After returning to the village, start chasing the mountain from binding Emei

Chapter 218 So many weasels, asking for a title together?
Huang Ying had classes in the afternoon, so after lunch, Chen Yang sent her back to school.

I really have to sigh that this world is really small.

The person who rescued Liu Changqing from the underground palace of Jianfeng Temple was actually Huang Ying's classmate.

Such a person is 100% dangerous. Chen Yang will definitely not let Huang Ying contact her again.

Of course, the premise is that this woman can survive.

She was so badly injured that her chances of survival were slim.

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These days, the old man is not around, so Chen Yang is much freer.

Pingwazi next door went to school, so Chen Yang's personal collecting expert was offline.

The spider silk gloves were returned.

Chen Yang was thinking about finding a new owner for it.

He didn't know many people in the village, and it was the busy farming season, so he wanted to find a suitable candidate, but he really didn't know how to start.

After thinking about it, he still only thought of Huang Can.

This guy is the most idle in the village. He is idle and often hangs out in the mountains. Giving the gloves to him should be cost-effective.

Anyway, Chen Yang didn't expect him to go up the mountain to collect mountain products all the time. As long as he could bring him some experience points as rewards, it would be enough.

During the day, Huang Can was called up and the two of them went up the mountain. Recently, the chicken mushroom has started to go out of market, and as things are rare, they are expensive, so the price has risen a bit.

A pound of fresh goods can be sold for 180 yuan.

The growth distribution map of the Acanthopanax fasciatus in his hand was used to make some use of its residual energy.

Huang Can was broadcasting live, and the two of them just wandered around a few nearby hills, and they gained quite a lot.

This guy Chen Yang was like a navigation system. He was always accurate in finding the place he was going. Whenever he arrived at a place, he would always find something. And it wasn't just one or two nests, but large tracts of chicken mushrooms.

Is this luck?
Huang Can felt that it contained some metaphysics.

As a result, the popularity of his live broadcast room increased a lot, and many people were even leading the discussion in the room, saying that they had placed the props in advance.

There were a few fans nearby who were still talking nonsense in the live broadcast room, threatening to come over and confront them.

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The two of them spent the entire afternoon running up and down four or five hills, picking almost all of the nearby chicken mushrooms.

Chen Yang was in good physical condition and looked like nothing had happened, but Huang Can couldn't bear it. Like a donkey that had just finished pulling the millstone, he came down the mountain and lay directly on the sofa in Chen Yang's house and wouldn't get up.

After counting the harvest, I found two large backpacks were full, and two snakeskin bags were also full.

The total weight is about 500 kilograms.

There are more than 4,000 chicken mushrooms, an exaggerated and scary number.

In just one afternoon, he gained more than 40,000 experience points and more than 40 bottles of stamina essence.

The harvest can be said to be far beyond expectations.

At this time, his experience value has reached 116532 points.

At this rate, if I work for a few more days, I'm afraid I'll be able to reach level six.

However, he opened the [Growth Distribution Map of Chicken Mushroom in Daqishan Mountain] and took a look.

It can be seen from the picture that there are no chicken mushrooms growing on the nearby hills anymore, as they have basically been cleared out by him.

If you want to pick chicken mushrooms on a large scale like we do today, you can only go to farther places and more distant hills.

In that case, the time cost will be much higher.

Moreover, picking chicken mushrooms is also a physical job. It is okay to do it occasionally, but not all the time.

About 500 kilograms of chicken mushroom, 180 yuan per kilogram, can be sold for about yuan.

After a tiring afternoon, Chen Yang was too lazy to cook and just made two buckets of instant noodles.

"Brother, I've been busy with you for the whole afternoon and I'm exhausted like a dog, and you just give me a pack of instant noodles?"

Huang Can was lying on the sofa. Before going down the mountain, Chen Yang told him that there was braised beef at home. He drooled and actually believed it. He didn't expect it was actually instant noodles.

The greater the hope, the greater the disappointment.

"It would be nice to eat some."

Chen Yang put the instant noodles on the table and picked up a bowl to drink first as a sign of respect.

"It's so stingy."

While Huang Can was complaining, he picked up the instant noodles and slurped them up voraciously.

"I'll give you these chicken mushrooms. Deliver them to Zhang Yafeng tomorrow morning..."

