I Only Want to Lie Flat But Am Forced to Cultivate Immortality

The hall would disperse without incense, Gu Zi Xu managed the hall for years, painstakingly accumulating followers, only to lose it all due to the relief grain incident.

To say there’s no resentment in its heart is impossible. Since you accused me of stealing state grain, if I don’t steal, wouldn’t I be bearing this accusation for nothing?

So, not only will I steal, but I’ll do something big!

Gu Zi Xu spent nearly a year, stubbornly digging a rat dwelling beneath the solid foundation of the grain storage warehouse, and constructed an underground granary behind it.

Xu Qing listened and couldn’t help but click his tongue.

This rat has a small mind, but what it’s doing is quite big.

But it still thought too simply; this granary was monitored by the Celestial Master’s Mansion. Gu Zi Xu had just begun stealing grain. If it were a month or two, not only if a half of the grain went missing, even if only a tenth did, the grain official would invite experts from the Celestial Master’s Mansion to intervene.

When the time comes, they’ll dig up your rat dwelling bottom-up, fearing they won’t retrieve the stolen grain from you?

Gu Zi Xu’s whiskers trembled: "Dig three feet deep? Constructing this warehouse was time-consuming and labor-intensive. I’m just stealing some grain. Could they dismantle the whole warehouse?"

Xu Qing looked at this simple-minded and fallen immortal, sneering: "Managing rat infestations, constructing warehouses, this might not be a bad thing for the officials. Dismantling and rebuilding would bring in a big sum of money; certain people might even wish for you to cause bigger disturbances, so whether new accounts, old accounts, or fabricated accounts, they can all be blamed on you!"