I Use Divine Patterns to Suppress Hundreds of Ghosts

The night I was born, the sky was in chaos and strange signs occurred frequently. It was not that a fox fairy came to our door, but that the wind and thunder shook the sky above my ancestral home all night long. In the clouds, the phantom of the palace rose and fell, and the collision of golden armors intertwined with the roars of gods and demons. Night birds within a hundred miles radius were so frightened that they did not dare to return to their nests, and domestic animals knelt down and wailed. The grandma who delivered the baby said with lingering fear afterwards that I didn't cry when I landed, but a gentle golden light overflowed from my body. She could clearly see that under the skin of my back, there seemed to be a miniature "heaven" slowly flowing; in the palm of my left hand, a cinnabar-colored line of glaring gods and figures wandered like a living creature; in the palm of my right hand, there was a pattern of a tightly closed vertical eye, trembling occasionally, as if it would open at any time to see through all the illusions in this world.