Becoming a god starting from the weasel

Milky white moonlight drifted into Chen Yang's lower abdomen and slowly gathered in his dantian. Chen Yang couldn't help but let out a long breath.

Touching his abdomen and feeling the strand of spiritual energy the size of a hair, a joyful smile involuntarily appeared on his face.

His guess was right; there really are immortals in this world... This is a world of cultivation!

Chen Yang then regained his composure and, not daring to delay, continued to absorb the moonlight.

Chen Yang reluctantly stopped when he could no longer absorb any more moonlight.

If anyone could see this at this moment, they would surely be astonished.

Because at this moment, the spiritual energy in Chen Yang's dantian has increased four or five times compared to when it started.

Although he couldn't immediately perceive any special benefits, Chen Yang wasn't discouraged. At least it was much better than being a 996 workhorse in the concrete jungle.

He was an orphan all alone, farming by day and cultivating at night, living a carefree and happy life.

Chen Yang glanced at the sky and figured it was getting late. He decided to get up tomorrow and go for a walk in the nearby mountains, and dig up some silt to fertilize the fields.

Although there was spiritual liquid, this kind of land still needed to be fertile. Chen Yang subconsciously stood up.

This time, it wasn't the numbness of standing after becoming a weasel, but a strange sense of ease, as if I had become a human again.

"It seems that this Hun Tian Zhu truly has endless uses."

He casually plucked a large amaranth leaf, stuffed it into his mouth, and then carried the hoe back to the Sanqing Hall. After putting the hoe down, he prepared to go to sleep after finishing his evening prayers.

Chen Yang learned this from an ancient book kept in the Sanqing Hall. At first, he found it tedious, but now it has become a habit.

But just as he knelt before the statues of the Three Pure Ones, shouts came from outside the Taoist temple.

"Is anyone at the temple? I'm from Huangni'ao at the foot of Black Wind Mountain!"

"There's a severe drought this year, and we have nothing to eat! I got lost yesterday while searching for wild vegetables, so I've come here to ask for some food!"

The old mountain gate creaked open, and he immediately became alert.

Looking around the Sanqing Hall, there was no other place to hide but open space and obstructions. One could only gaze at the statues of the Three Pure Ones within the hall.

Chen Yang respectfully apologized, "My Lords, please forgive me. I have temporarily taken refuge under your seat. I will certainly rebuild your golden body in the future!"

After saying that, he used his four claws to climb up the blue cloud wood carving under the throne.

Silently hiding behind the statue, it tucked its fluffy long tail and completely disappeared into the shadows.

Just as they had hidden themselves, a disheveled figure limped into the hall, leaning against the wall. It was Niu Shan, who had come into the mountains in search of food out of extreme hunger.

The hazy moonlight shone into the hall. Although Niu Shan could not read, he recognized the statue of the Three Pure Ones in the center. He had seen it when he was a young farmhand.

"It is the Three Pure Ones above!"

  

Niu Shan, who had been limp and powerless, suddenly straightened up and kowtowed repeatedly to the statue of the god, his voice trembling with sobs:

"I am Niu Shan, a humble villager from Huangni'ao! The severe drought has stripped the bark off all the trees in the village!"

"I got lost while searching for wild vegetables in the mountains. Thanks to your protection, sir, I am deeply grateful for your life-saving grace!"

After offering a long prayer and kowtowing three times, he dared to shrink into a corner of the hall and rest against the wall.

From the shadows, Chen Yang sized up the man before him. He was a burly man, his bronze skin wrapped in a coarse cloth shirt, and his body covered in scratches.

One of his straw sandals was missing, and he was barefoot on the ground, clearly having slipped and fallen while traveling late at night. A moment later, his stomach began to rumble.

"If only I could have something to eat... I wonder how my mother and Cuixiu are doing."

Niu Shan murmured softly, and every word reached Chen Yang's ears.

Just then, a profound and mysterious technique suddenly flooded into Chen Yang's sea of ​​consciousness.

