The Taoist Street Kid Was Forced to Save the World

My master said that he picked me up from the pool of merit and I brought with me bad luck. The kitchen was blown up when I was seven, the manholes were flooded when I was eight, and all the dogs within a ten-mile radius of the Taoist temple would avoid me when they saw me. Ten years later, I will perform kneading with my left hand and string strings with my right hand. In the city center where hundreds of ghosts roam at night, I will still be a wanderer on the streets. But? The courier from the underworld handed me a stack of debt notes: "Your master slayed demons during his lifetime... He owed us one billion... The payment was yours for the fifteenth year."