I was sentenced to stillbirth the year I was born, and my biological father gave me to the richest man in the provincial capital as an adopted son.
For eighteen years I have been fasting and chanting Buddha's name, and the richest man has treated me as if he were his own son. I think this is a great gift.
Until my eighteenth birthday, my adoptive father skinned me and removed my bones, hoping to lend my pure Yang destiny to resurrect his own grandson who had died young!
I died in pain on the altar, but unexpectedly awakened the blood of the "yin and yang" in my body.
Lend me your life? I lifted up your ancestral grave!
If you don't light up the living people with paper sticks, I will use your whole family's muscles and bones to light up sky lanterns!
