You, a living person, are telling me I've served in the underworld for ten years?

Chapter 93 He is a god! (2)

Had breakfast.

Yang Shuai then pulled Gu Jinghui aside to teach him how to edit videos, while Cat Master quickly cleared away the dishes and also settled down next to the computer.

"This guy……"

Chen Yang chuckled to himself.

How can a cat have such a strong thirst for knowledge?
It's one thing to have a strong thirst for knowledge, but the key is that she has an exceptionally strong learning ability. She can learn to cook online and make any dish after watching it only once, and it looks, smells, and tastes delicious. She even made the son of the hardware store owner next door cry with envy several times.

If you think about it carefully, it's normal.

It was once a cat demon, and now it has been appointed by the underworld as the "Nine Netherworld Patrol Envoy". Although it is humble and respectful in front of Chen Yang, it is actually extremely powerful. Those underworld soldiers and underworld beings can take it down one by one. If they really fight, Wei Rufeng, who has already become a martial arts master, may not be able to defeat Cat Lord.

However, without the offerings and sacrifices from the people, its strength is unlikely to improve, and may even decline!
The "incense gods" worshipped and sacrificed by the people are like this: they rise and fall because of incense.

A thriving incense offering brings great power, making it difficult to cultivate on one's own. Once the incense offerings cease, one may even suffer a backlash. This is the biggest reason why so many "deities" bestowed by the Heavenly Court and the Underworld have all died out.

Those "gods" who are still alive today are either remnants of Cat Lord's obsession, or remnants of his soul who have turned to evil magic and become evil gods!

However, the "Lord Guan" of Dongyue Mountain in Gucheng is different.

He is a true god, and what exists in the human world is merely an incense offering. With the flourishing of incense offerings, since the sealing of heaven and earth was loosened, a new incense offering has been created through the people's worship and sacrifices!
After editing the video, I sent it to Chen Yang.

Chen Yang posted the video and glanced at the backend.

The account has over 800 million followers, and the comments and private messages are overflowing. Most incredibly, the total revenue from likes and views on these videos across various online platforms has reached a staggering 28 yuan!
Chen Yang couldn't help but sigh...

"No wonder some people will abandon all moral principles to become internet celebrities, they're even willing to eat shit... So that's how much money they make?"

Gu Jinghui suggested, "Old Chen, how about we do a test broadcast tonight?"

Chen Yang thought for a moment and said, "You plan it. The first live stream must be a hit."

Yang Shuai floated over and asked, "Selling products?"

Chen Yang shook his head: "If I start selling products right after starting a live stream, it's hard for fans to buy them. I'll find someone to commission a statue of Cat Master first."

"What about the content of the live stream?"

"Let Cat Master cook on live stream, and you can chat with your fans while you're cooking."

…………

at the same time.

On Yumin Street, two monks, one old and one young, appeared.

The young monk looked to be about eighteen or nineteen years old. He was dressed in a gray cloth robe and was quite handsome, with bright and piercing eyes.

The old monk was wearing a bright yellow robe.

He looked to be in his seventies or eighties, with two white, curved eyebrows that drooped down from the corners, giving him the air of a highly accomplished monk.

The only incongruous thing was that his left arm was in a cast and wrapped in gauze around his neck.

"master……"

The little monk stared at the noodle shop next door and whispered, "I'm hungry!"

The old monk smiled and said, "Hungry? Come on... let's go eat first."

"Master...we've spent all our money on your arm."

The young monk stood still and complained, "You, the abbot of Yunqing Temple, who is proficient in both Buddhism and martial arts, only have a bone fracture and you still have to go to the hospital... We only have a little over three thousand yuan in savings, and we only have eight yuan left."

"You traitor!"

The old monk angrily retorted, "I... Amitabha! What's wrong with me spending money on medical treatment? Besides, money is just an external thing. It's not that I can't earn money, but that I don't want to."

