Becoming a god starting from the weasel

The next morning, the entire temple was extremely quiet, except for the occasional snores coming from the neighboring Taoist temple.

It wasn't until the sun was high in the sky that Chen Yang slowly opened his eyes, looked at the sun outside, and realized that he had drunk too much yesterday.

Chen Yang said this while rubbing his head.

Fortunately, the spirit wine was mild and did not cause any dizziness or headaches.

Chen Yang stood up and left the Taoist temple, while in the next temple, the snoring continued loudly.

Chen Yang could only smile wryly. Well, since they were guests, he shouldn't interfere too much. It was good to rest for a while longer. Afterward, Chen Yang went to do his morning prayers.

I originally wanted to offer incense to the Three Pure Ones to apologize, but then I realized I hadn't done anything yet, so I could only make things difficult for them.

Chen Yangduan knelt on the prayer mat, clasped his hands together, and silently prayed in his heart.

"Please forgive us, Lord Sanqing. We will offer you some of the finest sandalwood in a few days."

Then Chen Yang got up and went to the field in the backyard, picked two amaranth leaves and stuffed them into his mouth.

Behind Chen Yang was a small basket. After leaving the courtyard, Chen Yang didn't even glance at the old sandalwood tree.

Today he has an even more important matter to attend to: finding suitable wood for planting and transplanting Ganoderma lucidum.

The methods for transplanting fungi are generally similar. It is generally best to avoid using woods with strong oil content and odor, such as sandalwood and pine, as these will inhibit the growth of mycelium.

Chen Yang arrived at a birch forest near the Taoist temple and nodded as he looked at the birch trees with cracked bark.

This kind of wood is just right. After the spirit sword finger struck, the whole tree creaked and fell down.

Then Chen Yang attached his Spirit Sword Finger to his fingertip and began to cut.

Unfortunately, Chen Yang was too small, so he could only carry four or five pieces back. His work efficiency was still too slow.

However, he could just go a few more times, so Chen Yang wasn't in a hurry, since he had plenty of time.

Chen Yang then returned to the courtyard, laid down the birch wood, and prepared to boil it to disinfect it before drying it in the sun.

Looking at the sun in the sky, it seemed that he would be busy for the next few days. Just as Chen Yang was about to continue working, a grunting sound came from the courtyard gate.

  

Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be Zhu Dazhuang. Zhu Dazhuang looked at Chen Yang working and showed an embarrassed expression on his face.

"Brother Chen Yang, it's the middle of the day, why are you working alone? You could have woken me up."

Pig Dazhuang was also a little embarrassed. He had drunk the spirit wine and was now fast asleep. For a moment, Pig Dazhuang blushed.

Chen Yang smiled and said, "What's the big deal? Guests, please rest a bit. I always do this."

But Zhu Dazhuang refused. "Brother Chen Yang, let me do this kind of rough work."

"Or I could just push the whole tree to the entrance of the yard, and then you can take your time fixing it?"

Zhu Dazhuang also noticed the pieces of birch wood in Chen Yang's basket, and figured that Chen Yang must have some purpose in using them.

After thinking it over for a while, Chen Yang also thought it was feasible, and then pointed to the location of the birch tree.

"Then you can help me push the whole tree over here. I'll have to trouble you, Dazhuang."

Zhu Dazhuang chuckled sheepishly. "What are you saying? If it weren't for Brother Chen Yang, my son would be dead."

"Then Brother Chen Yang, you go ahead with your other business, I'll take care of the tree."

Then, Zhu Dazhuang trotted off to the birch forest.

Chen Yang then began to process the old sandalwood, cutting it into pieces and throwing them all into the mountain stream.

It's not the rainy season yet, so the rain isn't heavy. There's only a light layer of water covering the sandalwood, but that's enough to neutralize its dryness and heat.

In the following days, Chen Yang began to process the sandalwood and birch wood.

Throw birch wood into boiling water to stop boiling, then dry it in the sun and pound it into pieces.

With Zhu Dazhuang around, these rough tasks were easy. He then packed them into bamboo baskets and made simple mushroom bags.

As for making incense, it's quite simple. After soaking and drying the sandalwood three times in the mountain stream, the fragrance of the sandalwood will be extracted. At this point, only the clear and refreshing sandalwood scent remains.

