The Golden Phoenix Flying Out of the Ruined Temple

When I was born, my grandfather looked disappointed and said to my mother who was bleeding profusely: "It's just another girl's picture. Throw it away! We'll have another one next year." My parents refused. Before the confinement was over, my grandfather asked my uncle to take my mother back to her parents' home. My aunt thought my mother and I were unlucky, and my uncle squatted in the corner, smoking a pipe and sighing. The next day, my dad took my mom and me to the ruined temple at the west end of the village, carrying two changes of clothes and five pounds of millet. Everyone in the village said it was haunted and I would definitely not survive for a few days. But 30 years later, they said that I was the disciple chosen by Lord Yao.