I Am Short of Gold in My Life and Can Only Survive Through Cultivation.

My name is Qin west. I died and became a ghost. That's right, the way to die was to be shattered into pieces. Then in a very cliché way, I traveled through time to a place called the Cloud Realm, but I was still a ghost... I was a poor ghost before my death, and I will still be a poor and weak ghost after my death. Even the ghosts can come up and step on me a few times. I had no choice but to hide in a temple. The earthly immortal in the small temple saw that I was pitiful and threw me a secret book of ghost cultivation. I stared wide-eyed and thought to myself: I, Qin Daxi, have become crazy. Could this be my grandpa Golden Finger...