Grave robbing is a forced and helpless process. No one is born with the intention of tampering with the dead person's wealth. No one is born with the intention of being an Onmyoji. No one is born with the courage to dig into the coffin. The dead are awe-inspiring. When life is destroyed by reality, when faith is interrupted by deception, when despair and helplessness hit you in the head, all awe will become empty talk. Touch the box, open the lid, light incense in the south and candles in the north, hang sausages in the east, hang charts in the west, turn back the rice dumplings and block them with fists, and white clothes float across the road to immortality... "If hell is not empty, you will never become a Buddha. If you are not crazy in life, how can you surpass the holy Buddha!"
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
