Becoming a god starting from the weasel

Chen Yang's gaze was deep and unfathomable, and his destiny appeared above Niu Shan's head.

Fate is the innate constitution, lifespan, fortune, misfortune, and opportunities of destiny. Everyone is born with a predetermined fate, and unless there is a chance encounter and guidance from a spiritual practitioner, this predetermined fate cannot be changed.

Niu Shan only has a thin two-cent white fate, which is just average among ordinary people. The two-cent fate also carries some bad luck, and he will definitely die a violent death in the mountains in the future.

But upon hearing Chen Yang's words, Niu Shan not only remained undaunted, but became even more determined. "Great Immortal! Anything is fine, as long as you'll give me some food!"

Chen Yang had no intention of making things difficult for him, and since he had been informed of the outside information, he decided not to play the villain.

Chen Yang took half a fraction of Niu Shan's destiny, which did not compromise the limit of what Niu Shan could extract, and the deal was thus completed.

"Then come with me."

As he spoke, Chen Yang led Niu Shan to the amaranth field in the backyard. Looking at the lush green and thick amaranth in the field, which seemed to be something other than ordinary plants, Niu Shan was a little stunned. When had he ever seen such amaranth before?

"Truly divine intervention!"

Chen Yang broke off a leaf of amaranth and handed it to Niu Shan, saying, "Eat this."

Hungry Niu Shan swallowed the vegetable leaves in one gulp, and a feeling of fullness instantly overwhelmed him, as if he had eaten a big meal.

Chen Yang handed over four more slices, which Niu Shan ate again. This time, the burly man actually let out a burp.

This amaranth is sweet and delicious; five leaves are equivalent to half a pot of rice.

Then Chen Yang plucked six more amaranth plants, each with roughly a few dozen leaves and stems, which was enough to eat.

Holding the lush, robust amaranth, Niu Shan's eyes filled with tears; his family was finally saved!

At this moment, the sun was rising in the east, and the morning light filled the courtyard. Chen Yang looked at the rising sun and said:

"Now that it's daylight, the road is easier to travel, let's go down the mountain."

Inside the Sanqing Hall, Niu Shan drank some water and his strength had recovered considerably. He kowtowed and thanked them once again.

He happened to catch a glimpse of a simple "hoe" covered in red mud, and thought to himself, "The Great Immortal has just come out of seclusion and is farming to recuperate. He must be lacking farming tools."

"I know a little carpentry and basic blacksmithing. I'll go back and make a set for you, Master, and send it to you, is that alright?"

Chen Yang thought about how hard he had been digging the land with this wooden hoe all this time, and he was worried about where to get some handy farm tools. Now it was just the right time.

Chen Yang will definitely need to cultivate the land later. Who will be able to farm this half-acre? Although Chen Yang is a weasel, he is still a child of China at heart.

But Chen Yang didn't intend to show it, and said with his hands behind his back, "Sure, if the farm tools are suitable, I won't mind giving you a few more next time."

Niu Shan was overjoyed. After thanking him repeatedly, he hurried down the mountain towards the rising sun.

Once again, Chen Yang was the only one left in the Taoist temple. He figured he wouldn't be able to sleep anyway, so he decided to go and study his fate instead and went to dig in the mud.

Back at the Taoist temple, the furnishings were very simple, with only a faded Taoist character on the wall and an earthen bed covered with a bamboo mat.

  

Sitting cross-legged on the bed, Chen Yang closed his eyes, and a half-centimeter of white destiny appeared between his eyebrows.

This destiny still carries a trace of Niu Shan's aura, but it is now extremely faint and is gradually showing a tendency to merge with it.

But apart from that, Chen Yang couldn't find any other use for this destiny. No matter how Chen Yang manipulated the destiny, there was no change. In the end, the destiny directly merged into his body and disappeared completely.

Seeing this situation, Chen Yang was also a little confused. What was going on? But just as Chen Yang was pondering what the use of fate was, he couldn't help but think of the function of the sealing technique.

