The Daoist stepped forward, muttering to himself, exactly like those Daoists doing rituals on TV. He wore a yellow Daoist robe, with a huge Eight Trigrams Diagram on his back. Then, the Daoist threw something strange from his hand, and suddenly, flames erupted on the incense altar. The crowd burst into exclamations of surprise. Some even clapped.
Soon, the Daoist was holding a live chicken, muttering to himself, and the last sentence was quite clear: "Phoenix leads the way…"
Cluck cluck cluck…
The live chicken was thrown out by the Daoist and, startled, it squeezed into any gap it found. It decisively darted into that shop, making the shop owner freeze, who urgently shouted, "Damn, you old Daoist! If you're doing rituals, go ahead, but pushing your old hen into my shop—watch out or I'll make a pot of stewed hen soup!"
"Haha, Boss, there's something unclean in your place!" The old Daoist chuckled lightly.
