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Then, Chen Yang took a closer sniff and discovered even more clues.

The fragrance is similar to that of the incense from Niushan Mountain, but the sandalwood scent is more mellow and long-lasting, with a unique charm.

"This wood must be quite old."

Touching the dry and damp wood, one could sense a hint of gloom.

It must have had a special chance, growing in a sheltered place and fermenting for a long time to develop such a fragrance.

Just as Chen Yang was carefully smelling the sandalwood scent on his fingertips, he heard a series of coughing sounds behind him.

All that could be seen was Zhu Dazhuang using his thick tusks to nudge a broken wooden stake, and the broken part fit perfectly into the sandalwood.

Zhu Dazhuang also saw Chen Yang and quickly stopped what he was doing: "Brother Chen Yang, why are you back?"

"Perfect! Take a look at this old sandalwood. I found it in a mountain cave."

"But this wood is quite remarkable, growing in such a place. Otherwise, I wouldn't be able to smell such a strong fragrance."

Zhu Dazhuang snorted, clearly finding the wood pleasant to smell as well.

Chen Yang laughed heartily: "Without Brother Dazhuang, such a precious wood would not have been found."

"Don't bother, there are some good things in the temple for you to try."

Upon hearing this, Zhu Dazhuang was also somewhat puzzled, but he still followed Chen Yang to open the fence and return to the temple.

At this moment, bamboo tubes were placed next to the cauldron in front of the Sanqing Hall. A rough count showed there were twenty-seven of them, enough for Chen Yang to drink for a long time.

It was also marked that it wasn't Lingjiu (spirit wine); a small leaf was placed on top of the monkey wine.

Black Hair was indeed thoughtful, and Chen Yang nodded in agreement. He then unsealed a bottle of spirit wine: "Here, Da Zhuang, try it and see how it tastes."

As he spoke, Chen Yang poured the liquor into Zhu Dazhuang's mouth.

Zhu Dazhuang was initially puzzled, only smacking his lips once, but when he swallowed it completely, his eyes lit up instantly: "This...this is! What is this! The taste is comparable to honey!"

"And I feel like my spiritual energy circulation has become faster?"

Chen Yang also took a sip and wiped his mouth: "This is Monkey Spirit Wine given to me by a disciple of mine who has a special affinity with this Dharma."

Pigsy grunted, "No wonder they say this temple has a monkey-like smell."

Chen Yang laughed heartily without saying anything. Today he obtained the spirit wood and the spirit wine, and tomorrow he can plant the spirit mushroom. Today is truly his lucky day.

Just as Pig Dazhuang was grunting and wanting to drink some more, a banging sound came from the Taoist temple.

A moment later, a little wild boar came bounding out; it was none other than Pig Five Strong.

When Pig Five looked at Pig Big Zhuang, a few tears immediately welled up in his eyes, and he quickly ran to Pig Big Zhuang and rubbed against him.

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Zhu Dazhuang just chuckled and patted his son's head with his snout.

He then comforted Zhu Wuzhuang for a while, before looking at the spirit wine in Chen Yang's hand and asking with a hint of inquiry, "Brother Chen Yang, may this boy try some of this wine?"

Chen Yang simply smiled upon hearing this: "Why not? Come on, have a taste."

This spirit wine has a warming effect, which can help remove cold toxins from the body, so drinking some is fine.

Then Chen Yang connected the sealing line, so he could understand what the other person was saying.

Upon hearing this, Zhu Wuzhuang looked at Chen Yang timidly, then trotted over and opened his mouth.

Chen Yang stroked the fine, still-growing hair on Zhu Wuzhuang's head, finding it amusing, and then poured the wine down.

As soon as the spirit wine entered his mouth, Pig Five's eyes lit up. He spun around in circles and shouted to Pig Big, "Dad, it's delicious! This stuff is delicious!"

However, their joy was short-lived. After Chen Yang and Zhu Dazhuang each took another sip, Zhu Wuzhuang collapsed to the ground, snoring loudly, clearly drunk.

Upon seeing this, Chen Yang stroked his beard and laughed, "Brother Dazhuang, Wuzhuang is drunk. Please take him back to the Taoist temple first."

"I'll go make something to eat. Thank you so much for today."

Zhu Dazhuang nodded, then looked at his son with a mixture of amusement and exasperation, before picking up Zhu Wuzhuang and walking into the Taoist temple.

Chen Yang then went to the kitchen to start preparing the food.

Chen Yang couldn't finish all the eggs the hen laid during this period, so he saved them up. In addition, he occasionally went to the mountains to catch some small animals such as wild rabbits, so he also stored up quite a lot of meat.