The weasel's request for a title is actually because its cultivation is sufficient, but its destiny is insufficient, or it has been involved in karma that has damaged its destiny. In essence, it is still using the destiny of others to make up for its own.

But if one accumulates one's destiny from the beginning, wouldn't one no longer need to seek a title? And wasn't the change in destiny just now exactly like that?

The more Chen Yang thought about it, the more likely it seemed. In fact, it was better this way. Chen Yang didn't want to rely on someone else's words for his own cultivation. It was fair to accumulate knowledge slowly like this.

So Chen Yang came to the statue of the Three Pure Ones again. It was just the right time for his morning prayers, as the sun was high in the sky. After finishing his prayers, Chen Yang carried his wooden hoe and set off with a bamboo tube with a thin hemp rope hanging from it.

The sun was shining brightly outside, but fog still clung to the mountains and forests. Chen Yang carried his hoe, swiped his bamboo tube, and had a blade of grass dangling from his mouth, enjoying his carefree life.

Chen Yang was heading to a mountain stream next to the Taoist temple, which wasn't far away, only a hundred or so feet. However, his strength was too weak before he started cultivating.

Weasels aren't suited to carrying things like humans, so he hadn't included fertilizing the fields with silt in his plans, but now it's possible.

Before long, Chen Yang followed the path he had carved out over this period of time and arrived at the foot of the mountain stream.

This mountain stream flows down from the top of the mountain. It is very cool and clear. The small stones and silt at the bottom of the river are all clear. You can see a few small fish and shrimp swimming in it from time to time. There are also some taro growing on the riverbank. Chen Yang hadn't thought about eating them when he didn't have any fire for a while.

As a weasel, he couldn't even start a fire by rubbing sticks together before. Don't be fooled by the fact that weasels have five claws; they are quite clumsy. But that's no longer a problem. He can consider starting a fire and cooking food later.

On ordinary days, many animals come out to drink water in this mountain stream, but Chen Yang observed carefully and found that there were no ferocious beasts.

At most, there were some rabbits and pheasants. After drinking a few mouthfuls of cool, sweet spring water, Chen Yang slung his hoe over his shoulder and jumped down.

Raising its long, furry tail, it began to swing its hoe, each strike sending mud and sand flying, instantly turning the once clear mountain stream into a murky mess.

Chen Yang moved extremely quickly, and in no time the bamboo tube was filled with wet silt.

Chen Yang tossed the wooden hoe aside, grabbed the bamboo tube with both hands, and prepared to carry it back.

Chen Yang had only taken a few steps when a commotion suddenly came from the water plants behind him.

Chen Yang quickly turned around and prepared to run, not even caring about the bamboo tube. This commotion was quite loud! Who knows what kind of ferocious beast it was! As he ran, Chen Yang curiously turned his head back.

From among the lush green water plants, a red-furred, white-bellied fox floated down the mountain stream, a pheasant about its own size firmly dangling from its mouth.

Chen Yang was stunned. The pheasant had bright red comb feathers, sharp claws, and a hard beak. It was obviously a fierce bird of prey. He never expected that this little fox could fight against such a bird of prey.

Chen Yang jumped into the water and dragged the little red fox and the pheasant out of the water. The pheasant was still bleeding from its neck and had already died.

The little red fox was covered in scratches and pecks, its injuries were severe, and there were obvious signs of a fall on its body. It lay on the ground, its life hanging in the balance.

"Sigh, since you brought me a chicken, I'll bury you then."

After eating vegetables and grass roots for so many days, it's impossible not to want to eat meat. But today, since we can finally start a fire, it's a good time to have some meat.

Just as Chen Yang swung his hoe to dig a hole, a painful whimper came from behind him!

Chen Yang turned around and placed his paw on the little fox's nose, finding it was still breathing. "Perhaps... this little fox can still be saved?"