The Art of Zhoutian

People who tell fortunes make a lot of money every day, but when I tell fortunes, I am chased and kicked out by the urban management. They consider it trivial, but I consider it a taboo of life and death. Others seek wealth, but I seek survival. Before he died, my grandfather said, I can't escape my destiny of being a fortune teller. I don't have enough merit to suppress my evil nature. I'm afraid... Before the words were finished, the person was gone. I thought that by slowly saving up, I would calculate it for the living, and nothing big would happen. As a result, bad luck just comes without consulting you. That day, an old man wearing a gilt black vest sat down on the steps, looked at me for a while, and asked: "Little sir, please do the math, when will I become Yama?"