Three days passed in a row. During these days, Chen Yang and Zhu Dazhuang were busy with these matters during the day and cultivated together by drinking spiritual wine at night.

With Zhu Dazhuang's help, Chen Yang was able to get things done much faster. After finishing his morning prayers, Chen Yang went to the kitchen.

In a corner of the kitchen, there was a large bucket of processed sandalwood powder.

As for the rest of the sandalwood, Zhu Dazhuang found a cave near the Taoist temple that wouldn't get wet and stored it there.

Touching the sandalwood powder in the bucket, I realized that once the peach gum was collected, incense could be made.

With that thought in mind, Chen Yang picked up the birch sawdust fungus bag he had prepared beforehand and headed up to Monkey Valley.

In Monkey Valley, Chen Yang had just arrived at the entrance when a cheerful monkey call rang out from the treetops.

A moment later, Black Hair emerged from the forest with a group of macaques and respectfully bowed to Chen Yang.

"Sir, I haven't seen you for three days. I was worried that something might have happened to you."

Chen Yang shook the mushroom pack on his back and said.

"Preparing these things these past few days has taken quite a while. Please take me to the place where the Ganoderma lucidum is, and I will tell you what to do."

Upon hearing this, Black Hair quickly nodded and let Chen Yang climb onto his back. After traveling through the forest for a while, they arrived at the place where they were collecting Ganoderma lucidum.

This place was much quieter than usual.

When I came here three days ago, I could occasionally hear a few monkey calls nearby, but now there are none at all.

Chen Yang glanced at Black Hair and couldn't help but chuckle: "Did you tell all the monkeys not to set foot here?"

Black Hair scratched his head and said with a smile, "Didn't the master say that this Ganoderma lucidum is fragile?"

"I'm afraid those mischievous and playful kids might accidentally damage this place, which would not only harm this treasure born of heaven and earth, but also disappoint the master's good intentions."

As he spoke, Black Hair clasped his hands in a fist salute to show his seriousness.

Chen Yang lightly tapped the black-haired man's head: "You sly fox, you sure know how to talk."

"Come here, I'll teach you how to protect this Ganoderma lucidum."

Chen Yang arrived in front of the Ganoderma lucidum tree and directly split open a relatively thick branch, revealing that the branch was full of white mycelium.

Then Chen Yang imbued his hand with spiritual energy to prevent the two from touching, dug out the mycelium, buried it in the debris, sprinkled some water on it, and then placed the tree between some relatively sturdy broken pieces of wood.

"Black Hair, if you want to cultivate this Ganoderma lucidum well, you must first leave the largest Ganoderma lucidum each time you harvest it, so that it can naturally spray out spores, which are the powder it scatters."

"Afterwards, remember to keep a close eye on the insects in this area, and make sure there aren't too many mosquitoes or other insects, and also make sure this place isn't flooded."

"In this way, we can protect it."

Chen Yang's method is extremely simple and relatively easy to implement.

As for methods like boiling water and cutting wood, let's not even talk about whether Black Hair can start a fire. Even if he could, it would be easier for something to go wrong. What if those disobedient little monkeys burned down the forest?

Then Chen Yang added, "If you want to cultivate more, do it like I just did."

"If a piece of wood is completely rotten, you can cut some pieces in advance and transplant the mycelium into it. Although it will grow more slowly, it will be enough."

Black Hair's face lit up with surprise and delight, and he repeatedly clasped his hands in thanks, saying, "Thank you for bestowing this method upon me, sir."

Chen Yang nodded, and then went to the peach grove to get some peach gum.

It's already mid-March, and some of the early-blooming peach blossoms have already hung on the branches, while the trunks are covered with amber-colored peach gum, which is sticky to the touch.

Chen Yang asked Hei Mao to gather a large bunch of incense for him, which he then wrapped in banana leaves. This should be enough to make incense.

Chen Yang then declined Hei Mao's request to stay and went down the mountain on his own.

He's been incredibly busy lately. He needs to go back and thoroughly transplant the mycelium, make incense, and cultivate at night. He's got a lot to do, but it's also quite fulfilling.