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

But Er Lengzi wouldn't listen to any of that.

It's been craving it for ages!

Ever since it first snatched a bite from the Qilin's mouth at the gate of the courtyard, it had been longing for that taste.

I can't forget it!

I'm drooling in my dreams!

Now that the rightful owner has delivered themselves to your door, are you going to let it not eat?

What kind of international joke is this?

"quack!"

Er Lengzi was so excited he couldn't speak human language anymore, and just barked like a typical Northeastern dog.

It opened its mouth wide, its half-foot-long tongue waving in the air as it lunged straight at the black mist.

The black mist tried desperately to dodge, but Er Lengzi always managed to catch up.

The black mist was filled with despair.

It frantically darted around the Buddhist hall, trying to find an exit to escape.

The problem is that the entire Buddhist hall is currently enveloped in the golden light of Chu Sheng's Buddha statue, forming an impenetrable barrier.

Every time the evil Buddha rushed near the wall, it was bounced back by the golden light.

It's like a trampoline.

It bounced back and landed right in Er Lengzi's attack range.

This is basically a sealed can of dog food!

"ah!!!"

The black mist let out a piercing scream.

Er Lengzi finally managed to take a bite.

The large tongue curled up a corner of the black mist and inhaled sharply.

It swallowed a large chunk of black mist whole.

Er Lengzi's heterochromatic eyes lit up instantly, his expression as if he had tasted an unparalleled delicacy.

The black fog shrank even further.

It's only the size of a billiard ball now.

The two dark red lights had faded to almost nothing: "Please!"

"Stop eating!"

"If I eat any more, I'll really be out of food!"

Er Lengzi licked his lips, his heterochromatic eyes filled with lingering desire.

It looked back at Yang Guang, its face full of reluctance.

Yang Guang leaned against the door frame, his hands in his pockets, coldly watching the dying black mist.

"Keep it."

Yang Guang's tone was calm, but his eyes held a hint of coldness: "This thing is still useful."

"I have more questions for it."

Er Lengzi reluctantly withdrew his tongue, but still stubbornly circled the black mist twice.

Saliva dripped onto the ground.

The black mist, now only the size of a billiard ball, huddled trembling in a corner of the Buddhist hall.

The two dark red lights looked at Er Lengzi with pure fear.

This fear.

It was ten times more intense than when facing Chu Sheng's image of Buddha.

Because Chu Sheng's Buddhism is about purifying it.

And this mad dog just ate it.

Purification at least leaves you with a complete corpse, but being eaten means you're truly left with nothing.

There won't even be a trace; it'll just turn into shit and come through the back door!

Yang Guang slowly walked over and squatted down in front of the black mist.

He tilted his head, looking the pitiful, remnant soul of the evil Buddha up and down, his face full of mockery: "Someone like you dares to call yourself a Buddha?"

"Will you cooperate now?"

"I'll tell you... I'll tell you everything..."

"Please move that dog away from me..."

Yang Guang turned around and glanced at Er Lengzi.

Er Lengzi was lying on the ground, his two front paws clasped together, his chin resting on his front paws, his heterochromatic eyes staring unblinkingly at the black mist.

The big tongue was still hanging outside.

His eyes looked like someone who hadn't eaten for three days was staring at a plate of braised pork.

Yang Guang waved his hand: "You idiot, take three steps back."

Er Lengzi reluctantly took three steps back, but his eyes never left the black mist.

Yang Guang looked at the remnant soul of the evil Buddha again and asked coldly, "Where is Taigu?"

"Where did you go?"

"And where is that fake underworld official now?"

The black mist remained silent for two seconds.

Yang Guang raised an eyebrow and turned to look at Er Lengzi: "Er Lengzi."

"Woof!"

Er Lengzi sprang up instantly, his tongue lolling out.

"I'll tell you, I ...!"

The black mist trembled violently, and the two dark red lights flickered like light bulbs about to short-circuit.

"That good-for-nothing Taigu ran away before you even arrived!"

"He took that underworld official with him!"

"I don't know exactly where we're going!"

"I swear I really didn't know!"

Yang Guang snorted coldly.

Ran?

Forget it.

You can run away from the monk, but you can't run away from the temple.

Fengdu is such a small place, where could those two bastards run off to?

And if someone says they don't know this, they probably really don't.

After all, if the bald monk Taigu had discussed the escape route with the evil Buddha beforehand, he wouldn't have been left here as a pawn.

This is the same principle as a scumbag boyfriend running away.

When packing your bags overnight, who cares whether the old woman at home is alive or dead?

Yang Guang changed the subject: "You must know where Zhang Chengwu's soul is, right?"

The black mist paused for a moment.

The two dark red lights flickered twice, seemingly surprised that Yang Guang would ask this question.

Hesitantly, he asked, "What...what do you want his soul for?"

Yang Guang ignored him completely, only glancing at Er Lengzi with his head turned to the side.

Er Lengzi immediately understood, and his big tongue suddenly shot out, licking his lips towards the direction of the black mist.

The black mist shrank considerably: "Behind the altar!"

"A Kumanthong!"

"Taikor sealed his soul inside a Kumanthong!"

"I swear, I'm not lying to you!"

This time it was much more satisfying.

Yang Guang got up and walked deeper into the Buddhist hall.

After bypassing the shattered lotus platform of the evil Buddha, Yang Guang arrived behind the altar.

The space behind the altar was not large, and it was filled with all sorts of random ritual implements and offerings.

Yang Guang rummaged through the pile of junk a couple of times.

They actually found it.

A palm-sized Kuman Thong, entirely black, with its surface covered in dense Thai inscriptions.

Unlike the one that Taiku sent to mess with him before, this Kumanthong had a very faint soul aura sealed inside its belly.

Yang Guang held the Kumanthong in his hand and weighed it in his hand.

"Tsk."

"That bald monk Taigu ran off in a hurry; he even forgot to take this thing with him."

Also.

That bald monk Taigu was probably so scared he almost peed his pants; he's lucky he managed to escape.

They didn't care about any of that.

Yang Guang put the Kumanthong into his pocket, turned around and walked back to the center of the Buddhist hall.

Chu Sheng was still sitting cross-legged on the ground, and the image of Buddha behind him was slowly dissipating.

His round, chubby face was covered in a thin layer of sweat, clearly indicating that the attack he had just delivered was not easy.

Lin Yue stood to the side, reporting the situation to Zhao Gang.

Yang Guang glanced down at Er Lengzi, who had a bell around his neck, before turning to look at the trembling black mist in the corner.

This is the end.

Zhang Xu's request has been largely fulfilled.

As for this remnant soul of the evil Buddha before us...

Yang Guang stared at it for two seconds.

to be frank.

He's lost interest in this thing.

I've asked what I needed to ask, and I've learned what I needed to know.

Taigu has run away, and the fake underworld messenger has also run away. The whereabouts of those two bastards are currently unknown.

This remnant soul of the evil Buddha has been reduced to this ghastly state by Chu Sheng and Er Lengzi, and can no longer cause any trouble.

It's useless to keep it; it's better to let the simpleton have a treat.

So he looked down at Er Lengzi.

Er Lengzi was lying on the ground, his heterochromatic eyes, one gold and one blue, staring intently at the black mist in the corner, his large tongue hanging out, extending and retracting with each breath.

Saliva was still clinging to his tongue.

It's all stringy...