Becoming a god starting from the weasel

Apart from some pounded and mashed fruit pulp, there were various kinds of plant debris.

After most of the items inside the cave had been removed and Black Hair had personally inspected them, he said to Chen Yang:

"Sir, we've already pulled out most of what was in the cave. All the stuff we added is still inside," Black Hair said, scratching his head.

Upon hearing this, Chen Yang nodded in agreement, then immediately bent down and squatted in front of the banana leaves, beginning to carefully select them. He then asked:

"Black Hair, your valley actually possesses such exquisite wine?"

"If long-term consumption of this wine is supposed to help the monkeys in the valley attract spirits, why has not a single monkey ever successfully attracted a spirit?"

As Chen Yang picked through the crumbs that were different from fruit pulp, he asked a question.

Upon hearing this, Black Hair chuckled and scratched his head, "Actually, this wine didn't have that effect back then."

"It didn't have that effect? ​​Did you add any other elixirs?"

When Chen Yang heard Hei Mao's words, he stopped what he was doing and looked up at the smiling Hei Mao.

Black Hair shook his head: "No, no, sir..."

"Adding these things was passed down from the old monkeys in the valley. We don't know why, but when we first added them, we felt refreshed after drinking the wine."

"Even aged wine tastes mild, unlike the unusual monkey wine."

"But the only variable is the addition of this red stuff." As he spoke, Black Hair pointed to the Ganoderma lucidum in Chen Yang's hand.

At this moment, Black Hair also realized that Chen Yang wanted to see what had been added to the wine, and helplessly explained, "Sir, we found these things in the same place in the valley at different times of the year."

"We will do exactly what the old monkey does."

"If it weren't for the fact that there were some herbs that were simply impossible to find, I would have personally gathered them all to show you, sir."

Chen Yang found it amusing and waved his hand, "It's alright. You didn't add much, and I've already found all of it."

As he spoke, Chen Yang showed some crumbs in his hand that were different from fruit pulp; they were obviously from various other plants.

Fortunately, when Chen Yang was in college, he had a good friend in his dormitory whose family had been practicing traditional Chinese medicine for generations, but who wanted to go and farm. Through his exposure to the local culture, Chen Yang learned a little about farming.

As long as it's not some rare or unusual herb, he can usually tell what it is.

Black Hair didn't understand what Chen Yang was going to do, so he could only scratch his head and look at Chen Yang, wanting to see what he was going to do.

  

Then Chen Yang picked up the crumbs and smelled them one by one.

Fortunately, it had only been soaked for a few months, and this monkey wine wasn't actually made with high-concentration alcohol. The weasel's sense of smell could detect something unusual.

By carefully comparing the herbs with those he had seen and heard in his previous life, Chen Yang was able to recognize most of them.

The contents consist of approximately seven ingredients: wild chrysanthemum, cornelian cherry, honeysuckle, bamboo leaves, hawthorn, kudzu root, and crushed poria cocos.

Chen Yang almost didn't recognize the broken Poria cocos. Fortunately, the monkeys in Monkey Valley must have used wooden pestles to pound it, so they just crushed it and threw it in, and you could still make out its shape.

Of course, Chen Yang didn't jump to conclusions so hastily, and immediately asked the black-haired man beside him, "Are there seven items?"

Black Hair stretched out his fingers and counted them, then nodded, his eyes shining: "Yes, sir, there are seven!"

"Sir, how did you figure that out?"

Looking at the crumbs in Chen Yang's hand, apart from the two kinds of flowers, Black Hair scratched his head, unable to figure it out.

Chen Yang simply smiled and didn't say anything, but instead asked again, "Were these the seven ingredients you used to serve?"

Hearing Chen Yang's question, Black Hair nodded: "Yes, sir, these are the seven items."

This confirms that it was probably the addition of Ganoderma lucidum that caused this change.

The main effects of the seven herbs are all common herbs that clear heat and remove dampness.

When added to alcohol, it only becomes smooth and mild, without causing headaches or harshness. The real secret lies in this palm-sized Ganoderma lucidum.

