The Road to Cultivating Immortality Is Long, Dead Taoist Friends Will Not Die but Poor Taoists

I was born on the day of the Jingzhe. According to my grandfather, on the day I was born, I happened to meet a Yin-Yang man at the entrance of the village to pay his respects to the deceased. My mother's painful screams were heard in the room, accompanied by Mr. Yin-Yang's sharp shouts: "Yin people use the road, and Yang people avoid it. If you don't avoid it, you can take care of yourself." Strangely enough, just as Mr. Yin Yang was approaching the door of my house carrying the soul-calling pan and scattering paper money, my mother's most miserable scream came from the room, followed closely by my cry. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.