Spiritual Veins and Stars, the Secret of Cultivating the Truth in the End of the Dharma

A strange thing happened to Zhou Meng. Every day he dreamed of going to a star to mine. He was exhausted physically and mentally and was unemployed for three months. His landlord called the police and took him to the police station. "You're saying that the reason you're behind on your rent is that you work as a miner in another world at night? You're too tired to work during the day?" "Yes." "You still use different identities every few days. You are really whimsical." The policemen looked at each other and smiled helplessly. "Young people, stop playing with your mobile phones and work hard. The future will be bright." "How can the future of cattle and horses be bright? It's not as good as making more money by mining and bringing them back."