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

Upon seeing this, boys and girls on the other boats waved at her, signaling her not to save the ghost spirits and to quickly leave before anyone noticed.


The ponytailed girl hesitated, grasping one rope with one hand while reaching out with the other, waiting for Chen Shi to come.


The color drained from the ponytailed girl's face. She threw the white lotus to Chen Shi, grabbed the rope, and pulled hard. Immediately, someone in the circular hole pulled the rope, lifting her and the boat upward.


The ponytailed girl lowered her voice, "I'll save you when I come next time!"


Chen Shi caught the white lotus just as the girl and the boat were pulled into the circular hole, which then closed and vanished.


In other circular holes, people were also pulling ropes hard, lifting the boys and girls into the sky.


Suddenly, a child failed to grasp the rope and, with a plop, fell into the marsh along with his boat, making a loud burst sound.


Chapter 175: Speak Softly for Fear of Disturbing the Celestials