He looked up and around, a golden light flashing in his eyes before finally settling on a sign for a funeral parlor. He smiled and said, "Huixin, watch carefully and learn well. Your teacher will now teach you the art of begging for alms."

.........

Inside the funeral home.

Gu Jinghui, Cat Master, and Yang Shuai went up to the second floor.

Gu Jinghui went to work on the planning, while Cat Master prepared the ingredients for the live stream.

It picked vegetables, cut meat, and prepared ribs, free-range chicken, and eggs. Then it said to Gu Jinghui, "Little Gu... remember to go to the evening market this afternoon and buy a few fish... remember, grass carp, and they have to be freshly killed."

Gu Jinghui replied, "Understood, Master Cat."

"Wait, where's my cucumber? Handsome, did you take it?"

"what?"

On the ceiling, Yang Shuai, his face covered in cucumber slices, said, "Master Cat, we can't wrong an innocent ghost... How could I possibly take your cucumber?"

First floor.

Chen Yang, enjoying a rare moment of leisure, sat behind the counter, turned on his computer, and prepared to play a few games.

"Amitabha!"

At that moment, an old monk walked in, one hand raised to his chest, chanting Buddhist mantras.

Chen Yang looked up and saw that the old monk had a cast on his left hand and a young monk following behind him. A strange look flashed in his eyes!
With his keen eyesight, he could naturally see that the young monk possessed strong blood and energy, and was probably even more skilled in martial arts than Wang Lin. The old monk, on the other hand, had even stronger blood and energy than the young monk.

Chen Yang showed no sign of anything amiss. He stood up to greet them, and asked with a smile as if they were ordinary customers, "Gentlemen, would you like to buy something?"

With his current strength.

He was confident that once he concealed his aura, the old monk would have no chance of seeing through him.

In fact it is.

The old monk looked Chen Yang up and down and found that he was just an ordinary shop owner. If he had to point out any special features, he would probably say that he was quite good-looking, even better looking than his own apprentice.

"Amitabha."

The old monk chanted a Buddhist prayer again and said, "Benefactor, this old monk is not here to buy anything."

"Oh?" Chen Yang said, "Master, you're not selling things... could it be that you're looking for alms?"

He took 100 yuan out of his pocket and handed it over.

The old monk took the money, skillfully put it into his pocket, and chanted a Buddhist prayer, saying, "Amitabha, well done, well done... I appreciate your kindness, but I have not come here today to beg for alms, but to help you avert disaster."

"Avert disaster?"

Chen Yang feigned surprise: "Master, I've been living peacefully, what disaster could I have encountered?"

The old monk smiled mysteriously and said, "Benefactor, I see that your forehead is dark, your eyes are lifeless, your lips are cracked and your tongue is parched, your spirit is scattered, and there is black energy swirling around the shop... You must have encountered something unclean recently, and things must be going wrong for you. We are destined to meet, and I am willing to help you. I guarantee that you can get rid of the disaster!"

"........."

Good guy.

This old monk is actually a charlatan?
However, given his powerful qi and blood, he must have some cultivation level, and he must have truly seen something.

After all, he cultivates every day, so it's inevitable that some "yin energy" will leak out. Not to mention that the shop is often visited by evil spirits, and there is even a hanged ghost living there. It's normal for someone with some skills to be able to see the abnormality.

Chen Yang feigned surprise and asked, "Master, do you mean... I've encountered a ghost?"

The old monk simply smiled faintly.

Chen Yang then asked, "Master... in your opinion, how should I resolve this?"

The senior monk laughed and said, "I have a method that can open the third eye, allowing me to find the source of the yin energy and drag out the evil spirits hiding in your shop... At that time, you only need to give my Buddha a donation of 100,000 or 80,000 incense money."

"........."

The young monk Huixin grew anxious and quietly tugged at the old monk's robe, lowering his voice to say, "Master...we are Buddhist disciples, and we should uphold sincere practice and not deceive others."

