"The fragrant smoke fills the heavens and earth, lighting the pure incense straight up to Heaven's Gate. Golden birds race like arrows through clouds, and jade rabbits glow like rolling wheels, ah..."
With one foot propped on the wagon and the other dangling, Top Scholar Lv was stuffing tobacco into his dry pipe when he heard the familiar chanting incantation. He couldn't help but frown.
Following the sound, he saw his youngest son, Scholar Lv, crouched by the campfire with his bottom sticking out. He held a stick of incense, chanting non-stop while painting something feverishly on a canvas.
"Hmph! Worshipping and chanting every single day! You aren't half as filial to your own father!"
But no matter what Top Scholar Lv said, Scholar Lv kept at it, dutifully reciting the main incantation from afar.
