Becoming a god starting from the weasel

Now, after about half a year of cultivation, Chen Yang has become extremely proficient in cultivation.

As his posture changed, the moon once again cast down its pure white light, draping Chen Yang as if he were wearing a silvery-white veil.

Within the moonlight, Chen Yang extracted bits of spiritual light, but due to his talent, he could only absorb a maximum of one layer of the falling moonlight each time, and the rest would dissipate again.

However, Chen Yang was not annoyed by this, and continued to cultivate himself silently.

Just as Chen Yang was silently cultivating under the moonlight, a furry, furry figure appeared at the bamboo fence in the backyard.

After fiddling with it for a while, Black Hair tore open the fence gate and then sneaked into the Sanqing Hall through the back door.

The moon is round and bright tonight. Although it is not as bright as it is in summer, you can still vaguely make out its shape.

The black-haired man in the corner looked up and saw Chen Yang sitting on the roof of the temple gate, cultivating under the moonlight. The moonlight shining on Chen Yang made it seem as if he was having a heart-to-heart talk with the immortal in the moon.

When had Black Hair ever seen such a scene? He lay sprawled on a pillar inside the Sanqing Hall, his mouth agape in astonishment.

Chen Yang's ears twitched slightly as he heard the commotion inside the Sanqing Hall. Knowing that Black Hair had probably arrived, a faint smile appeared on his face.

It seems that the black hair really is destined for him.

Under the moonlight, Chen Yang chose to disperse his cultivation, but his spiritual energy only stopped at seventeen strands, just one strand away from condensing the eighteenth strand.

Just as Black Hair was wondering what was going on, Chen Yang looked back at him and said, "Black Hair, you're here."

Seeing Chen Yang turn around with his hands behind his back, his Taoist robe fluttering in the autumn wind, making him look like a true immortal under the moon, Black Hair hurriedly knelt down and prostrated himself.

Black Hair responded, "Sir, your disciple has been kneeling here waiting for a long time!"

Upon hearing the voice, Chen Yang turned around and shouted with a hint of mockery.

"This monkey! Busy all day, and instead of resting in the valley at night, what is it doing behind me?"

Upon hearing this, Black Hair hurriedly clasped his hands and said, "Sir, yesterday you spoke to everyone in front of the gate and instructed your disciple to convey your teachings to me through the back door at midnight. Therefore, I have the audacity to come directly to your bedside."

Upon hearing this, Chen Yang feigned even greater anger: "When did I ever say such a thing?"

Black Hair, fearing Chen Yangzhen would become angry, hurriedly said, "The three taps on the head by the master indicate that he's coming to find you in the middle of the night!"

"Entering with hands behind their back and closing the main gate in the center indicates that they will not use the main gate but will use the back gate to avoid the other monkeys in the valley and spread the word in private."

  

At this point, Black Hair was almost in tears. It really wasn't him who trespassed!

Chen Yang found the black-haired creature's appearance amusing and thought to himself, "This black-haired creature is indeed destined for something, otherwise other spirits wouldn't be able to understand such a riddle?"

Black Hair seemed to have made up his mind, and kowtowed again, saying, "There is no Six Ears here, only this disciple! I beg Master to have great mercy and impart to me the way to immortality. I will never forget your kindness!"

Chen Yang laughed heartily, never expecting to encounter such an amusing situation, and then said...

"I am delighted that you are here today. However, there is no method for achieving immortality, only the path of cultivating qi for longevity."

"Now that you have discerned the hidden meaning in the dish, come closer and listen carefully, and I will impart this wonderful method to you."

Black Hair then kowtowed again in thanks, listened attentively, and knelt beside Chen Yang.

Chen Yang passed on the Moon Gazing and Qi Gathering Technique to Black Hair. At first, Black Hair practiced it very awkwardly because this technique was ultimately unique to weasels.

Monkeys are the second most advanced species after humans and the most advanced of all creatures. By drawing inferences from one another, they can sometimes gain insights.

Just as the moonlight was about to fade away, Black Fur successfully drew in a wisp of moonlight and slowly absorbed it.

