After My Death, My Enemies Buried Me in a Gravesite of Misfortune and Ruin

I was live-streaming a fortune telling session when I connected with a wildly popular online Taoist priest. The moment my face appeared on screen, he frowned: "Living prostitute! In your past life, you were buried in a 'Three Decays and Seven Defeats' grave by a vicious enemy. For the next ten lifetimes, you're destined to be plagued by bad luck, each more miserable than the last. You'll live either as a slave to the underworld or as a prostitute!" I spat a mouthful of iced tea onto the screen, practically dying of laughter: "What the hell? Taoist priest, did you forget your meds? If you didn't, take some!" He then calculated with his fingers, his gaze fixed on me: "Your stinking skin from your previous life has already been made into lanterns, specifically to attract underworld clients... Those underworld..."