How Did I Become a Taoist?

Lin Mo clutched the wrinkled gastric cancer diagnosis certificate. The cramping pain in his stomach and the three and a half yuan left in his pocket were colder than the winter night outside the window. The fists of the bully, the meanness of the boss, and the aunt's words, "Why don't an accident happen and I compensate your cousin?" Pierced his heart like needles - everyone was waiting for him, a "dying weed", to squeeze out the last bit of value. No one knew that in the early morning when he was about to die, his consciousness suddenly fell into a fantasy world. It's not a dream. As long as you breathe your last breath in another world, you can return to reality with the memories and gains from the other world. He picked up the "muscle-generating flower" that can turn rotten flesh into new muscles in the pile of corpses, secretly learned the "Qing Ming Jue" that gathers energy to exorcise evil spirits in the ruins of the ancient temple, and even fought with the fox-faced demon until the morning light broke through the fog in exchange for a life-extending pill. When he opened his eyes again, the musty smell in the rental house was still there, but a weak but warm breath could already gather in his palms, and the severe pain in his stomach had disappeared. The former "sick man" secretly hid his abilities that others could not understand. "You damn poor guy, your salary has been deducted, do you want me to love you?" - As soon as the restaurant owner finished speaking, the kitchen knife suddenly stood up on its own, and a cold light hit his throat, scaring him so much that he handed over double his salary on the spot; "Lin Mo, if you don't hand over 50 yuan in protection money today, don't even think about leaving!" - A little bully blocked the entrance to his alley. Suddenly a cold wind blew, and a ferocious ghost appeared on the alley wall. From then on, he would walk around whenever he saw him; "Mo Mo, your cousin wants to learn 'skills' from you, and the uncle brought you good wine!" - The uncle who originally expected him to die is now bending down to hand out cigarettes, with a smile that is more fake than flattery.