Long Life with Dry Veins

"Asking for immortality, one must be pure in heart and have few desires, and obey the weather." Shen Qinghe looked at the blackened account book in his hand and spat: "Don't talk nonsense. Cultivation of immortality is a large-scale infrastructure project. Heaven is the party, the gods and Buddhas are the bad guys, and I am just a contractor who wants to get back the project money." This is a world where life and violence are intertwined. Immortality is no longer a gift, but a never-ending curse cage. Want to survive? Shen Qinghe picked up the hammer and formation pattern: "Fellow Taoists, a gentleman has no regard for his heart when it comes to deeds. Today, you have to cultivate the earth's veins even if you don't cultivate them. As for those gods and Buddhas in the sky who owe the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and will not pay back..." "Sorry, I have to settle the account physically." - Extremely rational and black humor. This book tells the hard-core story of how a modern man with a project management mindset "saved" gods and Buddhas all over the sky by digging for earth veins in the world of cannibalistic immortality.