As the moonlight faded, a happy expression appeared on Black Hair's face.

"Sir, I did it! Sir, I did it!" Black Hair cheered from the side.

After sensing a wisp of spiritual energy, as thin as a hair, in Chen Yang's dantian, he stroked his beard and nodded.

"If that's the case, then it means you can do it too."

Upon hearing this, Black Hair kowtowed several more times.

Seeing that he was grateful, Chen Yang was very satisfied. He then said, "It's getting late, and it's not very safe for you to go back. Why don't you stay at the temple tonight?"

Black Hair nodded repeatedly upon hearing this: "Then thank you very much, sir."

Afterwards, Hei Mao followed Chen Yang's example and gave the Three Pure Ones a night lesson. Chen Yang then arranged for him to sleep in the Taoist house next door, which was filled with melons and fruits.

When Chen Yang woke up the next day, he had already finished his morning lessons and even cooked a plate of eggs.

After finishing his meal, Black Hair bowed repeatedly in thanks and returned to Monkey Valley.

After finishing his work, Chen Yang went to the field to check on the Zhu Guo plants.

Only three medium-sized leaves remained on the Zhu Guo plant; the rest had been pruned by Chen Yang yesterday.

The main reason why plants usually wilt after transplanting is because the white hairy roots are damaged, and those tiny rootlets are used to absorb water.

So Chen Yang trimmed the leaves of the Vermilion Fruit to reduce transpiration, but now it seems that the problem with the Vermilion Fruit is not just that.

Chen Yang frowned in thought, but now it seemed that the stem was quite strong and should be able to last for another two days.

After that, Chen Yang stopped paying attention to it, watered the peach pit, and then went to fence off a new area for the two hens to build a chicken coop.

Watching the two little hens pecking at the grass, living a very comfortable life, Chen Yang nodded and continued to fetch water and dig mud to compost the land.

Time flies, and another half month has passed.

For the past two weeks, Chen Yang has been diligently practicing his morning lessons, collecting eggs, digging soil to fertilize the land, and reading and cultivating himself every day. Although his routine remains regular, it has its own unique charm.

Two days after the Vermilion Fruit withered, Chen Yang poured all of its spiritual liquid on it, and the fruit's condition improved. The leaves were no longer withered, and a few small leaves even sprouted.

However, apart from that, it had no other remarkable effects.

However, Chen Yang discovered something interesting: simply watering the Vermilion Fruit with spiritual liquid did not seem to reduce the soil's fertility much.

Chen Yang didn't know the reason behind this wonderful thing, but he still recorded it in the Miscellaneous Books Catalogue as a supplement.

However, since there was no ink, Chen Yang used a charcoal pencil to carefully draw on the claw.

In the past half month, Chen Yang's cultivation has progressed to twenty-five strands of spiritual energy.

Early in the morning, Chen Yang looked at the first snow in the courtyard and murmured to himself, "It's already November, so it's not surprising that it's snowing."

Chen Yang sat in the courtyard, drinking hot tea and eating fruits, thinking to himself.

Just then, the snow stopped, and Chen Yang came into the courtyard.

In his previous life, Chen Yang was from the south and had never seen much snow.

Although I don't know what constitutes a "thick" layer, the current layer in the courtyard is only thin, just enough to leave my own footprints. This layer is not considered thick, which is just enough to go out and find the materials needed to upgrade the herb field.

As more and more medicinal fields are reclaimed in the future, the fertility of the river mud, dead branches and decaying leaves accumulated on a daily basis will be far from sufficient.

Only by upgrading the medicinal herb field can the land itself generate its own energy to nourish the spiritual plants.

The "Illustrated Catalogue of Birds' Golden Urine" also records that during the cold winter when snow falls, birds gather in sheltered valleys to overwinter, and the bird and animal droppings that accumulate over the years are the superior spiritual fertilizer, Birds' Golden Urine.

The first snowfall is just in time, and the snow-covered mountains have fewer poisonous insects, making it a perfect opportunity to go and search for them.

Having made up his mind, Chen Yang shouldered a bamboo basket, filled it with wild fruits and warm stream water, and went outside.