Becoming a god starting from the weasel

Only after Bai Xue left did Chen Yang return to the Taoist temple.

At this moment, in front of the statue of the Three Pure Ones, the rice stalks that were radiating blood-red light were lying quietly in a small bamboo tube.

Just by being placed there, the bamboo tube emitted a faint red glow, clearly all thanks to the wonderful use of the rice.

Chen Yang peeled open a seed and tasted it, discovering a faint bloody flavor, which made him start to ponder.

The smell of blood is real; it may be related to what Zhu Dazhuang once said: every year, many monsters fight in that lake.

"Perhaps this is part of the reason why this sacred rice has such a appearance."

Chen Yang didn't know if his guess was true or false, but compared to that, he would rather grow this kind of spiritual rice.

Just after swallowing that grain of rice, Chen Yang could feel that his spiritual energy had increased slightly. However, since he had only eaten one grain, the effect was not very noticeable.

However, if one could eat a lot of it, its effects should be no less than those of things like green fairy vegetables and spirit wine, which can accelerate cultivation. Chen Yang soaked the rice in water to prepare it.

Considering that the spirit rice only ripens in the spring each year, it's not too late to plant it now. It's a good time to test how effective the spirit liquid is on this kind of rice that has spiritual energy.

Chen Yang then picked up a hoe and went to the backyard to continue hoeing. Fortunately, it takes some time for the rice to sprout, but hoeing was indeed a difficult task.

Chen Yang had no choice but to go to the mountain stream to start digging. The area below the stream was relatively flat, but because of the stream, the vegetation was much more lush than in other places.

What would normally be a beautiful sight has now become a hardship for Chen Yang, who has to first use his spirit sword finger to harvest the weeds and then use a hoe to plow and turn the soil.

Fortunately, the two streams of spiritual energy could also unleash two spiritual sword fingers, and with the remaining spiritual energy in his dantian, Chen Yang's hoeing work was completed satisfactorily.

They stopped after plowing about a quarter of an acre, giving Chen Yang the feeling of reading "Robinson Crusoe" in his previous life.

However, Robinson Crusoe planted wheat, while I planted this spirit rice, so it's not a big problem. I'll plant this year and harvest next year.

Chen Yang didn't know if this spiritual rice could be grown using hybrid rice methods, but he could observe it himself.

Ten days later, Chen Yang finished plowing the land. Looking at the neatly turned fields, he was satisfied and began to plan how the waterway would enter.

"However, the stream is not very large, so we need to raise the water level."

Looking at the stream water that barely reached his ankles, Chen Yang thought to himself, and then went to the bottom of the river to feel for the sand and stones.

Fortunately, with the support of spiritual power, Chen Yang's strength was even greater than in his previous life for a short period of time. He lifted the boulder and threw it into the stream.

Once the basic structure of the dam was completed, the gaps were filled with sand and gravel, and the water level began to slowly accumulate, flowing into the adjacent rice paddies.

But Chen Yang's work didn't stop there. He then went to the bamboo forest to cut down bamboo, made a fence with bamboo to enclose the field ridges tightly, and built a bamboo gate before he stopped.

Looking at the Taoist temple not far above, the ordinary spiritual fields, and the simple fence, Chen Yang could only say that this was truly the most important event he had ever attended.

Another ten days or so passed, and it was another month.

  

Inside the kitchen, the rice seedlings that Chen Yang had cultivated had grown to maturity. Looking down into the bamboo tube, he saw that it was now filled with densely packed rice seedlings.

Unlike the spirit rice that glowed with blood, the rice seedlings at this moment were very green, even so green that they looked like they were carved from a piece of jade.

Chen Yang's cultivation level had now reached two strands of spiritual power and thirty strands of spiritual energy.

With the help of spiritual fruits, green amaranth, and his improved talent over the past month, Chen Yang's cultivation speed has increased considerably.

"At this rate, it's only a matter of time before the third strand of spiritual power is condensed."

Holding the rice seedlings, Chen Yang was in a good mood and then began to move them.

Chen Yang estimated that the seedlings he had sent out would be just enough to fill the entire quarter-acre medicinal herb field.

However, it was tough on the mountain stream, as Chen Yang had scooped out most of the silt from the bottom of the stream.

If he wanted to continue planting in the future, he would have to find another stream. However, the Black Wind Mountains were so vast that there were many streams, so Chen Yang was not worried.

Then he began planting in the paddy fields that had already been prepared. Taking off his Taoist robe, Chen Yang continued to plant rice seedlings in the fields.

At first, I wasn't very skilled, but I got faster and faster, and soon the field was full of plants.

After stretching his body, just as Chen Yang was about to wash his feet in the water and then get ashore to put on his clothes, a bird flew in from the direction of the Taoist temple.

Only when it flew closer did Chen Yang realize that it was actually a sparrow.

The sparrow perched on the fence, its eyes blinking, quite intelligent.

Chen Yang also sensed the fluctuations of spiritual energy emanating from it, and figured it was a bird with cultivation, perhaps seeking him out for something.

Just as Chen Yang was wondering, the sparrow lifted its ankle.

Chen Yang noticed the sparrow's strange behavior and took a few steps forward before realizing that there was a large, rolled-up leaf on the sparrow's ankle.

Chen Yang opened it and saw that many parts of the leaf were scratched, but some words could be vaguely pieced together.

Reaching a sunny spot, I looked up and saw that the sunlight had shone through the leaves, making the writing on them clearer: "My younger brother will be getting married in three days. Little Fox Hill, awaiting your arrival."

Looking at the handwriting on this page, Chen Yang also felt that it was somewhat meaningful.

It turns out that Fox Daoming is getting married.

Bai Xue had only just gotten his consent around this time last month, but unexpectedly, he persuaded Hu Daoming in January.

Chen Yang put away the leaf, but then another problem came to mind: he didn't know where Little Fox Hill was, so how was he supposed to get there?

Just as Chen Yang was wondering, the sparrows on the fence started hopping around again.

Then Chen Yang pointed at the little sparrow and said, "Could it be that you took me to Little Fox Hill?"

Although the little sparrow couldn't understand what Chen Yang was saying, it nodded slightly when it saw him pointing at it, with a hint of pride on its face.

Upon hearing this, Chen Yang couldn't help but smile: "A sparrow leading the way? That's quite novel."

He then bowed to Sparrow and said, "Thank you, Brother Sparrow."

When the sparrow saw Chen Yang, it bowed and swayed its little head back and forth, as if it were smiling.

Then he spread his wings and flew towards the Black Wind Mountain Range. Seeing the little sparrow leave, Chen Yang was also thinking about what he should give as a wedding gift to the little red fox.

Having traveled to this place alone, the first person I encountered was a little red fox.

Although he saved the little red fox twice, the little red fox also brought him the opportunity to obtain the Vermilion Fruit.

Although the Vermilion Fruit has not yet been consumed, it has been planted safely in the field.

Such a coincidence was extraordinary, and Chen Yang soon had an idea.

After putting on their clothes, they returned to the Taoist temple. In another Taoist room, there were some bamboo tubes sealed with leaves on the ground.

Chen Yang took out the spirit wine. Because he had to take it for cultivation every day, he only had three barrels left. However, Chen Yang didn't mind. It's not like he was giving gifts every day.

Although Chen Yang had not yet taken the fruit, he knew that just one Vermilion Fruit was enough to be worth dozens of barrels of spirit wine.

Just as Chen Yang was getting ready to get to work, there was a knock on the door.

However, Chen Yang knew this person well, so he stopped what he was doing and went out.