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

Muffled thunder echoed in the sky, rolling from east to west, as Chen Shi and Tiancheng, the Hall Master of Red Mountain, stood under the eaves, looking up at the sky. To the east, clouds were densely packed, while to the west lay a blanket of snow-white, the sunlight piercing.


The afternoon in Gongzhou City was somewhat stuffy and humid, making people feel unbearably hot, yet unable to sweat a single drop.


The thunder was not loud, but the rain had already arrived.


Chen Shi saw several droplets of water on the banana leaves in the courtyard, followed by the rustling sound of fine rain.


Soon, rows of rainwater hung from the green tiles of the eaves, gradually forming steady streams.


Chen Shi glanced sideways at Tiancheng, who appeared to be in his forties. He was the kind of man with a noble appearance, a broad space between his eyebrows, which often frowned, leaving deep creases that could never be smoothed away.


Chapter 151 Fellow Travelers