With the Underworld Behind Me, Why Would I Still Be a Barber?

I'm a country barber. One stormy night, a man in a sharp suit showed up and said he could get me a permanent post in the underworld.

From then on, I snipped away people's troubles by day and guided lost souls by night.

Black and White Impermanence call me brother, and Judge Lu Zhidao treats me like an old friend.

With a pair of scissors, I sever lingering attachments; with my yin body, I pass freely between yin and yang.

With the entire underworld backing me, who'd want to stay an ordinary barber?