However, Chen Yang didn't know how to distinguish between good and bad Ganoderma lucidum, so he could only go to the place where it was collected to take a look.

However, thinking of this, Chen Yang couldn't help but take another look at Black Hair. He really dared to add any kind of medicinal material to it.

If you happen to find any other medicinal herbs, they may be good medicine on their own, but if you add them to the wine, they will change the quality of the wine and turn it into poison.

If they poison all the monkeys in the valley, that would be a huge mess.

Then Chen Yang looked at Blackie and said, "Blackie, take me to see the place where you found this Ganoderma lucidum?"

Black Hair nodded blankly, then let Chen Yang ride on his back, and they began to travel through the forest.

As Chen Yang carried Black Fur on his back, he reminded him, "Black Fur, your addition to this Ganoderma lucidum has unexpectedly resulted in the brewing of a kind of spiritual wine."

"But medicine is three parts poison. If the wrong ingredients are added, the medicinal wine will become poison."

Hearing Chen Yang's words, Black Hair was startled, cold sweat breaking out on his forehead. Swinging from the tree, he said with lingering fear, "That was just Black Hair's assumption. Thank you for your warning, sir!"

Hearing what Black Hair said, Chen Yang simply nodded and didn't say anything more.

Black Hair was intelligent enough to know the risks, and Lingzhi was considered to have mild medicinal properties. Mountain spirits and monsters also had a natural affinity for medicine, so it was understandable.

After a while, Black Hair stopped. It was in a damp thicket of dead wood, where an enormous fruit tree lay on the ground, its wood already rotten.

Then Black Hair got down to the ground and pointed to a piece of wood at the base of the tree trunk: "Sir, I found that Ganoderma lucidum here."

Arriving at the spot indicated by the black hair, Chen Yang directly attached his spiritual power to his finger and gently pried off a piece of wood shavings.

Within the wood beneath, there are strands of white mycelium, which are clearly the spores of Ganoderma lucidum.

Judging from the size of this strain, it must be quite large, which explains why Black Hair can brew so much spirit wine.

However, it must be because some of those Ganoderma lucidum mushrooms were of extremely high age and had exceptional medicinal properties that caused the fruit wine to change.

As for the recipe, I can figure it out myself by experimenting when I get back.

However, the wooden stake was also badly damaged, just as I had said when I asked Zhu Dazhuang to gather herbs, the demons did not know how to harvest them.

Then Chen Yang said to Black Hair, "Black Hair, you keep a close watch on this place. I'll come back tomorrow to transplant some fungal spawn."

"Remember to be careful next time you harvest them. If you move too much and damage the mycelium inside, the Ganoderma lucidum will never be produced again."

Upon hearing this, Black Hair quickly nodded obediently. He had finally managed to increase his cultivation speed by consuming those spiritual wines, and he didn't want to slow down again.

However, this delayed the peach gum harvesting. Chen Yang glanced at the sky outside and realized that a lot of time had been wasted. He thought it was time to go back: "Then I'll go back for now and come back tomorrow."

Hearing this, Black Hair wanted to persuade Chen Yang to stay, but he knew that Chen Yang had his own ideas, so he said no more and could only respectfully see Chen Yang out of the valley.

At this moment, the spirit wine that had been piled up in the valley was gone, and Chen Yang couldn't help but look at Black Hair with curiosity.

Black Hair scratched his head and said, "Sir, you can go back now. I've had the monkeys deliver all the fruit wine to the temple for you."

Upon hearing this, Chen Yang exchanged a smile with Hei Mao. He was indeed a good disciple. If they were to successfully refine the spirit wine in the future, they could give him a taste.

Chen Yang then left Monkey Valley and returned to the temple.

It was still springtime, but it got dark quite quickly. We hurried back to the temple.

Upon arriving at the backyard, Chen Yang noticed two enormous logs on the ground outside the yard.

The wood showed signs of being violently cracked at the break, and just standing there, one could smell the fragrance emanating from it.

Chen Yang's eyes lit up: "This is... the finest sandalwood!"