Becoming a god starting from the weasel

Looking at the vermilion fruit, Chen Yang felt an even stronger urge to eat it than he did to eat the blood spirit rice.

After taking spiritual medicines many times, Chen Yang also discovered that the more precious the medicine, the stronger the appetite of the monsters. This is an instinct that comes from their bloodline.

Chen Yang didn't change locations and took the Zhu Guo right there in the courtyard.

As Chen Yang sat cross-legged and began refining the Vermilion Fruit, the wind and snow on the mountain intensified.

The places in the courtyard where he had been standing were now covered in snow, but strangely enough, not a single snowflake fell on Chen Yang.

Because whenever snowflakes fall around Chen Yang, they are dissolved by a strange heat.

Right now, within Chen Yang's dantian, a small bead resembling a furnace fire was being frantically refined.

At this moment, Chen Yang's golden hair, illuminated by the heat, looked like a small sun, glowing a bright red.

About an hour later, around noon, Chen Yang slowly opened his eyes, his body covered in sweat.

Feeling the warmth on his body, Chen Yang couldn't help but think of the effects of the Vermilion Fruit. "It's a good thing the Vermilion Fruit exists, otherwise my body would probably be frozen solid."

Chen Yang shook his body, and the sweat on his body turned into small ice particles as soon as he shook it off.

The effects of this Vermilion Fruit are far greater than those of the one the little red fox had taken before.

The plants are all the same; the only difference is perhaps their growing environment.

Chen Yang thought that the Vermilion Fruit plant had been moved from that barren cliff cave to the medicinal field, and occasionally it could also get some spiritual liquid, so it was not surprising that it had grown to its current state.

Touching his stomach, Chen Yang realized that there was still more than half of the small vermilion fruit inside him that had not been completely digested.

Chen Yang already possesses cultivation, so the Vermilion Fruit cannot be directly transformed into a refreshing medicinal effect that enhances aptitude and improves physical constitution; he can only cultivate it slowly.

However, Chen Yang was quite satisfied with this, because the effects of the Vermilion Fruit in improving aptitude still existed, although most of the medicinal power could only be converted into cultivation.

Just as Chen Yang was about to go to the temple to get busy and wipe himself clean, a clear bird song suddenly came from outside the fence behind him.

Amidst the blanket of white snow, a peacock gracefully arrived.

The peacock treads lightly on the ground, with something resembling a giant bird's nest in its beak. Upon closer inspection, it is revealed that the nest contains various colorful bird eggs.

"Fellow Daoist Chen Yang, I am indeed late today. I went to collect some things."

"I once heard Fellow Daoist Hu Daoming mention it as a New Year's gift. Well then, Happy New Year, Fellow Daoist Chen Yang."

Upon seeing the bird eggs in the basket and carefully examining them, Chen Yang discovered that they even possessed spiritual energy. He looked at Kong Ling with some surprise.

Kong Ling guards the birds in this area of ​​the outer mountain. It is not unusual for a few birds to be born with spirits among the many birds. What is unusual is why Kong Ling took other people's eggs and gave them to himself.

Seeing Chen Yang's strange look, Kong Ling coughed and explained, "It's winter now, so the eggs laid won't produce offspring. That's why I asked for some for you, fellow Daoist. They should taste quite good."

Chen Yang nodded. It seemed that Kong Ling didn't do this often, otherwise Chen Yang would have suspected that Kong Ling was eating birds all the time.

Just as Chen Yang was about to invite Kong Lingxian to take a look, a monkey's howl came from outside the fence.

Kong Ling and Chen Yang looked over and saw that a group of golden macaques had appeared outside the courtyard at some point, each of them holding a bamboo tube in its hand.

Then a much taller macaque with black fur on its head emerged from among the macaques.

  

"Black Hair greets you, sir, and wishes you a Happy New Year. This is a gift I brought."

Chen Yang opened the fence gate, and the monkeys carried in buckets of wine.

Even through the leaves, Kong Ling could smell the fragrance: "Is this all... monkey wine?" Kong Ling's voice clearly carried a hint of saliva as she spoke.

Chen Yang opened the leaf and looked inside, only to find that this wine was no ordinary wine. It contained traces of spiritual energy and was the same Red Ganoderma wine from before. However, this Red Ganoderma wine seemed to have been diluted, so its medicinal power was greatly reduced.

