The Circulation of Earthly Spirits: the Story of the Divine Stake in Wicheng City

As the sun sets, a child squats on the bluestone, stroking the ancient spiral patterns on the stone surface with his little hands. He raised his head and asked: "Grandpa, are there really glowing tree roots under the ground?" The old man was silent for a long time and did not answer "yes" or "no". He just said: "My child, put your palms up and listen carefully."