Becoming a god starting from the weasel

Following the stone steps of the Taoist temple down the slope, Chen Yang stepped straight into the deep, secluded forest.

After the first snow last night, the entire mountain forest was covered with a layer of white snow. As far as the eye could see, everything was covered in silver, cold and quiet.

The mountain wind occasionally swept through the forest, but Chen Yang had already embarked on the path of cultivation, impervious to heat and cold, and was completely unaffected by the chill.

Chen Yang walked steadily along the rock face, searching for a suitable sheltered mountain hollow.

In his view, the only place in the entire mountain that could block the snow was under these stone walls.

In terms of the surrounding terrain, the mountain is just a grassland, so birds probably wouldn't fly that far.

Even so, they are not easy to find.

Chen Yang walked for more than an hour and still found nothing. The entire forest was very quiet, with only the occasional melting snow falling and hitting the leaves with a crisp sound.

Chen Yang stood still and ate two pieces of fruit to regain his strength.

The weather has been getting colder lately, and he has been intentionally storing the fruit in a shady place. Although some of it has spoiled, quite a lot has been preserved. Combined with the vegetables in the garden, he is not short of food this winter.

Just as he was pondering where to look, he suddenly noticed a small bird with a shiny black forehead and a snow-white head perched on a treetop in the distance.

Chen Yang recognized it at a glance as a white-headed bulbul. Its presence here at this time must mean that he was not far from the place he was looking for.

Chen Yang immediately followed behind the old man with white hair, heading towards the mountain stream.

The white-haired old man seemed oblivious, groping his way around as he led Chen Yang.

Chen Yang only stopped when the white-haired old man rushed out of the dense forest.

A cacophony of chirping sounds, like the buzzing of birds, drifted from outside the dense forest, as if they were exchanging information.

Not daring to disturb the birds, Chen Yang first lay down in the grass and peeked through a crack. He saw a dense flock of birds huddled in a crevice in a recessed cliff.

The white-headed bulbul from before had vanished, having obviously also found a gap to squeeze in.

The ground on the cliff face was covered with a thick layer of white soil, with fresh bird droppings on it. Clearly, this habitat for hundreds of birds had existed for a long time, and the bird droppings could naturally be collected.

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However, at this moment, what amazed Chen Yang even more than the sight of a hundred birds gathering together was the scene of a hundred birds paying homage to the phoenix recorded in his previous life's books.

The suona piece "Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix" is modeled after the sounds of hundreds of birds, and there are also miscellaneous books that describe seeing a flock of birds paying homage to the phoenix in the mountains.

In retrospect, although the phoenix in the previous life was not real, the flock of birds was definitely accurate.

Just as Chen Yang lay prone in the grass, his big tail swishing back and forth, a startled bird cry suddenly came from the dense forest behind him.

He looked back and saw a bird, its color blue-green in the sunlight filtering through the trees, circling overhead, chirping and screeching, clearly issuing a warning.

Perhaps they are sentinel birds arranged by the flock to patrol the area.

Just as Chen Yang was thinking about how to stop the birds from chirping, there was a sudden commotion on the cliff outside the forest.

Seeing that the bird above posed no threat, Chen Yang looked up at the top of the cliff.

A pure white peacock spread its wings and slowly flew down from the top of the cliff.

In the mortal world, most peacocks in zoos had degenerated and were not good at flying. But this is a world of cultivation full of spiritual energy, so it is only natural that peacocks can soar through the air.

The white peacock gracefully landed on the ground, followed by a flock of birds that glided down after it. After circling for a moment, they all flew back into the crevices of the cliff.

However, Chen Yang could see that the white peacock was clearly coming towards him, and it was chirping as if it were saying something.

Seeing that the peacock seemed to have no ill intentions, Chen Yang parted the grass and stepped out, bowing respectfully.

Seeing Chen Yang's reaction, the white peacock's eyes flashed with a hint of surprise and doubt before it began to scrutinize him.

Chen Yang took the opportunity to check the peacock's cultivation level, but he couldn't sense it clearly. He could only roughly sense that the peacock's strength was dozens of times stronger than his own. Although he didn't know if the peacock had condensed its cultivation, its spiritual power was definitely much deeper than his own.

