After the Investiture of the Gods, Zhao Gongming, who held power over wealth, unexpectedly obtained a money tree and grasped the path to sainthood through the principle that “money can move the gods.” He secluded himself in a primordial secret realm for billions of years. When he opened his eyes again, the world had entered the Age of Declining Dharma: skyscrapers filled the skyline, spiritual energy had dried up, and the divine might of old had all but vanished. Only his money tree and divine powers remained.
Modern people yearned for wealth even more fervently than the ancients, yet hid their faith in their phones and tucked it into their bank cards. Watching ordinary people struggling to make ends meet get pushed around by bank regulations, Zhao Gongming suddenly smiled.
“If there’s no spiritual energy, then money will be the meridians. If there’s no incense, then wealth energy will be the foundation.”
Using the “Contract System” derived from his money tree, he opened a bank: Gongming Bank.
No collateral? No problem. Just sign a “Future Labor Contract.” Can’t repay when it’s due? The System will automatically deduct your wages and Huabei payments. Even the loose change in your pockets won’t escape.
Want to know where the money came from? No need. As long as it’s clean, depositing it here will bring you a little “God of Wealth’s fortune.”
Poor service? Impossible. Every teller is an honest person “inspired by his wealth energy,” and they’ll look after you more attentively than your own mother.
Other people opened banks to make money. Zhao Gongming opened his to cultivate: every small business enabled by a loan and every big dream supported by a deposit helped him build his cultivation in the “Way of Money.” Wealth energy and the incense of faith transformed into each other, while contracts laid bare the good and evil in people’s hearts. Even the giants of capital had to show him respect.
But no one knew that this mysterious bank president, who made his rounds at ATMs every night at dawn, was following the flow of wealth through the mortal world, step by step striving to claim the only sage’s seat in the Age of Declining Dharma.
“Money isn’t the goal. It’s about making every worker stand tall”
