My name is Lin Yan, and I have all Yin characters in my horoscope. On the night I was born, hundreds of ghosts cried at my door. Grandpa wrapped the delivery room with ink thread, and painted runes on the threshold with cinnabar mixed with black dog blood, and he barely managed to save my breath. The next day he was sent to a Taoist temple and became the only lay disciple. In the past twenty years, I have not lost any of my Feng Shui secrets, Taoist charms, and boxing skills. The master said that I am a natural judge of yin and yang.
The night before going down the mountain, he handed me an ancient bronze mirror. The back of the mirror was engraved with Taoist runes and the word "reincarnation". "This mirror can lead to the underworld. If you encounter something causing trouble, you don't have to show mercy."
I thought that going to college would be a different place to practice and experience life, but as soon as I entered the dormitory, I saw a hanged man swinging on a clothesline, nails wrapped in braised pork in the back kitchen of the cafeteria, and the school belle would crawl into the boys' beds in the middle of the night - but there was no trace of her.
The ink rope tied up a hundred-year-old zombie, the peach wood sword cut down the charming demon fox, and the talisman written with the cinnabar pen can calm the evil ghost who jumped from the building. Don't ask me why I always encounter these things, the master said, I am a living Bodhisattva who is full of negative things wherever I go.
