The figure of Chinese mugwort, unwilling to be outdone, looked down and retorted:

"Who do you think you are to dare to set yourself over my head?"

The peachwood charm was beside itself with rage, and answered back sarcastically. Both sides refused to give in, and squabbled endlessly with a stream of abuse against each other.

"It is summer now. You have only half a year to go, and can't live long. Why squabble over who is higher or who is lower?"

One day, the peachwood charm against evil hung on the door turned its face upward to curse the figure made of Chinese mugwort:

At this moment, the deity of the door came to mediate:

"It is only because we have no ability that we have to attach ourselves to the door of others. What's the point of quarrelling with each other?"