The Mad Demon of Myriad Lives

Take a bowl, fill it with soil, count off one, two, three, four, five.

Plant a toad and grow a train; plant a soybean and grow a tiger.

Grow yourself a fine craft, and live a life of comfort, free from hardship.

Of the myriad trades, who rules the roads they lead down?

That carpenter has a master's touch: a flick of his inked string divides yin from yang, and interlocking joints hold the eight directions fast.

That blacksmith has tricks of his own: one furnace of iron and fire rings through heaven and earth; a thousand hammer blows split dawn from dusk.

Then there's the tailor with grand ambitions: a thread catches the returning wind to cut the world into shape, while a single stitch binds the four corners of the earth.

And the cook has a ruthless heart: his iron stove burns like hell to boil the mortal world, his blade summons wind and thunder, and bones feed the fire.

In Myriad Lives Prefecture, every person wears a different face, and every life takes a different form.

Standing amid the crowd, Zhang Laifu grinned with pride. "Come on! Follow me, and we'll live the good life!"