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

Zen Master Ku chuckled to them, saying they were all quite good, fine seedlings. As for the little monks who had died, they were merely stinking sacks of skin without the root of wisdom, having no fate with the Buddhist Law, thus unable to become Spiritual Children.


They had survived and took one step closer to becoming the Buddha's Spiritual Children.


"In a year, there will be a second trial," Zen Master Ku said.


Wu Chen and his dozen or so senior and junior brothers practiced even harder, not daring to slack off, for slacking off meant not surviving!


In addition to his diligent practice, he also harbored thoughts of escape, though some of his brethren had already put it into action.


Three brothers quietly fled, and for several days, their whereabouts were unknown. Wu Chen was overjoyed, thinking they had escaped to freedom.


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