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

With that exhalation of True Qi, the various iron swords, iron sabers, and iron nails in the basket transformed into different birds and soared from the basket with flapping wings!


The saber became a skylark, the sword a shrike, and the iron nails kingfishers.


Chen Shi's sleeves fluttered as one yellow talisman after another also transformed into orioles, flying toward the Taiping Sect's gate.


Cold Mountain Wanderer's heart skipped a beat, "Indeed, it's my Spell!"


At that moment, the Divine Beasts guarding the mountain gate and the disciples on night duty looked up only to see a flock of birds flying overhead, none of them stopping it.


At night, when Evil Spirits roamed freely, it was common for flocks of birds to startle and take flight; some birds were nocturnal, hunting in the night.


A kingfisher perched on a branch near one of those disciples, leisurely preening its feathers.


The night-watch disciple glanced at it, then looked away.


Chapter 181: Cutting Down the Mountain, Destroying the Clan (Requesting Monthly Tickets)