"I'll go by myself? You don't want to go? I can't drive."

"I'd like to borrow Uncle Da Neng's tricycle. You know how to drive one, right?"

"Why don't you go?"

"I have other things to do."

"I still have a live broadcast to do. I'm exhausted all day."

"These chicken mushrooms can be sold for 90,000 yuan. Let's split it between us, 45,000 yuan each."

"If you had said that earlier, I wouldn't be so tired." Huang Can smiled and became energetic when he heard it.

Although he gained a lot this afternoon, he never thought that Chen Yang would share it equally with him.

After all, these chicken mushrooms were found by Chen Yang, and he just put in some effort.

Without Chen Yang, there would not be so much gain at all.

If Chen Yang could give him 10% or 20%, he would be thankful. He never expected that Chen Yang would be so generous.

If you have money, everything will be easy.

That’s forty-five thousand. Huang Can’s face was almost broken with laughter. He no longer looked depressed at all.

"miser!"

Chen Yang gave him the middle finger.

"Wang..."

At this time, Hei Hu started barking in the yard.

The sudden roar scared Huang Can and his instant noodles almost spilled all over his crotch.

Chen Yang frowned, stood up and walked out.

The black tiger is very intelligent and will not normally bark like this. This bark is most likely because there are some uninvited guests.

It was already past eight o'clock in the evening. The anti-Japanese war drama from Sichuan TV was playing on TV, and it was completely dark outside.

The black tiger roared twice in the direction of the back mountain, and looking at its posture, it seemed that it couldn't help but rush out and bite someone.

Chen Yang came out of the yard and looked towards the mountain.

"What the hell is that?"

Huang Can ran out with instant noodles and looked towards the back mountain.

Behind Chen Yang's old house is a private bamboo forest. Further up, there is a mixed wood forest. Above the mixed wood forest, there is a large bamboo forest.

At this time, with the naked eye, you can see some blue spots of light flickering in the bamboo forest dozens of meters away.

There are quite a lot of them, and from a distance they look like a group of fireflies.

Huang Can slurped up the instant noodles vigorously, and the soup splashed all over his face, but he didn't care and just wiped it with his sleeve.

This guy is just a rough person.

"Isn't it a will-o'-the-wisp?"

Huang Can said this suddenly, with a bit of awe in his eyes.

There are some graves in that bamboo forest.

There are some old graves of unknown age. Some of the graves have been opened after so many years, and phosphorescent flames could occasionally be seen flickering in the past.

Sometimes, white phosphorus will precipitate from the bones of a corpse. It will burn when it comes into contact with air and float in the air. If people see it, they will mistake it for a ghost fire.

To be honest, seeing this situation in the middle of the night and imagining things in my mind really made me feel a chill down my spine and a little scared.

"Go, have a look."

Huang Can instantly became interested, and the fear he had just felt disappeared.

He was about to run up there with the noodles in his hand, as if he was afraid that if he went too late, the will-o'-the-wisp would run away.

This guy is really brave sometimes.

After running a few steps, Huang Can remembered that he had forgotten to take his cell phone, so he ran back, rushed into the main room, put his cell phone in his pocket, threw the instant noodles away, and ran out.

At this moment, Huang Can's physical strength seemed to have recovered instantly.

This guy is probably going to shoot a video. This is such good material, he might even do a live broadcast.

Chen Yang had no interest and didn't want to get involved.

The bucket of instant noodles he just ate was nothing at all, so he went into the house and got two more buckets, and ate alone while Huang Can was away.

"Chen Yang!"

The noodles had just been taken out and there was no time to soak them when Chen Yang heard a terrified scream coming from behind the house.

Chen Yang ran out quickly, only to see Huang Can running down the path at the edge of the woods with the flashlight on his cell phone.

He stumbled, panicked, and almost fell.

Even when he ran into the yard, Huang Can's face was still pale and he was still in shock. He had his hands on his knees and was gasping for breath.

"Were you chased by a ghost?"

Chen Yang looked at him with some confusion. Was he really seeing a ghost?
"Yellow, yellow...yellow skin."

Huang Can was out of breath and stuttered for a long time before he could utter a complete sentence, "Okay, there are so many yellow skins..."

