"The fragrance sinks into the universe, igniting the clear fragrance that permeates the heavenly gate. The golden bird runs like a cloud arrow, and the jade rabbit shines like a wheel."
With one foot on the carriage and the other dangling, Lv Zhuangyuan was stuffing tobacco into the pipe when he heard the familiar chanting, causing him to furrow his brow.
Following the sound, he saw his youngest son, Lv Xiucai, by the campfire, squatting and chanting while painting on a canvas.
"Hmph! You're more devoted to your daily prayers than to your own father!"
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Despite Lv Zhuangyuan's complaints, Lv Xiucai continued to chant diligently.
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