He just became the last Celestial Master, and the school beauty is already calling him "Dad&quo

Good guy.

You might as well say you smelled it.

Lin Yue walked over and looked Chu Sheng up and down.

A bald, fat man weighing 250 pounds, wearing a monk's robe and flip-flops, with half a chicken leg sticking out of his pocket.

This scene looks so out of place.

"Yang Guang, who is this?"

Yang Guang waved his hand and said, "It's not important."

"..."

Chu Sheng immediately put his hands together and bowed to Lin Yue in a Buddhist gesture, saying, "Amitabha."

"Greetings, female benefactor."

Lin Yue nodded, but her gaze was quickly drawn to the commotion at the other end of the living room.

Zhang Chengwu stood up again.

This time he stood up even faster.

The bones in his neck had been kicked crooked, and his head was hanging on his shoulder at an extremely bizarre angle.

But he still rushed toward Yang Guang.

The speed is much faster than before.

His neck was tilted to the side, and his head was swaying, like an electric fan with a loose screw.

Yang Guang moved a step to the side in disgust.

He had originally planned to take direct action, sticking a yellow talisman on it to completely suppress the creature.

But when Yang Guang caught a glimpse of the 250-pound mountain of flesh next to him out of the corner of his eye, his hand stopped.

"Chu Sheng!"

Chu Sheng was wiping the chicken leg oil from the corner of his mouth when he heard Yang Guang call him. He immediately stood up straight and exclaimed, "Brother Guang!"

Yang Guang dodged Zhang Chengwu's claw-like hand by sidestepping it, and casually slapped him on the back.

The body was slapped so hard it staggered forward several steps.

Then Yang Guang put his hands in his pockets, took two steps back, and leaned against a marble pillar in the living room.

Yang Guang raised his chin and gestured towards Zhang Chengwu with his lip: "You come here!"

Chu Sheng was taken aback: "Huh?"

"I don't support idlers here."

"Let me see what skills your master taught you."

"If you can't even solve something like this, then you should just go back to where you came from."

Chu Sheng's expression changed instantly.

That round, chubby face, which had previously held a playful smile, suddenly became serious.

He took a deep breath and clasped his hands together.

"Don't worry, Brother Guang!"

"Although my cultivation level is not very high, I haven't missed a single thing my master taught me!"

Yang Guang nodded.

Judging from Chu Sheng's current state, he has likely emerged from the grief of losing his master, Master Huineng.

This is a good thing.

A person who is constantly immersed in sadness is doomed.

Zhang Chengwu's body had regained its footing and turned around again.

That tilted head, paired with that gaping mouth, looked particularly eerie under the living room lights.

Chu Sheng turned to face Zhang Chengwu.

then.

He did something that surprised everyone present.

Chu Sheng opened his gray crossbody bag and took out a Bluetooth speaker.

It's about the size of a palm and cylindrical.

It's the kind with RGB lighting effects.

He then pulled a wireless microphone out of his bag.

There was also a Hello Kitty sticker on it.

Everyone: "???"

Lin Yue unhooked her hand from the holster, her face full of confusion.

The special police officers looked at each other in bewilderment.

Yang Guang leaned against the pillar, his brows furrowing slightly.

Chu Sheng placed the Bluetooth speaker on the ground and pressed the switch.

"Bluetooth connected."

The mechanical female voice had just finished speaking.

A burst of extremely dynamic electronic beats erupted from that palm-sized Bluetooth speaker.

Thump thump thump thump thump.

The subwoofer's effect was surprisingly good; the entire living room floor was vibrating.

Lin Yue: "..."

SWAT officers: "..."

Yang Guang: "..."

This is not over yet.

Chu Sheng sat cross-legged on the marble floor.

The 250-pound mountain of meat slammed onto the ground with a dull thud.

He took out another wooden fish from his satchel.

Rosewood.

The patina has already formed.

It's clearly an old item that's been used for many years.

He placed the wooden fish on the ground, held the microphone in his left hand and the wooden fish mallet in his right.

Chu Sheng closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

then.

He spoke.

"Three Lives Three Worlds, Ten Miles of Peach Blossoms"

"I'm like a scar."

"Like the wind, like the rain, like the sandstorm~"

"As hard to grasp as air~"

The sound of the wooden fish drum precisely follows the electronic beat.

Chu Sheng's 250-pound body swayed slightly with the rhythm, his round face displaying an expression of utmost piety.

The RGB lighting on that Bluetooth speaker was flashing wildly, with red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, and purple lights taking turns.

The entire living room instantly transformed into a mini disco.

No.

To be precise.

It is a cyberpunk Buddhist temple.

The entire room fell silent.

Everyone's face darkened.

Lin Yue's mouth was open, and she couldn't close it for a long time.

The SWAT officers forgot to put their guns down, and stood frozen in place as if they had been struck on acupoints.

Yang Guang leaned against the pillar, his mouth agape, wide enough to fit an egg.

His brain completely shut down at that moment.

Even Er Lengzi, lying on the ground, had his heterochromatic eyes—one gold and one blue—wide open, and he forgot to retract his tongue.

It wanted to make a sound.

But the sound got stuck in his throat and wouldn't come out.

Yang Guang slowly turned his head and glanced at Lin Yue, who was also petrified beside him.

The two exchanged a glance.

Lin Yue's lips moved, and she silently uttered three words: "Who is this person?"

Are you sure he's a monk?

Yang Guang's lips twitched twice, and he coughed dryly, saying, "Uh... I guess you could say that?"

"Look."

"You're playing that wooden fish quite well, aren't you?"

however.

Just when everyone thought Chu Sheng had gone mad.

Strange things happened.

The moment Chu Sheng spoke, Zhang Chengwu's corpse visibly slowed down.

The black energy that was originally surging wildly began to churn violently under the dual bombardment of electronic beats and the sound of wooden fish.

It's like someone pouring a bowl of ice cubes into boiling water.

The black aura is contracting.

Zhang Chengwu's corpse remained frozen in place, his ten bent fingers trembling incessantly in mid-air.

Chu Sheng's voice grew louder and louder, and he struck the wooden fish faster and faster.

Yang Guang's expression gradually changed from shock to astonishment.

Holy crap?!

It actually works?

This is ridiculous!

He looked down at his hands.

He became the last Celestial Master at the age of sixteen, learning orthodox Taoist magic, drawing talismans, chanting incantations, and performing hand seals.

As it turns out, a fat monk using a Bluetooth speaker and microphone to rap was just as good as him?

Yang Guang suddenly felt that he had been learning something over the years, and it seemed like he had missed out on something.

Lin Yue finally snapped out of her daze. She moved closer to Yang Guang and whispered, "This...this really works?"

Yang Guang stared at Chu Sheng, then looked at Zhang Chengwu's violently trembling corpse, and nodded.

"it works."

"But I really want to hit him right now."

Lin Yue: "..."

Chu Sheng's rap performance continued.

And it's getting more and more outrageous.

"DJ Buddha is spinning records online, no need to worry about how to help the departed souls find peace~"

"Don't be skeptical about being reborn in the Pure Land; if you're not fast enough, we'll give you a pair of shoes!"

"Om Mani Padme Hum~"