Qin Hao walked to the outside of the courtyard with his hands behind his back.
Behind him, the green ox followed.
From the rural courtyard, the sounds of performing a spirit-invoking ritual could be heard.
"At sunset, when the western hill darkens the sky, every household fastens the door latch.
Travelers rush to the inns, birds flee to the woods, and tigers return to their mountains.
Birds find their refuge in the woods, and tigers must return to their mountains in peace.
Standing under the Seven-star Glazed Tiles and stepping on the Eight-sided Purple Gold Bricks.
With feet on the ground and head under the sky, taking big steps in a connecting sequence.
Feet firmly placed, relying on the camp, setting up the altar to invite the immortals."
Accompanied by the chanting of the spirit-invoking ritual.
Also, there came the loud noise of gongs and drums.
Looking into the courtyard from the gate, a crowd of local elders stood watching.
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