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

The ancient monk, already quite aged, heard the words and stretched out his hands to lift his eyelids, revealing a sparkle in his eyes. He glanced at the ferrywoman and the ferryman with a smile, "Devotee, your guess isn't bad—we are indeed from the Great Baoguo Temple. And you, from whence do you hail?"


The ferrywoman chuckled, "Just a ferryman, what kind of origins could I possibly have? Which Zen Master from the Great Baoguo Temple might you be?"


The aged monk let his eyelids fall, covering his lashes and eyeballs, and said, "This humble monk's dharma name is Ku Zhu."


The young monk paid the fare and asked with a smile, "Devotee, have you been ferrying on the Min River for a long time? Have you ever ferried on the River of Oblivion? I've heard that the River of Oblivion lost two underworld messengers. You know about it, right?"


Li Tianqing felt a sudden throb in his heart and became extremely uneasy.


"This boat is likely not going to be peaceful!"


Chapter 155: The Lost Yama's Envoy_2