I Opened an Inn in the Mortal World

To the southeast, there’s a shady inn. The owner, Li Dao, swung his hoe a couple of times in front of the door, planted a few saplings, and declared to passersby: “This mountain is mine to claim, these trees are mine to grow. If you wish to pass through here, leave your toll below!” This inn is utterly domineering. The owner has made it clear—even if a wild goose flies overhead, it must leave behind a feather. But executing this plan wasn’t as simple as imagined. The first passerby? A beggar. After much arguing from the staff, they managed to fish out a single copper coin from his broken bowl…