Becoming a god starting from the weasel

Unexpectedly, Hu Daoming, who was initially feeling somewhat guilty, stood up and pleaded with Chen Yang.

"Brother, could you please do me a favor and tell her about this sachet and why I can't go?"

Looking at the pleading little red fox, Chen Yang remained silent, finished his tea, and stood up.

"Daoming, let's not even talk about how I'll get there; even if I do, it will be the end for the two of you."

Although Chen Yang often reads "The Spiritual Mirror of Good and Evil" and avoids worldly matters, he is not so averse to them.

His reason for rejecting it was simply because the little red fox was still stubbornly clinging to its delusions.

Then Chen Yang spoke only to the little red fox sitting on the futon.

"If you wish to send this token, you can do so once your cultivation has reached a certain level."

Ultimately, one must find a way to overcome this situation independently; no amount of advice from others will help.

If they can't let go and can't see the cause and effect, then their brotherhood is over.

He wouldn't have the same luck if he went to the Huang family rashly.

Just as the little red fox was pleading with him, Chen Yang could see that the number of lives above his head had dropped from one inch and two inches to half an inch.

Furthermore, it was shrouded in black mist, so if he couldn't figure it out, he would have no chance to have anything to do with him again.

Chen Yang continued to live as usual for the next few days, but he no longer had to dig mud from the stream or find leaves in the forest. Two days passed like this.

In the past two days, the little red fox seems to have become enlightened: during the day, it brews tea and reads books with him, and at night it silently gathers moonlight.

In just two days, it had already condensed three strands of spiritual energy, and its recovery speed was extremely fast, which made Chen Yang change his opinion of it.

Early on the third day, Chen Yang sat on the futon in the Sanqing Hall and closed the "Miscellaneous Books and Illustrations".

"Why hasn't Kong Ling arrived yet?"

As he sat on the prayer mat, Chen Yang couldn't help but think this.

Actually, Chen Yang didn't want to entertain Kong Ling; he just wanted to get the Hundred Birds Golden Urine as soon as possible.

After the snowfall, it's hard to find either silt or fallen leaves. To replenish the soil's fertility, we have to find other ways. For example, medicinal fields can restore some of the soil's energy on their own, which is why he's in a hurry to find some to improve the medicinal fields.

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Just as Chen Yang was thinking about whether he should go to Kong Ling's place today and bring back some Hundred Birds Golden Urine in advance, a bird song suddenly came from the sky.

Hearing the noise, both Hu Daoming and Chen Yang, who were originally lying on another futon next to Chen Yang reading "The Jade Chapter of Purifying the Mind and Eliminating Delusions", looked up and went to the backyard to see.

But upon arriving in the backyard, they witnessed a scene that surprised both of them.

Birds of various sizes could be seen in the air, carrying dried half-bamboo tubes in their beaks, and the tubes seemed to contain something.

As the lead bird chirped and gave a command, the flock poured out all the contents of the bamboo tube onto the path not far from the fence. They continued for quite a while until a small pile about the same height as Chen Yang was formed before they stopped.

Seeing this, the little red fox, whose injuries had mostly healed, stood behind the fence, looking on in amazement.

"Brother, what's going on? Even down in the mountains, you hardly see any birds in winter. Why are there suddenly so many coming up here?"

Seeing Hu Daoming's surprised expression, Chen Yang roughly guessed what was going on.

Sure enough, a snow-white figure flew down from the sky shortly afterward. Who else could it be but Kong Ling?

Kong Ling landed lightly in the courtyard, chirped something to the birds, and the flock gathered together and flew back towards the cliff.

"How's it going, Brother Chen Yang? Is this Hundred Birds Golden Urine enough for you?"

"If that's not enough, I'll have them send some more when I get back tonight."

Chen Yang, who had just estimated the amount of Hundred Birds Golden Urine here, nodded.

"That's enough, Fellow Daoist Kong Ling. This should be sufficient for our needs."

Seeing Chen Yang nod, Kong Ling stopped talking and then explained.

"I spent the last two days searching for the habitat of a hundred beasts and the thick pine root cloud soil for Fellow Daoist Chen Yang, which is why it took a little longer."

However, Kong Ling clearly felt guilty when she said these words.

Although Chen Yang understood, since the other party said they had already found it, there was no need to dwell on these matters.

Then Chen Yang cupped his hands in a respectful gesture towards Kong Ling.

"In that case, thank you very much, Fellow Daoist Kong Ling. Come, let's enter the temple."

"I've been waiting for Fellow Daoist Kong Ling these past few days. The fire in the stove has been burning the whole time. You can warm some wine and brew some hot tea."

