Hermit in the Mountains

After Yang Dashan finished speaking, seeing Gu Changsheng deep in thought, he suddenly asked, "Brother Gu, you're not thinking of buying that cow, are you?"

His son, Yang Xiaoshan, had his ears activated and looked up in surprise, asking, "Uncle Gu, you want to buy cattle?"

Yang Xiaoshan had heard that a strange man had come up the mountain and hadn't come down for more than three months after building a wooden house there. He had been nagging his father for days before his father finally agreed to let him come up the mountain with him today.

Upon meeting Gu Changsheng, he found that the other party was no different from ordinary people. The only strange thing was that the other party was barefoot in the dead of winter.

Gu Changsheng told the two his idea, "I have this idea. I plan to cultivate all the remaining mountain land to grow medicinal herbs. Having oxen to help plow the land will make it more efficient."

"Having an ox can also help carry heavier things, which is a win-win situation."

Yang Dashan tried to persuade him, saying, "Buying a strong, young water buffalo is better than selling that old one."

"A healthy young water buffalo costs only around 10,000 yuan. Why spend 100,000 yuan to buy an old water buffalo that is not very old and may die of old age at any time?"

"If Brother Gu wants to buy oxen to plow the land, there are some in the village."

Gu Changsheng smiled and thanked him, "Thank you for thinking of me, Brother Yang. I don't necessarily have to buy that cow."

"It still depends on whether that cow is destined for me." He said, glancing at the big yellow cow in Yang Xiaoshan's arms on his left. "Just like the big yellow cow, I felt at first sight that it was destined for me, which is why I bought it from you."

Gu Changsheng wasn't making things up. He bought Dahuang because he saw its abundant spirituality. It was more friendly and spiritual than other puppies, and it seemed to be able to sense his Yin spirit's gaze.

This is one of the reasons why Dahuang is getting smarter and stronger.

The big yellow dog could only passively absorb negligible spiritual energy, but it still displayed an extraordinary side.

As it turned out, he was right. The "Dao Seed" within his body was autonomously absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and every time he held Big Yellow, it would passively absorb the spiritual energy.

Yang Dashan wasn't particularly curious or puzzled by such mysterious words; he often heard similar cryptic pronouncements.

Gu Changsheng is an adult with his own thoughts and judgments, so Yang Dashan only cares about him and won't interfere.

Intrigued, Gu Changsheng acted immediately, asking, "Brother Yang, is that cow still in town?"

Seeing Gu Changsheng's enthusiastic expression, Yang Dashan didn't give an answer. "Brother Gu, I'll ask him for you."

Gu Changsheng nodded.

Everyone in the town knows each other, and it's not very big, just one street.

Yang Dashan took out his cell phone from the inside pocket of his cotton coat and made a call to a friend in town. A few minutes later, after hanging up, he gave a clear answer: "The two people who bought the cattle are still in town. They said they wouldn't leave until six o'clock."

Gu Changsheng immediately made a decision, "Brother Yang, do you have time? Take me to town to see the cattle."

Seeing that Gu Changsheng remained so decisive, Yang Dashan did not try to persuade him and nodded.

A few minutes later, the three people left the cabin.

A hat completely covered Gu Changsheng's hair, and he was wearing a cotton-padded coat and long cotton-padded trousers that covered his feet.

He was wearing sandals, which was his maximum limit. If he wore socks or cloth shoes, his feet would feel suffocated and extremely uncomfortable.

Wearing sandals can also cause a feeling of suffocation, but it's not too severe, and wearing them for a few hours occasionally isn't a problem.

After the second "withering and flourishing transformation", he liked going barefoot more and more. There was an inexplicable sense of security in stepping on the ground, as if he should be rooted to the earth.

Along the way, Gu Changsheng observed his surroundings and sensed the concentration of spiritual energy.

The three of them went straight to the town without stopping in the village. Gu Changsheng sensed that the concentration of spiritual energy around him was the same as when he entered the mountain more than three months ago.

