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

It was now midday, and Chen Shi had casually found a restaurant, filled his stomach with Black Pot, then went to the marketplace to buy two iron helmets, one to wear on his head and the other on Black Pot's head, so he didn't have to worry about being targeted by a rat's tail.


The helmets sold in the county were worn by military cultivators, incredibly sturdy, and even had the Six Ding and Six Jia inscribed within them to protect against ordinary spell attacks.


Chen Shi inquired about the direction of Black Mountain Grandma Temple, which turned out to be located in the suburbs of the county town, just over twenty miles away, separated by the Dejiang River—not too far of a distance.


"Black Mountain Grandma's mana is formidable, far outstripping a junior Taoist, and a junior Taoist's mana far outstrips mine, I must think of a method to break her mana!"


Chapter 80 Chen Shi Cuts Down the Mountain