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

He knew the ship like the back of his hand, guiding Chen Shi, Li Xiaozhen, and others through its towering pavilions.


Chen Shi looked around and saw that the ship was forty-four zhang long and eighteen zhang wide. On deck stood huge crossbows with bolts as thick as arms and heads as big as basins. The tails of the bolts were tied with black iron chains—though slender, they were heavily coiled on the crossbows.


What fearsome prey were these bolts intended for?


Li Tianqing led them briskly into a building, down a flight of descending stairs, around several bends, and into the ship's cabin.


The sailors and Great Ming soldiers resided on both sides of the cabin, in room after room, with a corridor for going below deck. Stone figures in a multitude of postures adorned the corridor.


Chapter 129 Treasure Ship Grand Temple_2