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

Some gray-clothed mouse spirits, behind their heads, surprisingly even had divine shrines manifesting themselves with Divine Embryos presiding majestically!


They chanted through their mouths, and judging from the sound, it seemed to be an extremely profound scripture. Hundreds of mouse spirits spoke human language, and their chanting voices merged into a deafening torrent.


At the foot of the mountain were all the villagers from the nearby villages of Black Mountain, old and young alike, gathered together. Each held three sticks of incense, kneeling on the ground, chanting along with the mice, and kowtowing like pounding garlic.


There were more than a dozen villages around Black Mountain. Each village's godmother had already submitted to Granny Black Mountain. The people of these villages also depended on Granny's whims to survive. The sacrificial offerings given during festivals sustained the mice on the mountain, eventually cultivating an atmosphere.


Chapter 80 Chen Shi Cuts Down the Mountain_2