Becoming a god starting from the weasel

Upon seeing this, Butler Huang immediately bowed and respectfully reported to his superior:

"Greetings, Fox Fairy! Greetings, Third Miss!"

Seeing this, Niu Shan quickly followed suit, awkwardly bowing his head with a deliberately restrained posture, which looked quite comical.

On the lawn next to the chicken coop in the backyard of the Huang family, a round-faced girl of about fourteen years old was wearing a light yellow dress, with her hair styled in a cute bun. She had bright eyes and white teeth, and was pretty and charming.

She was frolicking with a red fox that looked like a gas cylinder and had a very endearing, clumsy appearance. The girl's eyes were clear and bright like glass, and she was lively and charming.

The moment Butler Huang approached, the red fox, whose ears had been drooping and whose face was full of joy, suddenly perked up, instantly abandoning its playful demeanor and revealing a hint of unfathomable depth.

The fox spirit nodded gently, then nimbly leaped into Huang Yue's arms.

Huang Yue coughed lightly and said calmly, "Butler Huang, I'll take Xiaoming for a stroll in the garden."

"Later, pick out two of the tenderest hens to make braised chicken for Xiaoming."

Butler Huang bowed respectfully and replied, "Yes, Third Miss."

Huang Yue left with the red fox in her arms, and Niu Shan never dared to look up, only daring to secretly peek out of the corner of his eye.

He thought to himself that this red fox's appearance was almost identical to the fox spirit he had seen sleeping under the statue of the Three Pure Ones in the Great Immortal Temple, except that it was now a bit fatter.

Woodcutters often work in the mountains and rely on their eyesight in many places, so Niu Shan's eyesight is extremely accurate; nine times out of ten, it's the same animal.

Upon realizing this, Niu Shan couldn't help but marvel that the red fox, which had been sleeping soundly in the Taoist temple, had become a distinguished guest in the Huang family.

He never even dared to dream of being served two tender chickens for every meal. After Huang Yue left, Butler Huang led Niu Shan into the chicken coop to select the chickens.

The enclosure was filled with carefully raised young hens of excellent quality. Following his mother's repeated instructions, Niu Shan carefully selected three top-quality hens and put them into a bamboo basket.

Carrying the heavy bamboo basket, Niu Shan was filled with emotion. Just as he was about to leave, he saw Steward Huang personally pick out two more tender chickens and send them to the kitchen, specifically for the fox spirit to eat.

Even the head steward of the Huang family had to serve him personally, which shows that the things the immortal casually left behind were something these gentlemen would fight tooth and nail to get, and even the landlord Huang dared not be the slightest bit negligent.

Niu Shan secretly compared the fox spirit's abilities with those of the Great Immortal, but after thinking about it, he shook his head. Although the fox spirit had abilities, it was completely incomparable to the Great Immortal.

The immortal was calm and peaceful, able to farm and talk like an ordinary person, yet he resolved the drought in Huangni'ao this year with just a few words of guidance, saving the lives of the entire village.

This fox spirit must have been sent by a great immortal to protect this region, for the great immortal must have compassion for all living beings and could not bear to see the people suffer.

Afterwards, Niu Shan finished buying what he needed for the house and then returned home with Da Gou and Sanwa.

The mountain path was winding and difficult to traverse on the way there, but the return journey was swift and easy, several times faster.

At this moment, Huangni'ao showed no signs of the desolation and ruin caused by the disaster. At the entrance of the village, a group of women had finished harvesting rice and were sitting around chatting, presenting a peaceful and harmonious scene of a bountiful harvest.

Seeing Niu Shan return with a full load, everyone praised his competence. Some even joked, looking at the hen in the bamboo basket, "Cui Xiu's future babies will definitely be as tall and strong as Niu Shan!"

An older woman lamented, "If my daughter weren't married, she would have been betrothed to such a fine young man as Shan Niu Zi long ago."

Over the past month, Niu Shan had heard such praise countless times, but being shy, he couldn't handle the lively atmosphere. His cheeks flushed red as he hurriedly said goodbye and ran home.

On his way home, Niu Shan looked at the majestic Black Wind Mountain Range, which was bright and clear under the sun, and his heart was filled with gratitude. He realized that the village's peace and prosperity today were all thanks to the protection of the Great Immortal.