He concentrated and comprehended the technique, then suddenly opened his eyes and discovered it was a method to obtain a seal!

This reminded Chen Yang of the explanations he had seen in folk tales in his previous life.

After a hundred years of cultivation, the weasel is about to undergo a tribulation to be sealed. It asks people whether it is more like a human or a god.

He answered like a human, transformed into human form, safely passed through the tribulation, and then repaid his debt of gratitude.

If the answer is like that of a god, the person who answers will lose their lifespan; if the answer is not good enough, they will be afflicted with a terrible illness on the spot and die a horrible death.

If the answer is not like that, then his cultivation will be completely destroyed, and he will hold a grudge and seek revenge in the future.

However, Chen Yang's method of demanding the title was different; it was more like a contract, which could be forcibly demanded and plundered as seen in his previous life.

It is also possible to ask the other party for it in a peaceful manner, which is the cultivation method of the weasel that is different from that of ordinary spirits.

It seems there are still villages down the mountain, but I wonder what the situation is like in this world.

Why not use this method of seeking official recognition to ask him about it himself?

Looking at Niu Shan's weak appearance, perhaps this method is feasible.

Immediately, Chen Yang used the half wisp of spiritual power in his dantian to gather in his throat, and a faint white line connected Chen Yang and Niu Shan.

"Who are you, and why have you trespassed into my sacred space?"

A clear, slender human voice rang out from behind the statue. Chen Yang himself was slightly taken aback; he had actually spoken human language?!

Niu Shan woke up instantly, looking around in a panic: "Who? Who's speaking?"

Chen Yang stood upright on his hind legs, his large tail swaying gently, his eyes glowing green, and lightly jumped down from the throne.

Standing under the eaves in front of the Sanqing Hall, the faint moonlight illuminated Chen Yang's figure.

It turned out to be a weasel standing upright, and its eyes were extremely bright, just like a human's.

Upon seeing Chen Yang appear, the man stammered... This was actually a Wong Tai Sin!

"I am Niu Shan from Huangni'ao! I didn't mean to disturb Huang Daxian!"

"Great Immortal! Please spare me!"

Chen Yang remained silent, but instead made a show of it, calculating as he spoke while pinching his fingers together:

"Haven't you imagined that hundreds of years have passed? Now there's even a severe drought down below the mountain?"

Hearing Chen Yang's mutterings, Niu Shan was stunned, keenly discerning the information in Chen Yang's words.

"A hundred years? This immortal has been cultivating in seclusion for a hundred years!?"

When Niu Shan looked up again, he saw Chen Yang sitting on the futon under the statue of the Three Pure Ones, looking at him calmly.

"Come, tell me what changes have taken place in the last hundred years?"

Chen Yang remained completely calm and composed, just like an old dog, which intimidated Niu Shan.

When had a woodcutter like him ever seen such a scene?

He quickly began to speak, like beans spilling from a bamboo tube, for a long time until he started talking about how his family usually lived. There was really nothing more to say, so Chen Yang waved his hand to make him stop.

As Chen Yang listened, he occasionally showed various expressions, sometimes reminiscing, sometimes sighing.

Although it was all an act, Chen Yang had gained a general understanding of this world.

The country here is called the Great Song Dynasty, and the royal surname is Zhao. However, it is not the dynasty that Chen Yang knew in his previous life. It is just a small country located in the mountains.

Below us lies the Black Wind Mountain Range, and Black Wind Town at its foot is a vital passage to the outside world, with many villages scattered around it.

The closest village to the Taoist temple, and the only remaining village at the foot of the mountain, is Huangni'ao.

The village has only a little over a hundred people, and they live in poverty, making it very difficult for them to even get married.

Niu Shan's own wife was someone he picked up from another place; he was just a mountain dweller, so that was all he knew.

Seeing Chen Yang sitting upright on the futon as if deep in thought, Niu Shan steeled himself and suddenly knelt down with a thud: "Great Immortal, I beg you to give me some food!"

Chen Yang simply smiled: "I have my own food, but... what will you offer in exchange?"