Becoming a god starting from the weasel

"Fellow Daoist Chen Yang, do you know what my current cultivation level is?"

Upon hearing Kong Ling's question, Chen Yang carefully sensed his spiritual power and found that it had increased by about seven or eight strands compared to the time of the New Year, indicating that his cultivation progress was quite rapid.

Chen Yang then shared his feelings, and Kong Ling nodded in agreement.

"That's true. We demons and monsters don't live long. If we can't cultivate our cultivation soon, we'll probably lose our lives in no more than ten years."

"That's why the struggle for spirit rice is so fierce on the way down the mountain. For those spirits without roots, fighting to the death is their only way out."

"Not everyone can live a peaceful life like you, fellow Daoist, by farming and supporting themselves."

Only then did Chen Yang understand Kong Ling's meaning; she was probably reminding him to be careful.

"Fellow Daoist Kong Ling, rest assured, I will certainly be careful."

Kong Ling and the others were worried that their cultivation would be stalled and they would die due to insufficient talent and time, but Chen Yang had spirit crystals that could improve his innate talent, so he did not have this worry and could just cultivate silently. But there was no need to talk about this.

However, Kong Ling's words also reminded Chen Yang that if his strength couldn't keep up, just farming wouldn't be enough.

Seeing that Chen Yang truly understood, Kong Ling led him back out of the forest, then remarked with some emotion:

"Back then, I never imagined that what you planted in your backyard would change like this today, even to the point of planting spirit rice."

"This kind of method is quite rare even among our demon race. If you ever find yourself without a place to go, you can seek help from our Peacock Clan."

Chen Yang didn't say anything about Kong Ling's offer to recruit him, but simply brushed it off. Kong Ling also knew that Chen Yang didn't have such intentions, so she didn't say anything either.

With the help of Zhu Dazhuang and his wife, as well as a group of monkeys brought by Hei Mao, everything was moved into the temple in no time.

Under Chen Yang's command, old tiles were removed one by one, and rotten planks were pulled out and thrown away by Hei Mao. Then, new planks were picked up and nailed to the roof beams.

Then came the laying of new tiles. The old tiles were stored away and piled up in the corner behind the wall, while the monkeys handed the new tiles to them one by one.

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Black Hair laid the floor himself, and in no time it was neatly laid out, and the appearance of the temple changed a lot.

Once the tiles were laid, the walls were painted with new paint. A mud pit was dug outside the courtyard, and the applied paste was placed in wooden buckets.

Several monkeys, wearing felt hats made of lotus leaves on their heads, carried wooden buckets in one hand and brushes in the other, and began to scrub diligently. Although their skills were not perfect, they were just enough.

The gaps in the wall were patched with mortar, and then putty was applied, giving the temple a completely different look.

Next came the floor tiles: all the old tiles were removed and replaced with lime powder and wood ash to prevent insects and moisture.

The brand-new stone bricks were laid on top, while the old and broken ones were carried by the monkeys to the steps leading up the mountain and laid out piece by piece, with Zhu Dazhuang quarrying the stones.

After everything was finished, the demons gathered in the courtyard.

Standing in the center of the temple, Chen Yang lit sandalwood incense and placed it inside the cauldron. He then went to a temporary wooden table set up in the open space inside the temple.

On the wooden table sat a plaque painted black. It had been over a year since we arrived, and it was time to give this Taoist temple a name.

After a moment's thought, Chen Yang used his spiritual sword finger to carve three characters on the plaque:

"Yuanchou Guan".

The fields and farmlands are the fundamental source of all living beings. Chen Yang's journey into cultivation, and even his subsequent cultivation, is inseparable from the fields.

If one day I can become an immortal or an ancestor, I can also be associated with the word "Yuan".

Thinking of this, after Chen Yang finished carving, he asked the monkeys to hang the ornament on it for him, and only then was everything completed.

They put everything back in its place. Although they moved very quickly, it was already almost evening. If they didn't hurry back now, they would have to search in the dark.

Kong Ling then bowed to Chen Yang and said, "Fellow Daoist Chen Yang, it is getting late."

