Becoming a god starting from the weasel

Chen Yang didn't look back at what Niu Shan had done; since it was over, there was no need to get involved so much.

Chen Yang simply went about his own business until Niu Shan had been gone for a long time and there was no longer any trace of him in the air. Only then did Chen Yang call over the little sparrow that was sleeping on a branch in the backyard.

After waking the other person up, he asked them to inform the little red fox, while Chen Yang began to move the wooden cart placed in the backyard.

Soon, the little sparrow nodded, took a light step, and flew into the depths of the dense forest.

Chen Yang ate breakfast while looking at the blueprints that Niu Shan had brought.

Although the handwriting on the blueprints wasn't particularly neat, it was clear that the person was a capable and experienced craftsman.

The renovation plan for the Taoist temple was detailed on the blueprints, which basically involved removing the tiles, applying mortar, and laying new stone slabs on the ground.

The process of removing the tiles is quite simple. Although Chen Yang has not yet learned the complete mortise and tenon technique, he can still do some simple replacements.

After all, he couldn't replace the main beam with his current body, but replacing the roof tiles and laying new wooden planks was not difficult.

Chen Yang then began to pack his things, moving all the miscellaneous items from the temple to the backyard.

Although some of the items were quite heavy, Chen Yang was still able to move them with a brief burst of spiritual energy.

  

Before long, a large pile of miscellaneous items appeared in the backyard, all of which Chen Yang had cleared out from inside the temple.

By this time, the sun had already risen high in the sky. "The little sparrow should have arrived by now, shouldn't it?"

Wiping the sweat from his brow, Chen Yang thought to himself.

But soon a monkey's cry came from the woods, and then a macaque with a tuft of black hair on its head jumped into the yard.

"Sir, Blackie is here."

Seeing that the black-haired creature was the first to arrive, Chen Yang was a little surprised. Shouldn't the little sparrow have gone to inform the little red fox and the others first?

Seeing the puzzled look on Chen Yang's face, Black Hair scratched his head as well:

"I sent a little monkey to keep an eye on the sparrow in the woods. Knowing that you are going to rebuild the temple soon, it has been waiting for you for a long time."

Seeing Hei Mao's somewhat embarrassed expression, Chen Yang couldn't help but laugh:

"You monkey, well then, I thank you."

Then Black Hair directed a group of monkeys to help Chen Yang move things; there were quite a few small items inside the temple.

However, with a large group of monkeys joining in, their movements became much faster than before.

While directing Hei Mao and the others to place the items in the yard, Chen Yang continued to think about where to start laying the tiles.

By this time, the sun was already close to noon. Just as Chen Yang was wondering why no one else had come yet, a familiar humming sounded from outside the fence.

"Brother Chen Yang! Brother Chen Yang! I'm not late, am I?"

Zhu Dazhuang, covered in mud and exuding a much stronger aura, stood behind the fence. Beside him was a wild boar, half a size smaller, but also possessing seven or eight strands of spiritual power. This was presumably Zhu Dazhuang's wife.

"Brother Dazhuang, it's not late at all; it's me who should thank you."

Just as Chen Yang finished speaking with his hands clasped in greeting, a snow-white peacock flew in from the horizon.

Peacock's eyelashes fluttered, and a smile appeared on her face: "Fellow Daoist Chen Yang, it's been a long time. The pack of black wolves has been waiting for you below for quite some time. Come with me."

Kong Ling landed lightly, looking around at the things piled up in the courtyard and the crops planted in the fields.

His eyes, which had been somewhat indifferent, suddenly lit up, but he didn't say anything more.

Chen Yang naturally noticed Kong Ling's thoughts. Could it be that Kong Ling wanted to do something to the temple?

However, Kong Ling did not speak, and Chen Yang did not point it out either.

Kong Ling then led Chen Yang to the foot of the forest, followed by a group of monkeys pulling a small cart.

Upon entering the forest, they found a pack of black wolves, each with the physique of a large hunting dog, already waiting inside. The wolves had sharp eyes, and most of them possessed cultivation, though only a few dozen strands of spiritual energy.

Then, a robust black wolf, almost as tall as Pigsy, stood up from the pack. It glanced at Chen Yang, who was wearing clothes, and said:

"You must be Brother Chen Yang? Daoming sent me here. What do you need us to carry?"

Chen Yang cupped his hands in greeting and asked, "May I ask what this brother's name is?"

"Just call me Wolf."

Chen Yang nodded and exchanged a few pleasantries with Lang Da, but Lang Da didn't want to say much. It was clear that he had only come because Hu Daoming had asked him to do something for him.

Chen Yang didn't say anything more. After demonstrating how to attach the goods to the truck, he led the demons to the old, withered tree.

Fortunately, the dead tree was quite large, and Chen Yang spotted it at a glance, even though he had never been there before.

At this moment, on the flat ground under the trees, there was a pile of tiles.

Chen Yang picked up a piece of green tile. It was cool to the touch and did not accumulate water even when rain and mist condensed, indicating that it was a high-quality tile.

"Niu Shan really put his heart into it."

After making a comment, Chen Yang didn't have many other thoughts. He then instructed the monkeys to place the tiles on the wooden cart, and finally, Kong Ling led the way, directing the wolves to place the tiles somewhere.

Besides the tiles, there was also a rectangular object covered with tarpaulin on the ground.

Chen Yang lifted it up and saw that it was a plaque with extremely even black paint, obviously obtained at great expense.

Chen Yang nodded in agreement, instructing the monkeys to lift the plaque and leave carefully before continuing to look for anything else.

Aside from some lacquer, stone paste, and white putty, there were some ordinary tools.

On the nearby haystack were three extremely thick and sturdy solid trees, with a saw next to them, obviously for cutting into planks to replace them, and the dimensions had been carefully measured.

Then Chen Yang directed the two monkeys to start sawing wood. The two monkeys held the long saw and were a little unaccustomed to it at first, but they quickly got the hang of it and sawed out planks one by one.

Just then, Kong Ling returned with a pack of wolves, and the wooden saw got stuck in the wood. Just when the monkeys were at a loss, Chen Yang made a spiritual sword gesture and slashed it across.

Soon, a neat, thin slit was carved into the wood.

Such methods made Kong Ling's eyes light up slightly, but she kept it to herself and did not intend to say anything for the time being.

With the help of the pack of wolves and many monkeys, they quickly moved all the things.

Just as Chen Yang led the monkeys back to where the tiles were piled up, they couldn't find Wolf and the others.

Kong Ling then raised his chin and pointed to the wooden basket on the pile of tiles, saying, "This is a gift that kid Hu Daoming asked me to send to you."

Chen Yang went over to take a look and saw that it was about a pound of blood-red spirit rice.

Chen Yang smiled helplessly. Zhu Dazhuang drove the cart down with a thud, while the monkeys piled tiles on top of it.

Just as they were busy, Kong Ling called out to Chen Yang. "Fellow Daoist Chen Yang, could you come over for a moment? I have something to discuss with you."

Seeing Kong Ling's somewhat serious expression, Chen Yang, though a little suspicious, still approached her.

After all, if Kong Ling remained hidden, it would be a threat to him.

After all, Kong Ling's strength was far greater than his. If he really wanted to do something, he only needed to find a time when no one was around. The fact that he was being called over now meant that he had something he really wanted to tell Kong Ling.

Kong Ling led the way until they were far away from the demons, then slowly turned around.