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 surroundings were filled with boys and girls as gravely ill as she was, lying in the thatched hut, living and perishing on their own, waiting for death to descend.


"Little Clove, will Aunt Wei treat our illness?" Next to the pigtailed girl, a young boy around ten years old coughed as he asked.


The pigtailed girl's face was pale, and her body bore whip wounds that were red and swollen, streak upon streak. She said, "Aunt Wei told us to rest here behind the mountain. She's going to find a doctor to treat us."


They had entered the underworld too many times, their souls and bodies invaded by yin energy. Suffering from various ailments and starving, even speaking a bit more would make it hard to catch their breath.


The little boy murmured softly, "I heard her saying behind our backs that the money spent on treating us could have bought several children. I think she won't hire a doctor."


Chapter 180: Relying on My True Qi