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

Zhao Duofu chuckled, "Could it be, the governor has slain the Evil Bodhisattva and saved the common people?"


At that moment, cries of agony came from behind them. The two turned to see Chen Shi and Li Tianqing, who had seemingly appeared out of nowhere, murdering three of the brocade-clad imperial guards lagging behind.


Another of the Zhao family's younger generation was too slow and was slain by a sudden jade ring.


Zhao Yanlong and Zhao Duofu sprinted with all their might, with the governor's camp drawing ever closer ahead.


Suddenly, Zhao Yanlong felt his Primordial Spirit no longer so heavy, and he immediately sensed its calling. Indeed, his Primordial Spirit soared out from Qianyang Mountain, still mostly petrified, but its speed was nonetheless extremely fast as it raced towards them.


"Duofu, you really have good fortune; you're my lucky star!"


Chapter 68: Five Thunders Strike The Top, Killing People Like Mowing Grass_2