Becoming a god starting from the weasel

Kong Ling was speechless for a moment. He had only heard of such books from the elders in his clan.

However, these books are only available to the cave masters in the deeper caves. How could Chen Yang have such books?

Unlike Kong Ling's surprise and astonishment, Hei Mao was already in tears.

Black Hair didn't know any of this. He was just a monkey in the valley, and all he knew was that Chen Yang treated him very well, even willing to give him such books.

Black Hair rubbed his hands together before daring to take the book. Although he couldn't understand a single word, he still looked at Chen Yang with tears in his eyes: "Sir..."

Seeing their different expressions, Chen Yang naturally knew what they were thinking.

Chen Yang simply picked up a cup of monkey wine and drank it down, then said, "This was a gift from a good friend from years ago."

"However, you must take good care of this book, as I will have to return it later."

Hearing Chen Yang's words, Kong Ling couldn't help but nod.

Although the outer mountains do not have as many cultivation resources as the places down the mountain, it is still easier to encounter fellow travelers on the same path.

Given Chen Yang's extraordinary abilities, it's normal for him to receive some favor.

Kong Ling nodded: "In that case, thank you very much, fellow Daoist."

"I will only study this book in the temple. If I can remember it, I will read it in my mind. If I can't remember it, it's just that my own fortune is not good enough."

Hearing Kong Ling's words, Chen Yang smiled and nodded.

Black Hair scratched his head: "Sir, I'm not that quick-witted. Could I come to the temple more often to study and keep you company?"

Looking at Blackie's darting eyes, what was wrong with him?

This person clearly wants to learn all three books.

Chen Yang chuckled and tapped Blackie's head: "You little monkey, fine, you can come and keep me company more often and help me manage the affairs in the fields."

The three demons then continued drinking, but Chen Yang still had another question.

Chen Yang looked at Kong Ling and asked, "Fellow Daoist Kong Ling, why is it that the spiritual rice I planted in my backyard becomes weaker and weaker as it grows?"

  

When Chen Yang asked this question, his eyes became much clearer.

After carefully summarizing the situation last night, Chen Yang discovered that the newly sprouted rice seedlings were full of spiritual energy when they were first planted.

Although it has grown into a rice plant, its spiritual power is not as strong as it was when it was first born.

Upon hearing Chen Yang's question, Kong Ling pondered for a moment before replying, "Perhaps it's because the spiritual energy in the outer mountains is too thin."

Kong Ling didn't know anything about farming, but he could still get a general idea by guessing a few things.

Upon hearing Kong Ling's words, Chen Yang couldn't help but ponder.

Kong Ling then continued, "Most spiritual creatures are born in places with spiritual energy."

"Although you can occasionally find some old medicines in these mountains, most of them are due to the nature of the medicine itself."

"If that old herb could grow in a place down the mountain, there is a very high probability that it would become a spiritual herb."

"But because he grew up in the mountains, he could only be described as an old medicine."

Hearing Kong Ling's words, Chen Yang also felt that they made sense.

Spiritual creatures naturally need to absorb spiritual energy, especially spiritual rice like Blood Spirit Rice.

The Vermilion Fruit is alright; it can draw some unique sunlight from the world.

Furthermore, even after refining a small portion of the Vermilion Fruit that morning, Chen Yang only obtained a dozen or so strands of spiritual energy.

Although it's a lot for daily cultivation, it's insignificant compared to spiritual herbs.

Then Kong Ling added, "Fellow Daoist Chen Yang, perhaps you can turn all the fields in your backyard into spirit fields in the future."

"Although this won't change the spiritual energy content within the temple, it's enough for growing some crops."

Upon hearing this, Chen Yang bowed to Kong Ling and said, "Then thank you very much, Fellow Daoist Kong Ling."

Kong Ling shook her head: "If this bottleneck can be resolved, then I should thank Fellow Daoist Chen Yang more."

The two demons then exchanged a smile and continued drinking.

With her inner turmoil resolved, Kong Ling drank even more.

Since they weren't leaving tonight, Kong Ling drank to her heart's content and soon became the fastest to get drunk among the three, even though it was only just getting dark.

Black Hair had also drunk quite a bit, and was quite intoxicated.

Seeing this scene, with one person drunk and the other passed out, Chen Yang lost interest in drinking any more.

Therefore, Yuanchou Temple is quieter than usual today.

