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

Gu Yunshu lay there stiff, unable to move, his eyes dull as if dead.


Chen Shi gently manipulated his Qi-Blood, not directly touching Gu Yunshu's scalp, but rather infusing Qi-Blood into the Heavenly Court point on Gu Yunshu's head.


"Master Gu, focus your thoughts, imagine the bones of your skull opening slightly to let golden light spill out."


Chen Shi whispered, "Keep your mind clear of stray thoughts, and when you feel the heartbeat at the Heavenly Court point, hold onto that awareness."


Yu Tiancheng watched him, his mouth twitching as he thought, "Opening the Heavenly Gate is not so simple."


He had once met a Buddhist master who told him that opening the Heavenly Gate in Buddhism required refining the spine into a pillar of light, visualizing the spine radiating light, watching the brain, continuously illuminated. A spot of light shining on the cranium's Heavenly Gate point for a year without interruption are required to open the Heavenly Gate.


Chapter 153 The True Transmission in One Sentence_3