Becoming a god starting from the weasel

"Brother Shan, you haven't been going out lately, staying home every day taking care of your wife?" Sanwa asked, holding a bottle of wine and kneading dough, swallowing hard.

Niu Shan, holding the wine and noodles, looked at the three children who were craving the wine, and then glanced at the big dog next to him whose eyes were constantly darting around, and asked.

"You two, is there something you want to tell me?"

Having his thoughts read at a glance, the big dog stopped hiding and spoke directly.

"The village distributed alcohol today, and we'd like to invite Brother Shan to our house for a few drinks."

Sanwa suppressed his craving for alcohol and quickly chimed in, "The three of us brothers, with three jars of good wine, will surely have a great time tonight."

Upon hearing this, Niu Shan couldn't help but recall the monkey wine he had drunk at Daxian Temple half a month ago.

Although the village wine is far less mellow than the monkey wine, it still has its own unique flavor.

After a moment's thought, Niu Shan nodded in agreement: "Okay, I'll just bring the wine."

"Your sister-in-law is close to giving birth, so her health is the most important thing. Keep this flour at home to help her recover."

Big Dog and Third Brother were both bachelors with no family ties, so they didn't care at all: "Brother Shan, just remember to come over early. I'll kill a chicken tonight to have with my drinks."

After saying that, Niu Shan took the wine and noodles back to his home. However, if you could see it, you would find that an extra straw shed had been set up in Niu Shan's house.

When he opened the door and found no one home, he knew that his mother had gone into Cuixiu's room again.

"Mother, I'm back. Today is Master Huang's daughter's wedding, and he did give us some wine and noodles."

"I'm going drinking with Da Gou and the others this evening, so I'll leave the noodles at home." With that, Niu Shan went inside and squeezed onto the kang (a heated brick bed).

At this moment, Cuixiu's belly was already swollen, and she was lying on the bed.

Grandma Niu was knitting a small cotton-padded jacket. Although the lining was made of tattered cotton, it was still warm enough. Grandma Niu complained with dissatisfaction.

"You usually just fiddle with those rice plants in that little outhouse next to the house, but now that it's snowing, they still won't grow. I don't know what you're so busy with all this time?"

Niu Shan scratched his head sheepishly, unsure how to explain in detail, and could only reply simply.

"These are all divine techniques bestowed by the Great Immortal."

"The sage once said that although it is not the right time to plant now, we can select the wheat seeds with the fullest ears, the most upright growth, and no pests in the field and save them."

"It will be of great use next year. I've been keeping notes in the shed these past few days to prepare for next year."

After saying that, Niu Shan gently pressed his hand against Cui Xiu's protruding belly, feeling the movement inside, his face full of gentle smiles.

However, Granny Niu had no intention of blaming her; she just grunted and stopped talking.

Inside the Taoist temple, Chen Yang was still talking to Kong Ling, whose face was flushed from drinking.

"Fellow Daoist, let me tell you, beyond the mountain lies the plateau, which consists of grasslands with various terrains."

"There are some small spiritual places in these meadows, which are better than those down the mountain, but they are also inhabited by powerful spirits."

"Above that, I don't know; perhaps the elders of the clan would know."

Kong Ling let out a drunken hiccup and said while swaying his neck.

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Chen Yang was alright; he didn't drink too fast and wasn't affected much: "In that case, thank you very much, Fellow Daoist Kong Ling."

Hearing Chen Yang's words, Kong Ling flapped his wings: "If it weren't for Fellow Daoist Chen Yang, I'm afraid I wouldn't have been able to drink this monkey wine. I certainly had a great time today."

Then Kong Ling said, "It's getting late."

"Fellow Daoist Xijian Hanni has already searched quite a few, so there's no need for that."

"I suppose your spirit field now only lacks compost and marrow dust..."

"There are some of these things at the foot of my cliff, but it's not convenient for us birds to find them."

"You can come in person, or send this little red fox beside you, and I'll fetch some for you."

Upon hearing this, Chen Yang cupped his hands in greeting to Kong Ling. Although Kong Ling was a heavy drinker with a low alcohol tolerance, he was indeed a kind and honest man.

