May All Gods of Wealth Bless My Martial Arts to Prosper.

In front of the Temple of Wealth, a man with a dark face and a thick beard pulled Wen Changqing and whispered: "I have a path in Taishan. The risk is a bit high, but the profit is very high. It is said that wealth can be gained through risk. If you have the guts, let's do it together, seven of you and three of us!" So Wen Changqing stepped into the world of martial arts. In the last years of the dynasty, people's hearts were full of ghosts, demons and monsters, and evil spirits were running rampant, causing trouble in the world. The court is full of corruption and exploitation, the martial arts sect is superior, and the wealthy and aristocratic families regard human life as nothing but a piece of grass. Gods of wealth, please bless my martial arts to prosper and kill him cleanly and innocently!