The Poor Monk and His Gold-Eating Rat

Tags: mortal flow/brain hole/relaxation/casual practice/IQ online/spiritual beast Chen Qing, fourth level of Qi refining, middle-grade spiritual root. He only had three belongings: an old sword with a chip, a plain cloud robe that had been washed white, and a gray mouse. The man in black killed his adoptive father. He didn't even dare to collect the body and fled into Sanxiufang City overnight. There are only forty spiritual stones left in his pocket, the rent is eight yuan a month, and one talisman is worth three. Others practice immortality by defying nature and changing their fate, but he lives his life by calculating carefully. Poor, really poor. But he has a secret - the mouse in his arms can only chew spiritual stones. His nose is sharper than that of a dog, and he specializes in finding valuable things. Others relied on luck to find the magic medicine, but he relied on mice to lead the way. When others were fighting for magic weapons, his rat would destroy the other's magic weapon in one bite. Many years later, when the casual cultivators in Broken Star Sea mentioned him, they would all respectfully address him as "Mr. Qing". Don't rely on combat power, rely on rats. ——No, it depends on your brain.