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

Kong Ling nodded, then got up, flapped her wings, and walked towards the backyard. At the same time, she used her spiritual energy to slowly dispel the effects of the alcohol on her body and said to Chen Yang.

"Thank you for your hospitality, fellow Daoist. It's getting late, and I must return to protect the birds."

"If I have the opportunity next year, I will definitely come to seek you out again."

Upon hearing this, Chen Yang got up to see them off, while the little red fox had already passed out drunk beside him, and the whole bamboo tube of monkey wine had been drunk up by them.

Upon reaching the backyard, Kong Ling flapped its wings and took to the air, disappearing into the twilight of the mountains and forests in an instant. After watching Kong Ling leave, Chen Yang began to clean up the mess in front of the Sanqing Hall.

They threw fruit peels and other debris into the field, carried the little red fox back to the Taoist temple, and busied themselves carrying the golden urine of the Hundred Birds back to the courtyard in a basket.

After finishing all that work, it was already dark, but brewing tea and warming wine in winter was a blessing.

Chen Yang then lay back down in the Daoist temple to catch up on some sleep, and then led Yuehua to begin cultivating.

Just as Chen Yang was cultivating, the door of the Daoist temple next door was pushed open, and the little red fox ran out in a daze.

But after sleeping for a while, he became much more awake. He buried his head in the snow to clear his mind, and then, with snow still on his face, he sat down at the temple gate and continued his cultivation.

Although it was a bit chaotic at first, it gradually got on track.

Just as Chen Yang was about to help it recover, he saw that the little red fox had recovered on its own, smiled slightly, and said no more.

Another half month has passed...

In the past half month, Chen Yang went to see Kong Ling twice more in order to obtain the Rotten Fertilizer Stone Marrow Dust, and told Kong Ling about the little red fox's desire to go down the mountain to cultivate together.

Kong Ling initially wanted to refuse, since she couldn't stand what people said while drinking.

Moreover, Kong Ling sensed a worldly aura emanating from the little red fox, which, although weakening recently, was still inherently repulsive to.

Out of respect for Chen Yang, or perhaps because she couldn't break her word, she had no choice but to agree to Chen Yang's request to help him out, but she would have to stay with him to guard the birds and cleanse herself of some worldly dust.

Today is the day the little red fox departs.

The little red fox put down a bamboo tube full of rotten marrow dust, and Chen Yang packed his backpack for him.

It was made from the same cloth that had been used to wrap the Taoist robe, and inside were four amaranth leaves with bronze patterns.

Chen Yang handed the cloth bag to the little red fox and said, "Daoming, you've spent a lot of time helping me collect these animals over the past half month."

"There are four amaranth leaves inside. Take half a leaf before your meditation each night to increase your meditation speed."

The green amaranth leaves have such miraculous effects! I've eaten plenty of them in the fields but haven't had the same effect. They must have been recently cultivated by my elder brother, and they must be very precious.

Fox Daoming's eyes lit up as he looked at Chen Yang, but he added, "Brother, there aren't many leaves like this in the ground..."

"Giving me four pieces like this will only hinder your cultivation," he thought. He knew that this elder brother valued cultivation most, and such a great favor... he...

However, Chen Yang remained calm: "You've made so many trips for me in the past two weeks. If it were just me alone, I don't know how long I would have had to finish cleaning."

"But it certainly can't be completed before today."

Chen Yang was right, because it took them, a weasel and a fox, more than half a month to finally finish collecting them.

For the past two weeks, Chen Yang has devoted almost all his daytime hours to this matter, so he was able to collect all the spiritual liquid before it refreshed today. There was no mud or fallen leaves in the stream this month, so the fertile soil had not been replenished.

Despite Chen Yang's words, the little red fox didn't feel that its efforts were worth the price and still intended to decline.

Finally, Chen Yang could only urge and coerce: "Look, it's getting late."

"If you don't go soon, Fellow Daoist Kong Ling will surely be angry again. Go ahead."

Upon hearing Chen Yang's words, the little red fox remembered that it still had to go down the mountain to cultivate. It had no choice but to pick up the cloth bag in front of it, turn back every few steps, and leave reluctantly.

Chen Yang watched the little red fox's departing figure and shook his head helplessly. He could only hope that after the boy went down the mountain, he could concentrate on his cultivation and not come back seriously injured.