Becoming a god starting from the weasel

Hearing what Big Chicken said, the boy next to him was also a little confused.

"If that old geezer is so powerful, why did he come to our Huangni'ao?"

The boy, barely out of school, didn't have a deep impression of Huangjia Village. He followed Niushan as soon as he reached the age where he could do things.

In his eyes, Niu Shan was the most capable.

But Big Chicken Brother flicked him on the forehead: "Stop talking nonsense...!"

"That old man is a martial artist. If he hears you, he could break your legs and Brother Shan wouldn't care!"

Only when it was mentioned that even Niushan couldn't be protected did the boy, who was only a teenager, become more obedient.

Ever since Niu Shan invited the other party back to the village, he has treated him with the utmost courtesy, as if he were his own father.

"I don't know what Brother Shan was thinking... hiring a 'master'!"

"They even carried these tiles up such a high mountain. I wonder if the mountain god is real or not."

The first half of the sentence was a complaint, but the second half was purely for saving face.

  

At this moment, Huangni'ao completely accepted the identity of the mountain god.

Otherwise, how do you explain the location of Niushan?

Big Chicken knew this kid cared about his reputation, so he didn't bother with him and just continued driving the oxcart.

However, Huang Changming, who was in front, stopped the oxcart after hearing this and then jumped off the oxcart.

Then he came to the young man, his old face extremely indifferent.

Only after looking closely did they realize that Huang Changming had lost one hand.

"Who's gossiping about the Mountain God's affairs?"

The big rooster knew the other party had heard it, so it quickly jumped off the oxcart and pulled the cart to apologize.

But the boy, barely out of his mind, retorted, "What's it to you?"

Then Huang Changming simply put his hand on the boy's shoulder, and the boy immediately panicked.

But after waiting a while and finding nothing was wrong, he was about to breathe a sigh of relief, realizing that the other party was definitely afraid of Brother Shan.

But then came a sickening cracking sound of bones breaking, and the boy on the ground howled in pain!

The big chicken was almost scared to tears when it saw this, but Huang Changming just said indifferently:

"Mountain God, only Niushan can speak."

"Help him into the car. Don't forget who brought you this life."

After using both kindness and severity, Huang Changming finally got back to driving the oxcart.

Huang Changming then reverted to his old dog-like demeanor, but the giant chicken behind him became even more terrified.

He couldn't help but think of what had been circulating in the village lately.

Brother Niu Shan specially invited this old dog, saying he wanted to become the old dog's godfather.

Uncle Wu agreed to build an ancestral hall for the village in the future, which is why the rules have been so strict lately.

Upon arriving at the village, Niu Shan was already waiting and directed people to carry the goods up the mountain.

Niu Shan then helped Huang Changming up, and Huang Changming simply took the teacup from Niu Shan's hand.

Seeing that everyone was helping the boy to get treatment, Huang Changming finally spoke.

"How's your kung fu practice going?"

Niu Shan scratched his head somewhat embarrassedly upon hearing this: "Perhaps it's because I'm getting old, but I haven't felt any surge of energy yet."

Huang Changming was not surprised: "It's alright, practicing for a longer period of time will also improve your health."

"You don't have the strength; you can't build this ancestral hall."

Niu Shan nodded: "Don't worry, Father Huang, I'll remember that."

Huang Changming then went to find Shidun without saying a word; he still liked that kid.

As Niu Shan looked at the mountain peak, he couldn't help but think of something that had happened a few days ago.

Someone from the village went to steal grain and stole a wife from another village. They had to pay back a lot of grain.

They beat the boy up again, and he was fine, but his wife was in a terrible state.

The whole village was clamoring for the pigs to be drowned in cages. At first, Niu Shan thought it was normal, but now he felt something was off.

Why does everyone condone this kind of murder? Is it really worth killing someone for?

Niu Shan didn't understand, but he thought that these principles seemed to be passed down in the village, so he wondered if he should just follow them too.

Does that mean whatever I say goes? Then they found Huang Changming, the former village head of Huangjia Village.

This was someone even the landlord Huang feared during his lifetime...

He also acquired the Huang family's stance training, but according to Huang Changming, it wasn't anything of great value.

