Folk Customs: a Dark Hall at the Beginning

Serious disciples offer beard, yellow and white willow ashes, and seek to accumulate virtue, do good deeds, and achieve positive results. As for me, Chen Jiu, I was born with the fate of being extinct. I can overcome relatives, friends, ghosts and gods. All the righteous immortals have to take a detour when they see me. In order to survive, I was forced to write down a bill written in blood on black paper. When others make offerings to immortals, they are asking gods to do things; When I offer sacrifices to immortals, I draw the earth as a prison. No one in my family is a good person: There is the ancestor of the Huang family who has eaten a banquet of a hundred people and been hunted by the righteous for hundreds of years; There is a crazy dragon whose brains were shattered by thunder and unable to distinguish between friend and foe; There is also the King of Blood Sorrow, who was one of the top ten torturers in the Qing Dynasty and was extremely violent... They are greedy, violent, and cunning, and they are always staring at my body, trying to seize it for rebirth. They and I are not masters and disciples, we are jailers and prisoners, hosts and parasites. We are playing on the edge of a knife and surviving in the gap between yin and yang. "I will save those who cannot be saved by the righteous way; I will kill those ghosts that the righteous way dare not kill!" When darkness falls and everything collapses. I walked out of the mountains with a hall full of evil spirits, and grinned at this hypocritical world: "Everyone, it's up to us, these scourges, to save the world."