"Hahaha! Senior Brother, aren't you afraid that your little Spirit Talisman might actually summon a celestial being from the heavens?" A Taoist nudged the one called "Senior Brother" with his elbow and teased with a laugh, "Who knows, maybe our junior brother will actually succeed with that talisman and call down a celestial being."
"Pfft!" The Senior Brother in the Taoist Temple couldn't hold back, "This crappy Spirit Talisman of mine isn't really a talisman at all; it's just a piece of paper with some random words scribbled on it. I didn't even infuse any mana into it, how could it summon any celestial being."
The Senior Brother in the Taoist Temple laughed even harder, "If this junior brother of ours manages to summon a celestial being, I'll eat all the shit in the latrine and drink all the urine from the urine bucket right on the spot. Eat it clean, drink it clean."