My Destiny Is All Yin, Even Ghosts Are Afraid of Me Practicing Taoism

On July 15th, when the gate of hell opened, I was born. The four pillars were all yin, and my destiny was like a leak. My grandmother called out my soul three times for me to prevent me from turning into a ghost. My father pressed a butcher's knife under the pillow. The blade of the knife faces outward, blocking the ghosts outside; pressing it under the pillow, locks my own soul. When I was three years old, the drowned ghost knelt at the end of the bed and asked to borrow my body; when I was seven years old, it dragged me into the ditch; when I was twelve years old, the old coffin in which my great-grandfather wrote my name cracked. Later, an old Taoist priest came to the door and said: "I will repay whatever the Zhou family owes me; I will also repay what I owe the Zhou family. From today on, you will follow me up the mountain." Six years later, I'm back. There is a black paper man stuck at the door of the house. Head in, feet out. It knows when I will come back. It's waiting for me.