A poor Taoist and his gold-swallowing divine beast roam the cultivation world. They’re either making money or on their way to make money.
Exorcising demons, vanquishing evil, praying for divine guidance, and telling fortunes? He can’t do any of that!
Someone asks, “You’re a Taoist. Why aren’t you devoting yourself to the Way? Why are you so obsessed with money?”
Li Mu says nothing. Try raising a gold-swallowing beast yourself!
Someone else asks, “How far have you gotten in your cultivation?”
Li Mu glances at Pochai beside him, belching with a belly three times its former size, and falls silent for a moment.
“Far enough that I still don’t know where my next meal is coming from.”