"I'm just helping others, how can you say I'm deceiving them?"

what?
Is there something ghostly going on in this benefactor's house?

The young monk Huixin blinked involuntarily.

Master said that... people gather in the city, and the yang energy is strong, so the yin spirits will generally avoid it, right?
Driven by his curiosity, the young monk Huixin silently practiced Buddhist teachings. He gently touched his eyes with the index and middle fingers of his right hand, and saw a flash of golden light in his eyes. He then began to look around the shop!
Taoists possess the "Dharma Eye," which, once opened, allows them to see evil spirits and vengeful ghosts, and to see through illusions.

In Buddhism, there is the ability to see with divine eyes.

This young monk cultivates the "Heavenly Eye," and although he hasn't mastered it yet, he can open his "Heavenly Eye" briefly without any problem.

With the opening of his third eye, the shop he saw immediately became different from before.

But a dark, eerie aura permeated the entire shop.

"Such a strong yin energy?"

The young monk was secretly alarmed: "It seems that Master really wasn't lying after all..."

He glanced around the store and finally looked at Chen Yang.

Upon closer inspection, it was discovered that the ordinary shop owner in front of them was surrounded by extremely dense black energy, within which a strange divine light flickered, dazzling like the blazing sun!

Huixin had only ever seen that kind of radiance on the Buddha statue at Yunqing Temple!

"what……"

The little monk cried out in alarm and quickly closed his eyes. He felt an unbearable stinging pain in his eyes, and when he touched them, he found bloody tears streaming from the corners of his eyes.

"Wisdom...wisdom!"

The old monk, who was bargaining with Chen Yang, was shocked. He only glanced at the young monk Huixin and knew that the boy had opened his "heavenly eye" and seen something he shouldn't have, which caused him to suffer a backlash.

The little monk's screams startled a person, a ghost, and a cat upstairs.

The first person to appear at the corner of the stairs was Cat.

It was just simmering soup when it suddenly appeared at the stairwell in a blur, standing upright with an apron on its body and a spatula in its hand.

Then there's Yang Shuai.

He floated behind Cat Master, sticking out his tongue, and said, "Old Chen, what's wrong? Who's calling?"

Gu Jinghui was the slowest runner, but he still poked his head out from the second-floor stairwell.

"Demon?"

The old monk didn't use the "Heavenly Eye" and couldn't see Yang Shuai, but he could see Cat Master. His pupils contracted involuntarily, and he immediately realized something, turning his head sharply to look at Chen Yang!
wisdom……

We should open our "heavenly eyes" to investigate the backlash this boss suffered... Just who is this seemingly ordinary boss?
With a thought flashing through his mind, the old monk quickly stood up after confirming that his disciple was unharmed, and said, "Benefactor, it is my fault for failing to teach you properly. Please do not take offense."

In the martial arts world, it is a great taboo to spy on others at will!
Chen Yang wasn't angry. He said, "Is the little master's eye alright? I was just joking because I saw how profound the master's Buddhist teachings are. You can't blame the little master for that."

"This old monk is blind and ignorant, and has been showing off his limited skills in front of an expert. I hope you will not laugh at me!"

The old monk shook his head with a wry smile, helped the young monk up, bowed deeply to Chen Yang with one hand raised in a gesture of respect, and said, "Farewell, benefactor."

"Wait a minute!"

Chen Yang tried to persuade him to stay, saying, "Master, it's fate that we met. It's almost lunchtime, why don't you stay and have dinner with us?"

The old monk paused, glancing at his disciple.

He couldn't open his "heavenly eye" again, but his disciple had already seen it, and presumably... should have seen through the young boss's background.

Huixin only suffered the backlash and shed tears of blood; she did not go blind.

Seeing his master's gaze upon him, he understood his meaning. He immediately opened his mouth, though no words came out, the old monk read the words his disciple wanted to say—

"master."

"He...is a god!"

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PS: Second update.

(End of this chapter)