Even where people gather, there is still no spiritual energy; the more people there are, the thinner the spiritual energy becomes.

Gu Changsheng sat in the Wuling van, chatting with Yang Dashan and his son from time to time, while his hands were busy working.

No one would believe it if I told them that he, a respectable cultivator, was taking out online loans on the Ant Financial platform.

If fellow practitioners knew about this, they would probably be ridiculed.

For the past four months, he has been busy creating and practicing cultivation techniques. Before he could even start his money-making plan, he encountered a situation where he might need money.

His savings were all spent on renting land and building houses, and he currently has less than 30,000 yuan in savings.

Just in case, and to avoid making a fool of himself later, he had no choice but to take out online loans in advance to prepare the money.

My Ant Credit Points, accumulated over 30 years, finally came in handy, granting me a loan of 13 yuan.

Within ten minutes of submitting the application for review, the 13 yuan had arrived in my account. (The plot is being sped up.)

With the money in hand, the three arrived in town, and the van was parked not far from where the cattle were being sold.

After parking the car, Yang Dashan raised his hand and pointed ahead through the windshield, "That's where they sell cattle, where people are gathered around."

Gu Changsheng and the other two got out of the car and walked over, standing outside the crowd.

Gu Changsheng tucked his hands into his sleeves, his gaze sweeping past the middle-aged man telling a story, and landing on the water buffalo lying next to the old man behind him.

His Yin spirit is gone, but his perception remains. Moreover, he has developed "divine sense power" by embarking on the path of cultivation, making him able to see changes in spiritual energy even more clearly.

In his perception, the spiritual energy faded by one-tenth after passing through the water buffalo's body.

The missing ten percent of spiritual energy must have been absorbed by the water buffalo.

Under his divine sense scan, the water buffalo's life force did not appear to indicate that it was about to die.

He specializes in the "Way of Withering and Flourishing," and is exceptionally sensitive to "decay" and "vitality."

The ability to absorb spiritual energy signifies aptitude for cultivation, and Gu Changsheng wouldn't miss that opportunity.

He withdrew his divine sense and heard the whispers of the onlookers.

"The boss from the provincial capital gave me 50,000 yesterday, and today he raised it to 70,000."

"Old Che's son is not backing down at all, sticking to his guns on 100,000."

"Do you think the whole family is working together to tell a story and sell a dying cow for a good price?"

"Who knows? That cow looks energetic; maybe it's been given drugs."

The beer-bellied shopkeeper, who was haggling over the price, heard what the people around him were saying. His expression changed, and after thinking for a moment, he glanced at Old Niu behind him and sighed.

"Ugh!"

He originally bought the cow to gain a good reputation, and if the old cow really had "miraculous" qualities, then he would have made a profit. Now, thinking about it, what the people around him said didn't make no mistake.

If the other party really set up a trap, and he spent tens of thousands of yuan to buy the cow, it wouldn't be a good reputation but a black mark on his record, and he would become the talk of the town in the industry.

"Young man, 100,000 is too expensive. I'll think about it some more." With that, the beer-bellied boss took the wallet from under his arm with his right hand and turned to leave.

The old man sitting next to the ox stubbed out his cigarette by sticking the butt in the ground, slowly stood up, and, with his back hunched, spoke to his son, "Son, sell it for 70,000."

After the old man finished speaking, he seemed to have aged a year.

When Che Bing heard his father's words, he choked up. The reason he kept insisting on the 100,000 was that he didn't want to sell his father's old partner.

He could borrow money from relatives and friends to pay for his mother's medical expenses, but his father didn't want him to ask for favors or owe anyone any debts, so he insisted on selling the family's old ox.

The old ox in our family started turning bluish-green on its skin a month ago, but its energy level improved. A few days ago, my mother was hospitalized, and my father wanted to sell it.

The chariot soldier could only package the old ox as a "wise ox" and raise the price to leave his father with a thought: if someone offered a high price to buy it, he would accept it.