Huang Can swallowed hard, his face full of visible fear.

Huangpizi?
Chen Yang's brows frowned instantly.

He immediately looked in the direction of the Bamboo Forest.

Those clusters of green stars did not disperse but were still floating in the forest.

Previously, I thought it was phosphorescent light, but Huang Can said that it was the eyes of a weasel. Huang Can calmed down a little at this time, swallowed his saliva, and said to Chen Yang, "There are many weasels in that forest, and they are not afraid of people. I didn't even have time to start the live broadcast, and I saw pairs of eyes staring at me. I almost peed myself..."

This guy is really brave. He dared to run into the cemetery in the dark. If it were anyone else, they would have been scared to death if they encountered such a thing.

There are quite a lot of stars swaying in the woods.

Chen Yang's face looked a little unhappy.

Some time ago, he caught the white mink. Could these weasels be here to avenge the mink?

Are all these things in the mountains so vengeful?
I remember that day when I met the white mink in Mixian Gou, it was fighting a pack of weasels. Later, the white mink must have conquered the weasels and became their king.

But Chen Yang caught the white mink. Shouldn't these weasels be very happy?
I think I have done you a favor. It would be fine if these beasts didn't repay you, but now they come to seek revenge?
Without saying a word, Chen Yang picked up the butcher knife and walked towards the Bamboo Forest.

Next to the old house is a small path leading up the mountain. After walking up a few dozen meters, you will arrive at the Bamboo Forest.

The moon is still bright tonight, and there are few stars in the clear night sky.

At this time, the forest was dark. Looking down, I could see the roof of the old house and the lights were still on in the yard.

Huang Can followed Chen Yang closely, feeling an inexplicable sense of security.

He took out his cell phone and wanted to start broadcasting, but was stopped by Chen Yang.

Some things are definitely not convenient to broadcast.

Although it was dark in the forest, Chen Yang turned on the radar detection and could see everything within a radius of ten meters clearly.

A group of weasels stood on the embankment beside the bamboo forest, staring at Chen Yang in a daze.

Those eyes, emitting a faint blue light, made people feel creepy.

"Hey!"

Chen Yang suddenly shouted.

The weasel was obviously frightened and immediately turned around and fled into the bamboo forest.

But they didn't run far. They stopped after running about ten meters. Seeing that Chen Yang didn't get closer, they seemed to become bolder.

One after another, they walked towards the bamboo forest.

"This is weird, why are there so many yellow-skinned people?"

Huang Can stood behind Chen Yang. He shone the light of his cell phone on him and still felt a little scared.

In folk legends, weasels are the symbol of evil. When villagers encounter them, they try to avoid them as much as possible.

Now so many of them suddenly appeared, and in a cemetery. The environment alone is scary enough.

"Could it be that you caught the white mink last time?"

Huang Can suddenly thought of the key to the problem, "Could it be that he is here to seek revenge on you?"

The group of weasels seemed not to be afraid of humans at all. They still gathered in the woods and refused to leave.

There are a lot of them, about thirty or forty.

Those who had just been scared away by Chen Yang ran back and gathered on the embankment again.

Without saying a word, Chen Yang pulled the butcher knife out of the scabbard with a choke sound.

Under the moonlight, the silver blade flashed a cold light.

These small animals in the mountains and forests are very sensitive to the evil energy on the knife.

They were startled again and hid in the bamboo forest.

However, they still did not disperse.

Chen Yang felt something was wrong and immediately walked into the woods with a knife in hand.

"Squeak..."

The group of weasels made squeaking sounds and quickly formed a circle, surrounding Chen Yang in the middle.

Chen Yang frowned slightly.

Just when he was about to start a killing spree.

However, this group of weasels actually stood up one after another, then knelt on the ground, raised their front legs high, and bowed to Chen Yang.

That’s right, bow.

Dozens of weasels knelt in a circle around Chen Yang and kept bowing to him.

Chen Yang was confused.

Huang Can, who didn't dare to come in from outside the woods, was also stunned when he saw this scene.

"Are these beasts asking for titles?"

Huang Can said this suddenly.

Ask for seal?

Chen Yang was stunned.

There is a saying that some animals in the mountains have awakened their spiritual perceptions and have achieved success in cultivation. In order to become successful, some of them will take shortcuts and go down the mountain to save humans.

