"Wailing, wailing, wailing!"
Amidst the Changxi Town villagers' lifting, Ansheng's sedan chair was raised high. The little fox stood upright and raised its arms, jumping playfully on the sedan chair.
Amid the sound of firecrackers and the clamor of gongs and drums, one of the festival activities before the tea competition began, the god invitation ceremony reached the stage of inviting the deities to their seats and offering sacrifices.
Master Fox of Changxi Town, as the first-place deity, was placed high up on the shrine's list.
Above the shrine, several traditional icons of main deities were placed on the highest level.
"You guys... really haven't lost your touch at all!" Old Chen approached with a big smile, patting Yu Zhenghong and several other older sedan-bearers on the shoulders:
"You didn't embarrass our village. Quickly, quickly, tea has been prepared for you over there. Go take a break, and later, you can be the first to offer incense!"