After some thought, Chen Yang used his ability to obtain a destiny on the peacock, but since the peacock did not make a deal with him, he was unable to steal its fate.

The white peacock sensed a strange power emanating from Chen Yang and, realizing there was no malice, chose to connect.

The next moment, Chen Yang heard the peacock's voice: "You weasel are quite interesting. I didn't expect there to be such a spirited little demon like you in the outer mountains."

Upon hearing this, Chen Yang's face showed a thoughtful expression. Outer mountains? Could it be referring to the outer mountains of the Black Wind Mountain Range?

Thinking this to himself, Chen Yang still bowed respectfully again and introduced himself: "I am Chen Yang, the abbot of a Taoist temple not far from the foot of the mountain."

"I came here unintentionally because I needed to find a field where the Hundred Birds Golden Dew could be fermented to make medicine. I hope you will forgive me, fellow Daoist."

Seeing Chen Yang's attitude, the white peacock laughed and said, "My name is Kong Ling, and I am a member of the peacock clan from the Black Wind Mountains."

"Is your so-called 'descending the mountain' related to the Black Wind Mountains?"

Kong Ling nodded: "Of course, the Black Wind Mountains are vast, bordering several human kingdoms; how could they be so small?"

"However, it cannot be explained in just a few words."

Chen Yang didn't press further after hearing this, since the other party had no reason to disclose information without a reason.

But Chen Yang cupped his hands in a respectful gesture and asked, "Fellow Daoist, may I take some of that Hundred Birds Golden Urine?"

Kong Ling's eyes darted around, then she smiled slightly and said, "Why not? I see a connection between us. It's just a little bit of bird droppings; I could personally deliver it to you, what harm is there?"

"This Hundred Birds Golden Urine is of little use to us."

If the previous remarks were somewhat polite, then these words are already a bit off; they're far too intimate.

He had no interest in what the other party wanted, yet they asked him to deliver it to them? "Could it be that you wish to visit me?" Chen Yang asked.

Upon hearing this, Kong Ling's face showed a hint of embarrassment. He then explained, "I smell a hint of monkey wine on you, fellow Daoist. This stuff is hard to find, but it tastes wonderful."

"May I... join you for a drink, fellow Daoist?"

Upon hearing this, Chen Yang finally understood. It turned out that the monkey wine he drank that morning had been smelled. Chen Yang had been drinking a small sip every morning for some time now, but he never expected that it would be smelled.

But it's not necessarily a bad thing. First, it would help her make friends and alleviate her loneliness. Second, it would be a good opportunity to learn about the situation here. Someone like Kong Ling would definitely know more than Little Red Fox and Niu Shan.

Then Chen Yang burst into laughter: "If you are willing to be a guest, I will certainly serve you monkey wine."

Seeing Chen Yang's attitude, Kong Ling's face showed satisfaction: "Every year when the snow falls heavily, the clan sends out clansmen to the outer mountains to gather hundreds of birds to sleep."

"Although the aura of a hundred birds gathered together is helpful for our clan's cultivation, these days are really boring."

"If you don't mind, fellow Daoist, please leave this basket here. Tomorrow, I will personally bring the Hundred Birds Golden Urine to your cave as a guest, how about that?"

Chen Yang was naturally pleased, since he didn't have to lift a finger, and after connecting, he could sense that Kong Ling had no sinister intentions. It was clear that Kong Ling was simply bored and tired of guarding the hundred birds after just one day.

He carefully told Kong Ling the address before leaving.

On the way back, Chen Yang recalled that although there had been some twists and turns in the search for the Hundred Birds Golden Urine today, it was nothing serious, and he could consider it as having found it.

Once you find other things, you can turn it into a medicinal herb field.

In winter, there are no wild beasts or poisonous insects in the mountains, so there is not much danger. Chen Yang returned very smoothly. After drinking some mountain stream water, he soon saw the backyard behind his Taoist temple, where a fence had been erected.

But as Chen Yang got closer, he noticed something unusual: there were some scattered footprints on the ground, and there was even bright red blood on the footprints.

"What...something has arrived?"

Chen Yang's eyes narrowed instantly, and he formed a spiritual sword finger, becoming alert.