That means you can only lay the foundation; the limit is condensing qi and blood.

The Huang family used to send their disciples to the town, as the outside world was the best place to practice martial arts.

However, for Niu Shan, this is enough. Recently, the other party has been giving him lessons in his spare time.

Although it was difficult to learn, he also learned a lot of lessons.

"However, this will be the Niu family's achievement in the future."

Niu Shan's gaze shifted with a thoughtful expression before he looked towards Black Wind Mountain.

"I wonder if the fortune teller I've been searching for these past few days has satisfied me."

Niu Shan found many good tiles and also went to Heifeng Town to buy some lacquer and white putty.

There was another thing that I obtained by chance, but it almost caused a falling out with Huang Changming.

That was the first time he had considered killing someone, but fortunately the other party eventually confessed.

"I hope the Great Immortal is satisfied..."

After that, Niu Shan went to attend to other matters; the beans in the field still needed to be composted.

On Black Wind Mountain, in front of an old tree, there was a pile of neat green tiles. Many of the tiles were quite special, similar to the eaves of other temples and Taoist monasteries. These were precious and high-quality tiles that Niu Shan had specially purchased from the county.

After carrying the last pile of tiles up the mountain and arranging them neatly, someone complained to Sanwa beside him, "Sanwa, what is Shan-ge doing?"

"All that money spent on grain to buy tiles is just piled up here."

Upon hearing this, Sanwa immediately became angry: "How dare you talk about Brother Shan like that? Shut your mouths, we'll do whatever Brother Shan tells us to do."

After being told off, the man didn't dare to argue back and could only nod sheepishly.

Sanwa glanced at the pile of tiles prepared specifically for the Taoist temple, and then at the materials that Niushan said he was going to use to build a mountain god temple here. He nodded and then left the mountain to tell Niushan about it.

The next morning, Niu Shan went up the mountain himself, carrying a set of blueprints made by an old craftsman from the city.

Although Niu Shan still didn't feel any improvement in his health during this period, his steps were indeed much lighter than before.

With the chill of early autumn in the air, I followed the mist into the woods. Fortunately, I knew the way well and soon arrived at the entrance of the temple.

Presumably the immortal was still not up, Niu Shan sat down at the door and waited.

Only when the sun was fully up and there was movement inside the temple did Niu Shan gently knock on the door.

Chen Yang opened the door and saw Niu Shan standing respectfully, his clothes still a little wet, obviously he had arrived early in the morning.

Niu Shan hurriedly bowed respectfully: "Great Immortal, I have done everything you asked me to do."

He then took out the blueprint from his pocket, opened it, looked at it, and nodded slightly.

This time, however, Chen Yang did not invite Niu Shan into the temple, but instead said, "Wait for me a moment."

While waiting for Chen Yang to come out, he had a wooden board in his hand, which was covered with words that Chen Yang had carved with his spiritual power.

Then Chen Yang said, "The above are the things you need to pay attention to. If you don't understand them, find someone to take a look for you."

"As for the village, there will be many things to do in the future, so you should go up the mountain less often."

Upon hearing Chen Yang's words, Niu Shan understood what Chen Yang meant: "Great Immortal..." Niu Shan choked up, but for a moment he didn't know how to say it.

Chen Yang replied, "Everyone has their own destiny; no one can accompany you forever."

"If anything happens in the future, let Shidun speak for you."

Niu Shan knew he couldn't offend the immortal, so even though he was reluctant, he could only bow and pay his respects. Chen Yang, on the other hand, didn't look any further and gently closed the door.

Niu Shan descended the slope, dejected. Looking at the Taoist temple, he was overwhelmed with mixed feelings. He turned back and knelt down in front of the temple, saying, "The Great Immortal is right. It is my good fortune that the Great Immortal has accompanied me for so long."

Niu Shan is no longer the Niu Shan who risked his life to go up the mountain to find some wild vegetables in order to save his mother and wife.

Now he is known as Shanbo among the village's young men, and as Brother Shan among his peers. Even Uncle Wu has to listen to him.

Then, carrying the morning sun and the moon still visible in the clouds on the horizon, Niu Shan kowtowed deeply towards the Taoist temple.