"Now that the repairs to the temple and cave dwelling are complete, I will depart."

Pig Dazhuang couldn't say those words, he just snorted and then said:

"Brother Chen Yang, you don't need to see me off. Go back and check on your new cave dwelling!"

"If there's anything you're not satisfied with, just call me Old Pig!"

Then Pig Dazhuang revealed a simple and honest smile.

Black Hair also said, "Sir, there's no need to see me off. Please go back."

Chen Yang nodded slightly. Just as everyone was about to leave, Chen Yang took out several jade bottles from his pocket and shared five Crimson Ganoderma Pills with Zhu Dazhuang and his wife, as well as the three demons Kong Ling.

As for Black Hair and the others, Chen Yang gave them a bottle containing fifteen pills, and Black Hair was free to decide how to divide them.

This was something Chen Yang had prepared long ago; after all, he couldn't let people help him for nothing.

At the same time, Chen Yang gave Kong Ling five more, which puzzled her. Then Chen Yang explained:

"Please give this pill to the little red fox for me, and tell it that you are grateful for the spirit rice."

With the green amaranth available, Chen Yang's effects of the Red Ganoderma Pill were not irreplaceable, especially since the little red fox had also given him a pound of spirit rice, which could be considered a substitute for the Red Ganoderma Pill.

Black Hair and the others initially wanted to decline, but seeing Chen Yang's serious expression, they reluctantly accepted.

Then Chen Yang said, "Alright, it's getting late."

"Thank you all for your help today. If you come again in the future, I will certainly serve you a generous cup of tea."

Only then did Pigsy and his companions leave.

Only Kong Ling lagged behind by half a step, watching the departing figures of the others, and then said to Chen Yang, "Fellow Daoist Chen Yang, do not forget what I said, and cultivate diligently."

Chen Yang nodded: "Thank you, Fellow Daoist Kong Ling. I hope we can enjoy the snow and cook wine together again this year."

Thinking of monkey wine, Kong Ling's throat tightened slightly, and he coughed, "That's for sure."

Kong Ling then spread his wings and flew away from the Taoist temple.

Chen Yang returned to the Taoist temple, which had been completely renovated. The walls had been freshly plastered, and the entire temple looked brand new.

Although the Three Pure Ones did not use paint to color the painting, Chen Yang still cleaned it thoroughly.

"I'll paint a portrait of the Three Pure Ones after I've mastered the art of painting," Chen Yang thought, looking at the brand-new temple.

Now the pillars have been painted with new bright red paint, and the vermilion paint shines in the setting sun.

Although there was still a pungent smell, it dissipated almost completely in just one day because Chen Yang and the others had only applied a thin layer of paint.

The path to immortality is arduous, and even a weasel's lifespan is less than ten years. Although there are spirit crystals and spirit liquids, there is no need to rush, but one should also cultivate more quickly.

After Chen Yang nodded and confirmed his idea, he finished cleaning up the remaining mess completely, and then it got dark.

Tonight, Chen Yang cooked a pot of spirit rice, just enough for himself to eat in his previous life.

Looking at the rice in the pot, Chen Yang felt a little emotional, after all, this was the first time he had eaten rice in more than a year.

I was originally planning to grow them myself next year before eating them, but I ended up incurring the little red fox's favor.

According to Kong Ling, every bit of cultivation resource is hard-earned. Could Little Fox Hill really be that wealthy? That's impossible.

Fine, Chen Yang didn't care anymore. He could just grow some spirit rice next year and pay him back two jin.

Chen Yang then began to eat, intending to continue his cultivation after finishing his meal that night.

Chen Yang also felt that he had been doing too many miscellaneous things lately, and perhaps he could cultivate during the day.

I've been studying for almost a year now, and I've already read most of the miscellaneous books and illustrated catalogs. I've learned everything I need to know. Now that things have stabilized, I should naturally improve my cultivation level quickly, as my three spiritual energies are still a bit weak.

Although Chen Yang's talent is among the worst, with the support of numerous resources, he shouldn't be progressing this slowly.

Then Chen Yang began to eat the spirit rice, preparing to experience its effects before engaging in some secluded cultivation.