Then Chen Yang brought out a basin, poured in some stir-fried meat and egg soup, and added some spirit wine to another basin before starting to eat with Zhu Dazhuang.

Just then, the sun set, marking the end of another day, a scene of tranquility and elegance.

While Chen Yang was eating, Niu Shan, who had been busy all day, had just finished planting his half-acre of land in Huangni'ao at the foot of the mountain.

On the way home, the big dog was a bit confused: "Brother Shan, why are you using wood and straw for farming? They're just piled up there and we don't use them."

The big dog didn't understand at all, but Niu Shan just smiled and said, "It got hot early this year, so planting will be faster than in previous years."

"I don't know when it will rain, and when that time comes I won't be able to find dry thatch. By the time the flowers bloom, it will be too late to find any."

"So today we dug that shed and piled up those things, so we won't have to bother with it later."

Big Dog couldn't understand what Niu Shan was saying, so he could only say, "Whatever Brother Shan says, I'll just follow you."

"But the rice seedlings you gave me, Brother Shan, are all tall and strong, just like you."

Niu Shan simply smiled at the big dog's words and said nothing more.

His gaze involuntarily drifted to a corner of the Black Wind Mountain Range where the setting sun shone on the dense forest, and he muttered to himself: This is all thanks to the great immortal's benevolence, what merit do I have?

They called on the three children, Sanwa and his companions, who were farming at the foot of the mountain, and then returned to the village together.

Zhu Dazhuang was honest and simple, and his stories about the mountains with Chen Yang were quite interesting.

After a meal of food and wine, the two men felt hot and bloated all over.

Just as the moon was rising, the two demons began their cultivation.

With the blessing of the spiritual wine tonight, Chen Yang consumed the green amaranth as usual, and his cultivation progressed almost twice as fast as before.

In just one night, the spiritual energy that had only begun to condense was completely solidified, and the spiritual energy reached seventy-one strands.

He exhaled a sigh of frustration, and the full moon disappeared completely into the clouds.

Just as Chen Yang stopped cultivating, the pig Dazhuang below also let out a long roar, emitting a sound almost like a wild beast, which faintly shook the entire Taoist temple.

Then, as if remembering that he was in Chen Yang's Taoist temple, he quickly shut his mouth.

Chen Yang looked down, and Zhu Dazhuang happened to look over as well. The two of them immediately smiled at each other.

Chen Yang landed lightly, and Zhu Dazhuang scratched his head somewhat embarrassedly: "Brother Chen Yang, I'm sorry..."

"Today I met Brother Chen Yang and drank this spiritual wine. In my excitement, I couldn't control myself."

Seeing Zhu Dazhuang's embarrassed look, Chen Yang shook his head and said, "It's nothing. I'm very grateful to you for finding this spirit wood for me today."

"However, I still need to go up the mountain to take care of some things tomorrow, so I'll trouble you to cut the sandalwood into pieces and bring it in for me."

Hearing Chen Yang's words, Zhu Dazhuang grunted, "Don't worry, Brother Chen Yang, with my teeth, I can easily cut that piece of wood into pieces and carry it in!"

Chen Yang knew that Zhu Dazhuang was a man of his word, so he didn't say anything more. He then let Zhu Dazhuang sleep in Zhu Wuzhuang's Taoist temple, and Chen Yang went to do his evening prayers before returning to his own Taoist temple.

Meanwhile, thunderous snoring could be heard from next door. I simply used my spiritual power to protect my ears, and I was no longer affected.

Chen Yang also started planning what he should do tomorrow: first, he needed to prepare the things needed to plant Ganoderma lucidum, and then he needed to collect peach gum.

However, for Chen Yang, cultivating Ganoderma lucidum was the top priority.

The Ganoderma lucidum strain that can cultivate Ganoderma lucidum that can transform ordinary fruit wine into spiritual wine must be of extraordinary quality.

Then I can select some from them and irrigate them with special spiritual liquid.

In the future, besides green amaranth, there will be stable resources for cultivation, and ordinary Ganoderma lucidum may also be used to make pills according to the common pill formulas mentioned in the "Miscellaneous Books and Illustrations".

Thinking about it this way, I realized I had more and more things to do, and my life became more fulfilling.

However, Chen Yang's mind did not become clearer; instead, it became increasingly heavy, likely due to the intoxication caused by drinking too much spirit wine.

However, Chen Yang didn't want to use his spiritual power to expel it, so he decided to get some sleep.

Then Chen Yang closed his eyes slightly and fell into a deep sleep under the moonlight behind the clouds.