Zombies are born from the resentment of Heaven and Earth. They do not age, die, or perish. They feed on blood beneath Heaven and Earth, venting their endless loneliness, and are thus cast beyond the six paths of reincarnation.
Half a bowl of clear water reflects the world; a single talisman commands ghosts and gods.
Feet follow the Eight Trigrams of yin and yang; a wooden sword in hand, he slays demons and spirits.
He sheds tears and pours wine upon the land of heroes; the Tao endures between Heaven, Earth, and humankind.
Red cords and glutinous rice remain to this day, but Lam Ching-ying is no more.
