Becoming a god starting from the weasel

On a summer night, crickets chirped in the bushes and cicadas sang in the woods, but this had no effect on Chen Yang.

Moonlight shone from under the eaves, bathing Chen Yang in a warm, rosy glow.

"call……"

After the fiftieth strand of spiritual energy was condensed, Chen Yang couldn't help but let out a long breath. It seemed that without stable cultivation resources, things were still a bit difficult to bear.

As he gazed at the moon, which had already disappeared into the clouds, Chen Yang thought to himself, but he only sighed briefly.

Now that we have the Crimson Ganoderma Pill, although its effects are far inferior to those of the Spirit Wine, its advantage lies in its stability.

Speaking of spirit wine, Chen Yang couldn't help but think of the spirit wine that Old Master Hu had given him last month.

Chen Yang examined it and found it to be blood-red rice wine, probably made from spirit rice and monkey wine grown in the backyard.

It was unknown what other spiritual herbs were inside, and Chen Yang was also interested in studying them. He glanced at the rice wine and found that it didn't contain many rare spiritual herbs.

Most of the effect was probably due to the spirit rice, but Chen Yang also noticed something: his spirit rice seemed to be different from the one in the spirit wine.

"Forget it, maybe it's just my imagination. We don't know how long it will take to grow them anyway, so why think about it?"

Chen Yang was somewhat embarrassed as he jumped off the eaves, knocking down a tile with his foot.

"The renovation of the temple really needs to be put on the agenda as soon as possible, and we should also put up a plaque while we're at it."

Chen Yang put away the tiles, then went to his evening prayers. After offering incense, he returned to his Taoist temple to rest.

It was summer, and dawn was just around the corner. Chen Yang was planning to sleep a little longer, but Niu Shan in Huangni'ao at the foot of the mountain was woken up by a small stone pier.

Cuixiu was a little tired and immediately wanted to comfort her, but Niushan stopped her.

"Let me do it, Cuixiu, you rest a bit more."

Niu Shan put on his coat, took the small stone block, and said that Cui Xiu wanted to say something but was stopped by Niu Shan, so she had no choice but to go back to rest.

"Then, sir, don't let the stone bench catch a cold."

Niu Shan nodded, then carried the little stone block into the yard. Looking at his son, Niu Shan was overjoyed.

"After I finish my work in a few days, Dad will take you to see the fortune teller. If you've been seeing fortune tellers since you were little, you'll definitely be more successful than Dad!"

"Dad will also build you a village, we'll call it Niujia Village, okay, Little Stone Mound?"

  

Niu Shan pinched Xiao Shidun's face while standing there with a smug look on his face. At the same time, he was also really envious of his son, who was able to see immortals like the Great Immortal from such a young age.

Little Stone Mound couldn't understand any of this, but as soon as it left the house and came into the yard, it stopped crying and instead opened its eyes and looked at Niu Shan with a smile.

Niu Shan realized that Shi Dun was just trying to cause trouble, so he let Shi Dun sit on his head. "Fine! Then Dad will show you our village!"

No one heard Niu Shan's words at night; this was one of the few times Niu Shan dared to speak the truth, except in front of the Great Immortal.

But it didn't matter, since he wasn't much of a talker to begin with. Niu Shan faced the breeze from the shop and felt as if the heavens and earth were welcoming him.

What Niu Shan didn't know was that during this period, his and Shi Dun's fates were rising. Chen Yang could only sigh and say that when the time was right, heaven and earth would lend their strength.

Another month passed, and in Huangni'ao, every household exchanged rice seeds with Niushan.

However, there was one strange thing: when every household was harvesting rice, Niu Shan had to go and inspect the fields.

Then Niu Shan would have a few more rice plants in his hands. No one knew what Niu Shan was going to do. Then Niu Shan said that this was all the instructions of the Mountain God, and no one responded.

Niu Shan has collected a lot of rice seeds during this period, and he can secretly cultivate them in a small field next year.

During this time, Niu Shan also gained experience in how to conceal things; as long as he said it was the mountain god's order, no one would dare to speak.

"After collecting the rice seeds, it's time to go into the mountains to see the immortal."

Niu Shan walked out of the house where he stored rice seeds and looked at Black Wind Mountain behind him, thinking to himself.

This year, thanks to preventative measures, the harvest in the fields is quite good, while I heard that the neighboring villages have suffered from pest infestations and their harvests are not so good.

Huangjia Village, in particular, is suffering from a severe insect infestation, perhaps because it has lost the blessings of the Great Immortal.

Niu Shan didn't care much about this. The more things were like this, the more likely they were to find wives in Huangni'ao. Only when each family had a good harvest this year and benefited from it could they see his role.

He calculated that the rice that each household in the village had contributed to him amounted to about three thousand catties. He would give it all to the immortal and keep the rest for himself.

Niu Shan was pleased with himself, but he also knew who had given him this gift; he dared not hide the fact that it was a tribute from the immortal...

At the gate of the courtyard, a big dog arrived, pulling two oxcarts, and laughed happily.

"Brother Shan, we'll use these two water buffaloes to pull the cart, and they can also be used for plowing the fields next year!"

Big Dog had just bought two water buffaloes from Huangjia Village next door, but Niu Shan knew that Big Dog wasn't happy about that.

"So you bought a water buffalo?"

Hearing Niu Shan's laughter and scolding, Big Dog scratched his head somewhat embarrassedly, "I...I also bought two girls..."

"Alright, I can tell just by looking at your legs. Did you buy the things?"

Upon hearing this, the big dog's face immediately turned serious, and he began to pick things up from the oxcart.

Nowadays, the big dog is closer to Niu Shan than his own father. Farm men are simple and honest; they listen to whoever gives them money and women, or rather, most people are like that.

Taking the things, Niu Shan nodded, "Alright, go back and keep your wife company."

Seeing that Niu Shan was about to leave, Big Dog felt a little embarrassed and said, "Brother Shan, Sanwa, some other brothers and I have bought wine and are waiting for you..."

"That guy tomorrow... is he really not coming?"

After listening, Niu Shan pondered for a moment, then said, "Let's go in the evening. I'll take Shi Dun there then."

Hearing that Niu Shan finally agreed, Da Gou smiled happily. During this time, some people advised Niu Shan to buy a couple of young women, but Niu Shan scolded them.

This time, some people were actually apologizing for their loose tongues. Niu Shan also knew that he would need people in the future, so he naturally didn't want to make things awkward.

Back inside, Niu Shan placed a large pile of things on the table and began to look at them.

Most of them were Taoist robes made of fine satin, about three in total. In addition, there were some tableware and some finer farm tools, which were of course smaller versions.

Besides these, there were some strange and unusual things. Although Niu Shan didn't know what the immortal wanted, he did know which things could be replaced when they got old.

Moreover, Niu Shan had his own ulterior motives. If he could get his hands on one or two of these items, he would treasure them as family heirlooms.

Then there were snacks and toys for Dunzi, and clothes for the family.

"Tomorrow we'll dress Shidun up nicely before we go up the mountain."

Chen Yang was unaware of all this, as he was currently filling a half-full bottle of Crimson Ganoderma Pills.

"Sir, this is..."

Black Hair stood behind Chen Yang, looking at the irregularly shaped pills with some curiosity. Chen Yang coughed.

"This is a cultivation elixir."

"Didn't I mention it when I asked you for monkey wine before?"

Black Hair remembered the incident after hearing it, but he hadn't taken it to heart at the time.

Firstly, I didn't believe that a weasel like Master could refine elixirs; secondly, I didn't think the monkey wine was worth that much, and as a disciple, it was only right to show my respect.

How could he dare to accept that?