I Relied on My Grandfather to Become an Onmyoji.

The year I was born, the ground was bare for thousands of miles, the scorching sun caused ferocious cracks on the riverbed, and the crops curled up into withered black corpses in the scorched earth. The villagers shyly called me the "disaster", and even crying as an infant was considered an ominous sign. Fortunately, my grandfather was a highly respected Feng Shui master from all over the country. He burned incense for divination, drew talismans on yellow paper with cinnabar to ward off evil spirits, and walked around the fields with a peach wood staff to quell rumors with Xuanmen secrets. Since then, although I have struggled to gain a foothold with the brand of "disaster star", my fate has long been destined - my birthmark is shaped like a pair of yin and yang fishes, and when I was born, the sandalwood in the room turned into blue and white air and wrapped around the beams and pillars. Grandpa stroked my eyebrows and sighed softly: "This boy is destined to eat the food of both worlds of yin and yang, walk the path of the underworld in the world, and become Mr. Yin and Yang, a psychic who can kill people." This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.