Black Hair scratched his head: "I brewed some new medicine using the leftover dregs from the past, sir, so we can have a drink together during the New Year."

Just as Black Hair finished speaking, the macaques who had put down their wine also let out a whoosh, preparing to climb the tree and leave.

Chen Yang chuckled and said, "You two can just come earlier next time. The things aren't that important."

He summoned the two back into the house, and then Chen Yang scooped up a bucket of water and put ten Red Ganoderma Pills into it.

As soon as the Red Ganoderma Pill was placed down, its medicinal properties instantly dissolved into the water.

Chen Yang called the group of macaques over: "Come, this is your New Year's gift."

The monkeys scratched their heads, puzzled by Chen Yang's meaning.

But when Chen Yang scooped a ladle of water and fed it to a monkey, the monkey's face immediately lit up with a look of surprise, and it immediately bowed to Chen Yang.

Chen Yang just chuckled and distributed all the elixir to each monkey.

After bowing to Chen Yang again from the tree, the monkeys swung back into the valley.

When Chen Yang returned to the courtyard, a small offering had already been placed in front of the statue of the Three Pure Ones.

A bamboo table was set up near the eaves, with three seats on it.

Kong Ling was already sitting cross-legged inside, drinking monkey wine from the bamboo tube, smacking his lips, his white bird face already tinged with a wine-red hue.

Seeing Kong Ling like this, Chen Yang couldn't help but cover his face and laugh. Sure enough, Kong Ling was still the same—clumsy but loved to drink.

Just as Chen Yang was wondering where Hei Mao had gone, Hei Mao brought out the remaining dishes from the kitchen.

Like a juggling act, Black Hair's hands were extremely nimble; he managed to bring up all four plates in one go by stacking wooden bowls.

Seeing Chen Yang arrive just in time, Black Hair said, "Sir, please have a seat."

After a short while, the three demons sat down.

The snow outside was falling even harder, but inside, Chen Yang and the other two were sitting around a wooden table, with a small stove under the table and another one on the table.

However, a ceramic pot was placed on the stove on the table, with hot monkey wine bubbling inside, its aroma filling the air.

Although the fiery red figure from last year is missing this year, the presence of black fur is just right.

Black Hair especially enjoyed the few peaches on the table; they satisfied his craving.

Kong Ling was also quite surprised, after all, it was quite miraculous to be able to eat peaches during this time of year. Although they were not as delicious as those in season, they were still quite extraordinary.

The three of them watched the snow and drank wine, occasionally discussing matters of cultivation.

After a few rounds of drinks, both Kong Ling and Hei Mao's faces turned slightly red.

Kong Ling then looked at Chen Yang with some envy: "Fellow Daoist Chen Yang, I truly envy you. Your cultivation has advanced so quickly, it seems you haven't even hit a bottleneck yet."

Kong Ling's words were tinged with alcohol, so his tone was quite exaggerated.

Black Hair nodded in agreement: "Sir, I've also hit a bottleneck in my cultivation lately. The more I cultivate, the more frustrated I become, and I really don't know what to do."

Under the influence of alcohol, Hei Mao and Kong Ling revealed the difficulties of their cultivation that they usually wouldn't confide in.

Chen Yang was not drunk yet. Hearing their conversation, he couldn't help but think of the books Chu Xiuyuan had given him in the past. It seemed that cultivation was not just about mindlessly piling up resources, but also about cultivating the mind.

Then Chen Yang got up and went to the Taoist temple to take out three books, namely "Xuan Yuan Wu Wei Zhen Lu" and two other books.

Upon seeing Chen Yang produce three books, Kong Ling and Black Hair scratched their heads, asking, "Fellow Daoist Chen Yang, what are these?"

Then Chen Yang said, "Actually, my talent is inferior to all of yours, perhaps it's because of these three books."

"If you're not in a hurry, you can study in the temple. I can teach you to recognize some characters, and you might even gain something from it."

Upon hearing Chen Yang's words, Kong Ling's face showed astonishment, and even the effects of the alcohol seemed to sober her up a bit: "This... Fellow Daoist Chen Yang?"