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

Chen Shi tipped his toes under the vermilion-red beam, exerted force in his leg, and one end of the beam flew up.


He gently caressed the horizontal beam of the temple, smooth beyond compare, the gilded Golden Dragon on it lifelike, as if the illusion of the True Dragon that just occurred had been but a dream within a dream.


Yet, it was a reality that had unfolded.


The reason Chen Shi had shouldered this vermilion-red pillar to cut through the mountain and break through the temple was precisely because it had absorbed who knows how many years of the Incense Fire Qi from the Mountain Lord Temple and could suppress the mana of the Black Mountain Granny.


At the last moment, he infused his True Qi into it, aiming to stimulate the extraordinary power within the beam.


Chapter 82 I Am But a Commoner