Zhai Zhu

My grandfather is very eccentric, performing daily rituals of offering incense to himself, standing in front of his own spirit tablet and eating candles.
Villagers are fearful of my grandfather.
I am fearful of him too.
Later, I discovered that what they were afraid of was not my grandfather, but me.
Even grandfather is afraid of me.
...
My name is Chen Shi.
The Chen of honesty, the Shi of sincerity.

Above the Great Dao

Li Jindou was both startled and delighted, "You know where the Qianyang Mountain man is?"


Xiao Wangsun no longer paid him any mind and focused on healing his wounds.


Seeing this, Li Jindou also hastened to suppress his own injuries.


They came upon a valley where, in the midst of the mountain stream, they saw an old crone lying spread-eagled in the water, unclear whether dead or alive, but still clenching the Sheep Horn Heavenly Spirit Lamp in her hand.


"If Granny is still alive, then climb up here, and I'll take you to see Master Chen," Xiao Wangsun said.


The old crone soaking in the water twitched, her breath as thin as gossamer, and said, "Xiao Wangsun, won't you lend an old body a hand?"


"I am injured; climb up yourself," Xiao Wangsun replied tersely.


Chapter 54: Morality? I Don't Have It