Take a bowl, fill it with soil, and count to five—one, two, three, four, five.
Plant a toad and it turns into a train; plant a soybean and it becomes a tiger.
Grow a master's skill, and you'll live a life of bliss, free from all strife.
In this world of a thousand lives, three hundred and sixty paths unfold,
But on these grand roads, who holds the power, whose story will be told?
That carpenter, what skill he has! With a snap of his ink-line, he divides yin and yang; with mortise and tenon, he locks down the eight wildernesses.
This blacksmith, what methods he employs! His furnace rings through heaven and earth; a thousand strikes of his hammer can shatter dawn and dusk.
Then there's the tailor, with ambition vast. With a thread, he cuts the shape of the world; with a single stitch, he connects the four corners of the earth.
And the chef, with a heart so fierce. His iron stove is an inferno to boil the mortal world; his blade summons thunder as he uses bones for his firewood.
The State of Myriad Lives: a thousand faces, a million changes.
Zhang Laifu stood amidst the sea of people, grinned triumphantly, and declared, "Come on! Follow me, and you'll live the good life!"