"Everyone, quiet down, don't make any more noise… Great Immortal, you may begin." The village chief called out to the villagers, and after everyone quieted down, he turned to the Great Immortal and signaled that he could start.
The Great Immortal cleared his throat and glanced at the money and goods placed on the ritual altar before swallowing hard.
"Sky spirits, earth spirits, Taishang Laojun obey my command, come swiftly to the altar, take the money and ensure safety. Money can make even ghosts grind the mill, fortune can make deities appear; now I will negotiate with you, show your true self to mortals…" The Great Immortal grabbed the bell on the altar and vigorously shook it while chanting the spell, everyone could clearly hear it this time, even if most didn't understand what he was singing—except for that line about money making ghosts grind the mill.
Bang…
