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 young monk was none other than Monk Wu Chen, courteous and polite, making it hard for anyone to have a bad impression of him.


Yet, excitement that he could not hide flared in his eyes, along with fear and hesitation, clearly valuing the life and death of Zen Master Ku immensely.


His knees were slightly bent, ready with two choices if Chen Shi and Li Tianqing's responses varied: to kneel or to flee.


Chen Shi, feeling a stir in his heart, stepped forward and shouted, "Wicked disciple, don't you kneel upon seeing your master?"


Monk Wu Chen's face turned pale, his legs weakened, and with a thud, he chose to kneel.


It wasn't until his knees hit the ground that he realized and began to laugh softly.


His laughter grew louder and eventually became deafening, utterly disregarding that the noise might attract the Mushroom Giants.


"Master tried to take possession of you, and yet he capsized in the gutter!"


Chapter 163: Dog