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lit. walk on the Yin road, go through the Yang gate (idiom); fig. to live in harmony
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On July 7, the day of the Mid-Year Festival, when torrential rain poured down and the door to the ghosts opened wide, my mom crawled out of her own grave and gave birth to me. Densely packed with five poisons, like a tidal wave climbing on my body. This is a child's life, with four sacred beasts guarding me, turned into a heavenly fate. Grandpa said that I had to go through four deaths in one go, and each time was extremely dangerous. But when the first death calamity came, the one who died was my father ......