The Daoist stood on the stage, his sharp chin and monkey-like features truly caught everyone's attention.
He shook the Magic Bell and began, "Master Huanglu cultivated for three days, Lord Danzhong ceased all matters. The White Jade Seal seals the celestial proclamation, the Purple Mist Robe attracts the imperial fragrance to return.
Two dragons rise straight to the clouds, a flock of cranes flies under the sun. The grand ceremony is complete and returns to its old seclusion, even the plants and trees of Qishan shine brightly..."
He shook his head, his eyebrows lifted in excitement, reading the ritual text with a rhythm and pitch, self-absorbed, he looked every bit the charlatan conducting a fraudulent ritual; in the Mortal World, there were many such Daoists, though few dared to shamelessly deceive in large cities, they mostly tricked ignorant villagers in remote towns.