Upon hearing this, Kong Ling couldn't help but lick her lips, a smile appearing on her face.

"In that case, thank you very much, fellow Daoist."

The three of them then entered the Sanqing Temple together.

After a brief introduction, Chen Yang went to the kitchen to get busy. Only after Kong Ling had looked around the entire Taoist temple did Chen Yang come out carrying a large bamboo tube and three bamboo cups.

"Fellow Daoist Kong Ling, you have indeed been waiting for a long time. Please have some hot tea first."

Seeing Chen Yang carrying a wooden tray, Kong Ling's face also showed a happy expression.

"I'm sorry to have bothered you, Fellow Daoist Chen Yang."

Despite saying that, Kong Ling still lowered her head and drank the hot tea in front of her in no time.

Knowing that Kong Ling was eager to drink the monkey wine, Chen Yang opened the large bamboo tube and poured a full cup of warm wine down her throat. Kong Ling continued to drink heartily, without feeling embarrassed at all.

After drinking three cups in a row, Kong Ling's face turned slightly red, and then she flapped her wings.

"Alright, alright, fellow Daoist, don't fall so hastily. Let me catch my breath first."

Chen Yang poured a cup for the little red fox and himself before stopping.

However, looking at Kong Ling, Chen Yang could roughly make a judgment: she was a peacock who loved to drink.

After smacking his lips in satisfaction, Chen Yang then inquired about the news from Kong Ling.

"Fellow Daoist Kong Ling, I wonder how your talk of going down the mountain a few days ago differs from my experience on the outer mountain?"

Chen Yang had never been very familiar with the situation in the Black Wind Mountains, but today was a good opportunity to learn about it.

Hearing Chen Yang's question, Kong Ling didn't hide anything and squatted down to answer.

"The terms 'descending the mountain' and 'outer mountain' are used by the Black Wind Mountain Range to determine these terms based on spiritual energy and depth."

"The deeper you go, the denser the spiritual energy becomes, the faster you can cultivate, and the stronger the spirits become."

"And this place down the mountain is the most basic place for attracting spirits. Although it is not as dangerous as the deeper parts, going in rashly will still bring disaster."

Then Kong Ling unconsciously took another sip of monkey wine, a satisfied look on his face.

Chen Yang listened to these words and pondered silently.

"Can one cultivate faster by going down the mountain?"

Just as Chen Yang was muttering these words, the little red fox next to him also heard what Chen Yang said.

Although he couldn't understand what the strange bird was cawing at, he did hear what Chen Yang had just said.

"Brother, what are you referring to as 'going down the mountain'? How can one cultivate faster?"

As Chen Yang listened to the little red fox speak, he also looked down at it, revealing a surprised and suspicious expression.

"Oh? You've changed your personality?"

Seeing Chen Yang's amused look, the little red fox scratched its head sheepishly.

"Although I didn't fully heed what my elder brother said that day, I still realized the importance of cultivation."

"If I can cultivate faster, it would be good if I could return this sachet myself."

Hearing that the little red fox was still concerned about this matter, Chen Yang felt somewhat helpless but did not intend to say anything. After all, it was good to have something to use as motivation for cultivation.

Then Chen Yang patiently and meticulously explained to Hu Daoming the differences between the outer mountain and the lower mountain, as well as the advantages and disadvantages of cultivation.

Inside the Sanqing Temple, the fire was warm, and a weasel, a peacock, and a fox sat around chatting, the aroma of wine and tea mingling together, creating a peaceful and leisurely atmosphere.

At this moment, the bustling world below the mountain is completely different from the tranquil life on the mountain.

Despite the biting wind, Niu Shan donned a thick cotton coat and headed to the village entrance to collect a jug of turbid wine and a pound of flour as part of the disaster relief program.

The big dog looked at the wine in its hand with a smug grin, its eyes full of envy.

"Brother Shan, tell me, how much silver does Master Huang have? He's making such a grand show just to marry off his daughter."

Niu Shan scratched his head with an honest expression: "I didn't know, but this must be a joyous occasion."

In the eleventh month of the third year of the Taichu era of the Great Zhao Dynasty, in Xiahuangjia Village, Dingchang County, Mingzhou, there was a girl named Huang Yue who was protected by a fox spirit.

Later, she married into the prominent Li family. On the day of their marriage, she bestowed favors upon the villagers, and everyone in the town said that the marriage was auspicious and blessed.

At the entrance of Huangjia Village, eight large sedan chairs were raised, with only the beautiful woman in the chairs visible through the swaying curtains, her eyes lowered and filled with tears. Outside, the house was filled with joy and congratulations.