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Niu Shan secretly made up his mind that he would definitely go up the mountain tomorrow to thank the immortal properly, and also to name his unborn son.

Niu Shan was very self-aware; he was just an ordinary woodcutter, and without the guidance of the great immortal, he would never be where he is today.

At the entrance of the Taoist temple atop the mountain, Chen Yang, carrying a bamboo basket, suddenly sneezed. He muttered to himself:

"Is it because it's too chilly in autumn, or am I not wearing enough clothes? Or is someone nagging me?"

Chen Yang looked up at the mottled plaque, which had weathered many storms and now only the character "观" (guan, meaning "view") was still faintly discernible.

It has been half a year since he transmigrated, and today is the first time he has decided to leave the temple. He can't help but feel a little expectant.

Chen Yang raised his hand and touched the sickle at his waist, feeling much more at ease. "If Heaven doesn't take what it wants, it will bring trouble upon itself."

"Going up the mountain to explore is certainly worthwhile."

With his mind made up, Chen Yang slowly walked up the mountain along the mountain paths he had been wandering for the past six months.

It was the golden autumn season, with leaves falling in the mountains and ripe wild fruits hanging among the grass and trees. Chen Yang casually picked a few, wiped them clean with his Taoist robe, and then chewed them.

The sweet and sour juice is refreshing and thirst-quenching. The crisp and fresh mountain fruit, though not as delicious, is far superior to the fruit from the big city in my previous life.

Chen Yang used a sickle to clear the way, and although he took a longer route, he still managed to climb the high slope in the forest.

When Chen Yang finally stepped onto a protruding boulder, the view suddenly opened up before him. Instead of a dense forest, the mountaintop was covered with a vast expanse of green grassland.

A clear spring meanders down from the top of a distant mountain, offering a vast and beautiful view that closely resembles the magnificent grassland scenery of northern Xinjiang that I saw on my phone in my previous life.

Chen Yang gazed at the mountains and sighed inwardly, "I never expected such scenery to be hidden on the mountaintop."

Looking back, the surrounding mountains stretch endlessly, all lower than the Black Wind Mountain Range. At the foot of the mountains lies a small village, which must be the Huangni'ao that Niu Shan mentioned.

The Black Wind Mountains encircle the northern part of the village, creating a terrain that gathers and retains energy. If a path could be carved through the cliff, it would lead directly to the plains outside the Black Wind Mountains. This terrain is quite remarkable.

Chen Yang felt a surge of relief. He straightened his clothes and continued walking towards the stone valley deep in the grassland, following the vague sense of destiny between his brows.

Stone Valley was not far away, and they arrived in no time. At the entrance of the valley, a clear stream meandered, and the water flowed gently. Chen Yang lifted his robe and stepped across the scattered river stones. As soon as he reached the entrance of the valley, he saw a large area of ​​lush orchards inside.

The valley is filled with various fruit trees, laden with fruit, growing far more vigorously than at the foot of the mountain. The valley walls are also dotted with natural stone caves of varying sizes. "This place is secluded and tranquil, a rare gem."

Chen Yang was looking on with great interest and was about to go into the valley to pick some fruit to try when three figures suddenly darted out from the depths of the orchard.

Three macaques, each about a foot in size, swung out from between the trees. The one in the lead had a tuft of black fur on its head and looked terrified. It led its companions and fled in panic.

When the black-haired macaque saw Chen Yang, its eyes were full of doubt. Chen Yang stood still, closed his eyes and examined the three monkeys. He found that they had no spiritual energy and were just ordinary wild monkeys, so he did not take them seriously.

Just then, a fist-sized rock suddenly flew from deep within the orchard, carrying a strong gust of wind and smashing straight into Chen Yang's face.

The curiosity in Chen Yang's eyes vanished instantly, replaced by a coldness, as he locked his gaze on the object that had been thrown from the shadows.

With a slight tilt of his body, he easily dodged the flying stone, and his attack missed its mark. A huge figure suddenly leaped down from the tree.

That monkey was more than three times the size of an ordinary macaque! Its face was covered with blue and purple stripes, its fangs were exposed and looked ferocious and fierce, and its buttocks were covered with colorful red hair. Its appearance was extremely terrifying!

But Chen Yang recognized it at a glance, and calmly thought, "I didn't expect there to be a mountain demon in these mountains."