Chen Yang cleared out the vacant Taoist temple next door and then arranged for Hei Mao and Kong Ling to move in.

Chen Yang also went to bed and slept, and the night passed without incident.

The next day, Chen Yang didn't get up until noon. Looking at the snow piled up outside the window and the snow-covered mountains in the distance, he felt relaxed and happy.

After getting up and doing their morning prayers, Hei Mao and Kong Ling soon followed suit.

In the days that followed, Kong Ling simply refrained from indulging in alcohol, drinking only a few cups each day before focusing on listening to Chen Yang's lectures and cultivating.

Three months passed in this way, until spring arrived and it was time to return to the clan. Kong Ling then bid farewell to Chen Yang, saying, "Thank you for your guidance during this time, Fellow Daoist Chen Yang."

After three months of secluded cultivation, Kong Ling has already broken through the bottleneck, and Chen Yang has also learned Kong Ling's specific cultivation level: forty strands of spiritual power, which can be considered as breaking through a minor bottleneck.

Chen Yang's cultivation level has also improved considerably. Although it is not as fast as when he cultivated alone some time ago, he now has about nine strands of spiritual power and twenty strands of spiritual energy. He will be able to break through to the tenth strand of spiritual power soon.

Chen Yang returned the greeting: "Fellow Daoist Kong Ling, you flatter me."

Black Hair also plans to leave in a few days; he needs to go back and oversee the brewing of monkey wine.

Kong Ling looked at Hei Mao with some envy: "Junior Nephew Hei Mao is also fortunate to be able to often follow Fellow Daoist Chen Yang."

"Now you have three spiritual energies, right?"

Hei Mao wasn't smug upon hearing this; he simply said, "It's all thanks to the spirit bird eggs that Uncle Kong Ling brought. I wish I could eat more."

Hearing Hei Mao's words, Kong Ling also twitched.

Black Feather ate the most of the spirit bird eggs, but it's worth it since the monkey had been coaxing him the whole time.

Kong Ling chatted with Chen Yang for a while longer before spreading her wings and flying away.

A few days later, Black Hair also left and returned to Monkey Valley to oversee the brewing of this year's monkey wine.

Therefore, for a time, only Chen Yang remained in the entire Yuanchou Temple.

As it happened, another drop of spiritual liquid was produced today, so Chen Yang came to check on the condition of the fields in the backyard.

With the help of Hei Mao and Kong Ling in collecting fertilizer, Chen Yang found it much easier to manage the fields behind the Taoist temple.

Black Hair and Kong Ling both knew that the backyard was Chen Yang's treasure, so they didn't usually go there.

Chen Yang was naturally satisfied with this, after all, sometimes this kind of tacit understanding that doesn't need to be said is the most precious thing.

And around this time, the white corn in the backyard will also be ripe.

But today, Chen Yang unusually did not go to see the Solomon's seal first. Instead, he carried a wooden bucket in one hand and fetched a bucket of water from the nearby mountain stream before coming to the white cornfield.

The field was now full of rice, and the rice stalks were no different from ordinary rice, but upon closer inspection, one could sense a spiritual energy.

However, there was only one thing that made Chen Yang unhappy. He casually picked open a rice stalk and saw that although the rice inside was as white as jade and contained spiritual energy, it was still less than half as good as Blood Spirit Rice.

It seems that there are still some issues to be resolved regarding upgrading this medicinal field into a spiritual field.

Chen Yang later learned from Kong Ling that spirit fields are extremely difficult to upgrade, and it is very difficult to upgrade them to spirit fields unless they are naturally born in a spirit land.

The only way is to find some spirit ore slag and spread it in the fields, which can barely serve as a spirit field.

However, this requires searching, but Chen Yang is not in a hurry, as he has another thing that can enhance spiritual energy.

Chen Yang dripped the spiritual liquid from the Hun Tian Zhu into the wooden bucket, and the ordinary mountain stream water instantly turned into spiritual water.

One advantage of the spiritual liquid, which is why Chen Yang loves using it the most, is that it can generate spiritual power, but it only needs to draw on the earth's energy.

Now is the perfect time to harvest, so we can take a few now and then. If all else fails, we can just spend some more time replenishing the harvest.

Looking at the golden rice in the field, Chen Yang thought to himself.

Down the mountain, families lined up in a shed next to Niu Shan's house, waiting for this year's rice seedlings.