The human calamity is the so-called asking for a seal, looking for a human being with a good fortune and good karma to get his seal.

What is Fengzheng?

In fact, it is almost the same as canonization, which is the recognition of it by human beings and the recognition of its creation.

When asking for a title, it will bow not far from you. People who understand it will give it a title. If you say it looks like a human, it will cultivate into a human; if you say it looks like a god, it will cultivate into a god; if you say it is nothing, it will go back to cultivate again.

Although I don't know the principle behind it, I still feel it's powerful.

Of course, in fact, to say that it is a god does not mean it is a Golden Immortal. It just achieved success in its cultivation and its efforts have not been in vain, and it has reached a higher level.

There are many versions of folk legends, including stories about foxes, dragons, and so on, asking for titles. Among them, the story of a weasel asking for a title is probably the most popular.

"No way, is this really happening?"

Chen Yang frowned slightly.

Before this, he just regarded these things as legends.

"Squeak..."

Low cries came one after another, and the weasels surrounded Chen Yang and bowed to him continuously.

For a moment, Chen Yang was a little at a loss.

How could there be so many weasels asking for a title together?

"Chen Yang, think carefully before you make random appointments. I heard from our village's Huang Daogong that if you say that this thing is nothing and ruin its spiritual power, it will definitely bear a grudge and will find a way to retaliate against you. But if you make them immortals, their spiritual power will be improved, but your fortune will be damaged. You may be unlucky for the rest of your life..."

Huang Can stood far away. This scene was so weird that it made him feel creepy.

He had a very serious expression on his face. There were some things that he originally didn't believe, but when he really encountered them, he had no choice but to believe them.

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight…

After a rough count, there were at least thirty weasels surrounding Chen Yang.

So many weasels, asking for a title together?
Can it be sealed?
If the legend is true, keeping these things secret will hurt your fortune. If you keep them secret one by one, how much fortune will be hurt?
When ordinary people encounter such a thing, they can either consider themselves unlucky and try to avoid disaster, or wait for the weasel's revenge.

However, Chen Yang is not an ordinary person.

He has a third option.

Just kill them all.

Kill them all and you won't have to worry about retaliation.

Chen Yang pinched the handle of the butcher knife, and the blade seemed to make a clear sound, already feeling a little hungry and thirsty.

"Squeak..."

At this time, a slightly larger weasel walked up in small steps, stretched out its two paws, and gently tugged at Chen Yang's trouser leg.

A fierce light flashed in Chen Yang's eyes.

The weasel looked up at him, a hint of pleading in its tiny eyes.

Unfortunately, Chen Yang couldn't understand what they were trying to say at all.

At this time, the weasel pulled Chen Yang's trouser leg and wanted to walk into the bamboo forest.

It seems like it wants to ask me something.

Chen Yang was a little stunned. After hesitating for a moment, he immediately took a step forward and walked in the direction pointed by the weasel.

"Chen Yang!"

Huang Can shouted outside the woods but never dared to take a step into the woods.

The pack of weasels made way for him and followed Chen Yang.

This bamboo forest is very large, and the ground is covered with dry bamboo leaves and bamboo shoots.

You can see many grave mounds in the woods. These grave mounds are obviously quite old, and some have even been broken, which is somewhat creepy.

This used to be a cemetery in the village, but that was many years ago and it is no longer used.

Most of them are ownerless graves without even a tombstone.

The woods were pitch black, with only the occasional chirping of insects making the place unusually quiet.

Chen Yang was using the radar to detect things, so he didn't need any lights, as he could see everything around him clearly.

After walking fifty or sixty meters inside, the group of weasels stopped.

"Squeak!"

Several of the weasels ran towards a deserted grave in front.

They moved so quickly that they disappeared in a flash.

Chen Yang walked over.

There is no tombstone on this grave, but there are some stones of different sizes piled around it, with a mound of earth in the middle, covered with thatch.

Part of the left side of the tomb has collapsed, and the radar can detect an exposed hole.

Those weasels ran in through this hole.

Chen Yang was about to use radar to detect the situation inside.

"Squeak..."

A panicked cry came from the cave entrance, and then a group of small heads were seen running out of the cave quickly.

(End of this chapter)