Before long, the village chief came out of his house with a man and a dog, carrying an oil lamp, and walked toward the back of the village.
When they passed an old willow tree, the village chief stopped and whispered, "Stay close to me, circle the tree three times."
Having said that, he began to walk around the old willow tree.
Fang Zhixing and Xigou followed suit.
After circling three times, the village chief then continued on.
Fang Zhixing took a few more glances at the old willow tree and inquired, "Does this tree have its own rules too?"
"Rules are everywhere."
The village chief, with his hands clasped behind his back, sighed, "Every flower and every blade of grass has life, everything here has its own rules."
Fang Zhixing fell silent for a moment then asked, "What if I burn this old willow tree with fire? What would happen?"
