Dressed as Tang Monk, I was tied up in a demon cave when I opened my eyes, with the fangs of the tiger demon pressed against my face. The first thing I said when I opened my mouth was: "Donor, would you like to apply for a card?"... Amitabha, it was all right. In fact, I opened a Tianji platform: checking shady stories, promoting fortune, and providing ways to survive. I only accept merit and do not give credit. Since then, the style of the Three Realms has changed: gods are renewing their accounts while scolding them, monsters line up to beg me to catch them, and the heavenly public funds account is frozen by our store's risk control. I will follow the eighty-one difficulties, but every difficulty is a grave I dig for heaven. The road will eventually come to an end - before that day, I will make it so big that you can't afford to liquidate it.
