished his morning prayers at the Sanqing Hall, slung his hoe over his shoulder, picked up his bamboo tube, casually plucked a blade of grass and carried it in his mouth, then swaggered towards the mountain stream to continue his farming plans.

Just as he stepped out of the makeshift bamboo gate he had built, the little red fox's voice came from the direction of the mountain stream: "Brother Chen Yang! Brother Chen Yang! I've come to see you! Please come and help me!"

Chen Yang looked toward the path he usually walked on and saw a big, fluffy tail wagging back and forth, its rear end facing him.

The little red fox walked backwards, dragging something with its mouth.

Chen Yang dropped his hoe and bamboo tube and ran over, where he saw the little red fox struggling to drag two pheasants and a small cloth bag.

The cloth was wrapped very tightly, with some fresh blood at the knot, obviously from pheasants. The inside was not contaminated, and the two pheasants had just died and were very fresh.

Chen Yang picked up the two pheasants, while the little red fox only carried the cloth bag, making things much easier.

The fox and the wolf returned to the backyard. The little red fox collapsed by the vegetable patch, panting heavily. It looked up and took a bite of green amaranth, crunching away. It took a while to regain its strength.

Chen Yang brought over a ladle of water, but the little red fox shook its head. He put it down and asked, "What happened to you? I haven't seen you for a month. Where did you get this cloth bag?"

The little red fox is much bigger than it was two months ago, almost an adult, but Chen Yang carefully sensed its cultivation level and found that it hadn't made much progress, only having four strands of spiritual energy. It was clearly still playful.

It chuckled, twitched its ears, and said, "Brother Chen Yang, open it and take a look."

Chen Yang opened the bag with a puzzled look. Inside were two sets of indigo Taoist robes, but they were small and obviously made according to the shape of the little red fox. Although they were a bit awkward in some places, they fit well.

Chen Yang couldn't help but ask in confusion, "Where did you get this?"

The little red fox circled around, wagged its big tail, and said proudly, "I ran off to a human town!"

Chen Yang was even more confused. "Isn't it dangerous for a fox to wander into a human town?"

Seeing Chen Yang's surprise, the little red fox laughed and said, "Brother Chen Yang, don't worry. I went to a family's backyard and met a human girl."

"She taught me to write and recognize characters every day, and she always brought me candy, the kind that's black and sweet."

"Brother Chen Yang, do you know him? He's dark-skinned and has a sweet taste!"

After thinking for a moment, Chen Yang realized that this must refer to cane sugar. In ancient times, everyone was starving, so only wealthy families could afford to have sugar.

The little red fox added, "The first thing I did after learning to write was to have that girl make two sets of Taoist robes."

"Brother Chen Yang, although he is a Taoist priest, didn't even have a decent set of clothes. Now he does, doesn't he?"

As he spoke, he nudged the Taoist robe in the bag, revealing his white teeth. Chen Yang felt something was off, so he flicked the little red fox's forehead.

"You suddenly brought clothes, so you must want something from me, right? And you even brought two chickens."

After being exposed, the little red fox chuckled and said, "Brother Chen Yang, I'd like you to make me an extra serving of beggar's chicken, and also give me a name."

"That little girl has a name, but I don't. I don't like the name she gave me, so I've come to ask you for help."

As he spoke, he even squatted down and raised his paws to make a request, which made Chen Yang almost burst out laughing.