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

Seeing how greedy it looked, Yang Guang's lips curled into a smile, and he gently kicked Er Lengzi, saying, "Go eat."

"Awooo!!!"

Er Lengzi, the dog, seemed to have had a launch button pressed, its four legs slamming into the ground.

It lunged directly at the black mist in the corner.

The moment the black mist, now only the size of a billiard ball, saw Er Lengzi rushing towards it, the two dark red lights suddenly magnified to their maximum size.

Pure fear.

"No!"

"You said you'd keep me alive!"

"You just said I was still useful!"

"You broke your promise!"

"You untrustworthy bastard, I'll...&￥%...you...￥...Mom...&#￥%...￥%..."

Yang Guang raised an eyebrow.

Yo?

He used quite a lot of vulgar language before he died.

But the next second, it was swallowed by Er Lengzi, and the world instantly became quiet.

After swallowing it, Er Lengzi licked his lips with satisfaction.

Yang Guang stretched out a big yawn, his joints cracking and popping.

"Alright."

"Things here are almost done."

"Officer, could you please take me home?"

Lin Yue asked in confusion, "Aren't you coming with us?"

Yang Guang shook his head: "No."

"Now that the bald monk Taigu has run away, he won't show his face again anytime soon."

"Let's wait until he shows up before we talk about it."

"and……"

Yang Guang took out his broken phone, which had three cracks, and glanced at the time.

10:30 a.m.

"I have something else to do."

He remembered Yu Zixin's hesitant phone call earlier.

That girl is definitely hiding something from him.

Lin Yue didn't ask any further questions and nodded: "Let's go."

The group evacuated from the villa.

Special police remained to cordon off the scene, while forensic experts continued to process Zhang Chengwu's body.

Yang Guang led Er Lengzi and Chu Sheng into Lin Yue's police car.

When Chu Sheng, that mountain of flesh weighing 250 pounds, sat in the back seat, the entire car noticeably swayed to the right.

The shock absorbers are all groaning in pain.

Er Lengzi was squeezed between Chu Sheng and the car door, his husky face distorted by Chu Sheng's fat.

"Aww!"

Chu Sheng remained motionless, only looking apologetically at the wailing Er Lengzi and smiling, "Bear with it, you dog benefactor."

Er Lengzi was so angry that he rolled his eyes.

Lin Yue glanced at the miserable state of the person and dog in the back seat through the rearview mirror, and her lips twitched involuntarily.

She stepped on the gas, and the police car drove out of the villa area.

Yang Guang looked at Lin Yue and said, "Police officer, could you please take me to school?"

Before leaving, the old squad leader entrusted the mother and daughter to him.

If something happens, he won't be able to explain it to the old squad leader.

Therefore, it's better to do it sooner rather than later!

Moreover.

At noon, I can take Chu Sheng and Er Lengzi to the school cafeteria for a free meal.

I also wanted to test Chu Sheng's appetite so I could be mentally prepared.

Police cars sped along the streets of Fengdu city.

Yang Guang sat in the passenger seat, half of his body twisted back, curiously examining the 250-pound mountain of flesh in the back seat.

Chu Sheng's monk's robe was open, revealing a white vest that had been washed until it was yellowed.

Her round belly, like she was six months pregnant, was pressing against the back of the seat behind the steering wheel.

But Er Lengzi was in a bad situation.

It was squeezed into the right corner of the back seat by Chu Sheng's pile of fat, its entire husky face pressed against the car window, its features distorted by the pressure.

Those heterochromatic eyes, one gold and one blue, were now squeezed into a slit, and his face was filled with the words "I have no will to live."

Yang Guang glanced at it, completely unconcerned.

It's just a short distance.

You won't die.

Er Lengzi looked so wronged that his eyes almost popped out, but Yang Guang ignored him completely.

Anyway, this dog has thick skin and flesh, squeezing it won't hurt any of its flesh.

Yang Guang's attention was entirely focused on Chu Sheng.

Just now at Zhang Chengwu's villa, Chu Sheng's Buddha image in hand really stunned him.

Although their methods were outrageous and appalling, their strength was undeniable.

This made Yang Guang even more curious.

Who exactly was Master Huineng's last disciple?

Yang Guang turned his head and looked at Chu Sheng, asking, "Chu Sheng?"

"Um?"

Chu Sheng was taking out the half-eaten chicken leg from the pocket of his monk's robe, intending to continue working.

Yang Guang frowned: "Put the chicken leg down first."

"oh."

Chu Sheng looked reluctant, but he still obediently put the chicken leg back in his pocket.

Yang Guang asked, "Since you are a Buddhist, do you have a Dharma name?"

Upon hearing this, Chu Sheng's eyes lit up instantly.

His round, chubby face was filled with excitement, like a child being asked if he had gotten a perfect score on a test.

He clasped his hands together, a proud look on his face, and said, "Of course!"

"Brother Guang, this humble monk certainly has a Dharma name!"

"My Buddhist name is Porcelain Cup!"

Yang Guang was stunned for a moment.

mercy?

His brain worked at lightning speed for half a second.

It makes sense that monks, who are compassionate, use compassion as their Dharma name.

But isn't this Buddhist name a bit too grand?

This is like a novice driver who has just passed their driving test giving themselves the nickname "Car God".

Although it's outrageous, it's not impossible.

Yang Guang nodded, and said thoughtfully, "Compassion?"

"You may be a bit casual, but monks are supposed to be compassionate, so using compassion as a name is a bit arrogant."

Lin Yue, who was driving, glanced at Chu Sheng in the rearview mirror and nodded in agreement.

He then said politely, "Compassionate young master, I didn't know you before, please forgive me."

Chu Sheng's expression changed instantly.

He waved his hands anxiously, causing the 250-pound mountain of flesh to sway in the back seat, making the whole car rock from side to side.

The simpleton let out a piercing scream as he was squeezed: "Ouch!"

But nobody paid any attention to it.

Chu Sheng blushed with anxiety: "No, no, no!"

"You've misunderstood!"

"It's not the compassion you understand!"

"It's a porcelain cup!"

"It's one of those porcelain cups used for pouring wine or tea!"

"The 'porcelain' in 'porcelain cup,' and the 'cup' in 'to hold a cup

Chu Sheng gestured the shape of a cup in the air with his hands, as if afraid that Yang Guang and Lin Yue wouldn't understand.

The car fell into a deathly silence.

Yang Guang's expression froze.

Lin Yue paused on the accelerator, and the car jerked violently.

The two of them took three seconds to process it.

Porcelain cup?

Is it not compassion?

Is it a porcelain cup in the literal sense?

The porcelain cup for drinking water?

Yang Guang's face darkened.

Good guy.

He thought that although the fat man acted absurdly, at least he had chosen a Buddhist name with profound meaning.

It turns out they weren't going for the intellectual or cultural aspects at all.

They're targeting the household goods market.

He's really mastered the art of using puns and homophones.

Lin Yue's knuckles turned white as she gripped the steering wheel, and her lips twitched slightly. For a moment, she didn't know what to say.

She turned her head and glanced at Yang Guang, her eyes clearly saying: Are you sure this is a proper monk?

Yang Guang ignored her gaze, his face darkening as he looked directly at Chu Sheng, and said irritably, "How can you, a monk, use such a Buddhist name?"

"Didn't your master say anything to you?"