Becoming a god starting from the weasel

Another day passed in the Taoist temple. Chen Yang closed his book, stopped his lazy lifestyle for the day, and planned to cultivate properly that night.

The sun melted a lot of snow today, including the snow on the roof tiles of the Taoist temple. The melting snow dripped all day, making the whole temple seem as if it had been rained heavily.

However, it wasn't noisy, and it broadened Chen Yang's horizons, allowing him to think about many things he could do this year.

The first and most important task was to repair the Taoist temple.

This temple must have been under construction for a very long time, as many of the tiles have been smashed by something unknown, and even the plaque at the entrance has lost its color.

Therefore, Chen Yang plans to find some paint this summer to repaint the plaque, or perhaps give the Taoist temple a new name.

Then came the matter of making incense.

Since using the fragrance brought from Niushan yesterday, Chen Yang has found that the high price of this product is indeed justified.

When three incense sticks are lit, three wisps of smoke will rise from the entire Sanqing Hall, making it look like some kind of celestial paradise.

It not only looks beautiful, but also smells wonderful, which makes it more like a Taoist temple.

As for other things, Chen Yang didn't think about them for the time being. He could wait until he condensed his second spiritual power or second spiritual crystal before considering them. He would tentatively set his strength at the second spiritual power level.

Since there hasn't been much progress in strength, daydreaming is useless. So Chen Yang has set this as his only goal for now, and he'll be happy if he can achieve it this year.

After Chen Yang had dinner and rested for a while, the moon rose again.

Chen Yang leaped onto the top of the gate and continued his cultivation without the slightest slackening.

And so the year passed.

Two months passed, and Chen Yang's cultivation level reached the level of one strand of spiritual power, seventy strands of spiritual energy. It would only take two more days for him to condense the next strand of spiritual power.

Since the first day of the Lunar New Year, the snowfall on Black Wind Mountain has been decreasing.

However, it melted away after the first month, and the entire Black Wind Mountain Range returned to the appearance that Chen Yang had seen when he first transmigrated. Although it was not exactly the same, it was about 70-80% the same.

In the first month, Chen Yang was overjoyed as he looked at the lush green vegetable garden, but what made him even happier was the peach tree in the backyard.

In just one month, it has grown taller than him; its growth rate is truly remarkable.

  

However, compared to Solomon's Seal, it is still acceptable. After all, Solomon's Seal is a medicinal herb, while the peach tree is just an ordinary fruit. Although it has some mystical properties, no changes can be seen at present.

However, it also made Chen Yang very happy, after all, this was something he had watched grow up from a peach pit.

So in February, Chen Yang watered the peach tree with most of the spiritual liquid, which made the peach tree grow even more happily.

A drop of spiritual liquid fell, and another month passed. Looking at it now, it was no different from those wild peach trees that had grown for several years.

Chen Yang was very satisfied with this. As long as some flower buds appeared by the end of March, he would be able to eat the peaches this year.

Looking at the peach tree that had grown much taller than him, Chen Yang thought to himself.

Today is the third month, and the cold of winter has completely disappeared, replaced by the vibrant life of spring.

Chen Yang didn't plan to give the peach tree any more spiritual liquid this month, so he continued as before, mainly watering the Huangjing and Zhuguo with spiritual liquid.

In the entire backyard, if anything could be compared to the changes in the peach tree, it would only be the Vermilion Fruit.

The vermilion fruit has now grown completely and steadily, no longer showing any signs of its former frailty. Moreover, the small vermilion flowers on the plant have all fallen off, and now it has produced a small, half-sized fruit.

However, it is indeed too small, about the size of two fingers of Chen Yang. It should fall in another one or two snowfalls.

After sprinkling the spiritual liquid, Chen Yang looked at the Vermilion Fruit, which had completely absorbed the liquid and become even more resilient, and thought to himself.

Chen Yang put the wooden bucket back into the kitchen, sat down inside, pulled out a chair, and began to deal with the pile of bamboo skewers on the kang (heated brick bed) next to him.

These were dried bamboos that Chen Yang had collected in the bamboo forest over the past two months. After being cut into sticks, they had been dried for another two months and were now air-dried and flammable. These were the materials Chen Yang needed to make incense.

Besides that, there was pine resin mud in a wooden basin next to him, which he had personally collected from under those old pine trees in February.

Now, thanks to Chen Yang's meticulous processing, the spices are perfectly mixed. Only the final binding and drying process remains, which requires the peach gum from the peach trees in the mountains.

Chen Yang wasn't worried about this. At worst, he could just go to Monkey Valley, where there were plenty of peach trees, and they should produce a lot of peach gum.

After flipping through the bamboo slips again, Chen Yang planned to continue reading.

Now that we're not far from achieving our first small goal of breaking through to the second level of spiritual power this year, it's time to put the renovation of the Taoist temple on the agenda.

Just as Chen Yang was taking another look at the broken tiles on the Sanqing Hall, secretly noting down where else was damaged in preparation for future repairs...

A loud knocking sound came from the tightly closed temple gate, and groaning sounds could be heard from outside from time to time.

Chen Yang stood behind the closed door, but he still couldn't smell what it was. He could only be sure of one thing: he had never smelled anything like it before, so it must be some kind of spirit or monster that he didn't know.

Thinking of this, Chen Yang unconsciously formed a spiritual sword finger in his hand and cautiously approached the Taoist temple gate to prepare to open it.

However, after preparing the Spirit Sword Finger, Chen Yang felt much more at ease, because he could sense from the sound of the door being banged that the spirit seemed to have no hostility towards him, so he opened the door on his own initiative.

The moment Chen Yang opened the wooden door, he glimpsed what the scene outside the gate looked like through the crack.

There was a large wild boar with tusks, looking at the wooden door with a worried expression, and a small wild boar was being carried in its mouth.

However, compared to the big wild boar's robust and sturdy body, the little wild boar was much weaker, lying on the ground, clearly on the verge of death.

As soon as Chen Yang opened the wooden door, the wild boar immediately knelt down on the ground, clearly begging for something.

Furthermore, after a brief sensing, Chen Yang was able to detect that the other party had also begun cultivation, and immediately connected with the thin thread of fate.

With the thin thread connecting them, Chen Yang understood the wild boar's grunts: "Brother Chen Yang! Please save my child."

Seeing that it was as he had thought, Chen Yang looked at the dying wild boar on the ground and asked.

"Fellow Daoist, I remember we've never met before. Who recommended you to come here?"

"And how did you know my name?"

Chen Yang felt this was a crucial question. He placed his fingers on the baby wild boar, looked at the adult wild boar, and asked the question.

Upon hearing this, the wild boar, seeing Chen Yang's wary expression, instantly understood what was happening and quickly grunted.

"It's a little red fox named Fox Daoming!"

"We met on the way down the mountain, and we're still good friends."

"I begged him so much before he finally told me!"

Judging from the wild boar's anxious appearance, it must have taken a lot of effort to find this place.

Chen Yang couldn't help but laugh and cry. He thought about how he had saved the little red fox twice. It turned out that this place had become his pharmacy.

However, he was sensible enough not to approach anyone he met. Instead, he asked about their current situation. Chen Yang nodded in agreement.