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

Water ghost: "..."

Chu Sheng's rap performance continued.

When the song ended, Chu Sheng even made a gesture of flicking prayer beads.

The rosary beads spun three times on his wrist, each bead gleaming with a faint golden light.

The golden light spread out along the prayer beads, transforming into visible golden ripples that spread towards the water ghosts on the river surface.

The moment the water ghosts were enveloped in golden light, their resentment and yin energy began to dissipate visibly.

Those translucent figures grew fainter and fainter, more and more illusory.

The old water ghost looked down at his dissipating body, then looked up at Chu Sheng, who was still having a blast.

"Holy crap... I was actually given a proper rite of passage?"

"Using shouting and rapping to perform a ritual for the deceased?"

"If the judges of the underworld found out about this, wouldn't they tear up this monk's ordination certificate?"

But no matter how much he complained, the speed at which his body dissipated did not slow down at all.

A beam of golden light descended from the sky, enveloping the water ghosts.

That is the light of rebirth.

The old water ghost sighed and resigned himself to his fate.

"Alright."

"At least someone delivered it to me."

"Although this method of delivery is indeed a bit abstract."

"But it's still better than floating in this broken river."

Done.

Several figures vanished completely in the golden light.

This also included the water ghost that learned a lesson, who was also given a proper rite of passage with tears in its eyes.

The river surface returned to calm.

Chu Sheng silenced the last note, turned off the Bluetooth speaker, took off his headset, and clasped his hands together.

"Amitabha."

"The ritual for the deceased is complete."

Yang Guang looked at Chu Sheng and remained silent for three seconds.

Forget it.

It's nothing unusual; the ghost has indeed been exorcised.

As long as it works, that's fine.

Who cares what method they use?

"nailed it!"

Let's go!

Half an hour later, the principal's Passat stopped downstairs at He Qiang's house.

The group of people went upstairs in a grand procession.

Yang Guang walked at the front, his hands in his pockets, looking nonchalant.

Chu Sheng followed behind, his 250-pound "mountain of flesh" making a creaking sound as he stepped down the stairs.

Er Lengzi was at the very back, his big tail swishing back and forth.

The principal jogged up behind him, talking non-stop the whole way.

"Master Yang, you didn't see when my brother-in-law threw that punch, tsk tsk tsk, that water ghost just collapsed."

"In that instant, my tooth flew out."

"My brother-in-law may not be the brightest, but he's definitely got some skills."

Yang Guang didn't even turn his head: "Principal, your brother-in-law's skills aren't what you call good fighting."

"What's it called?"

"That's called the fisherman being driven to desperation."

"If you were to fly the air force for five consecutive days, you could also unleash that explosive power."

The principal thought about it and realized that it really was true.

We arrived at He Qiang's house.

The door was still open.

The living room lights were on.

The principal's wife and He Qiang's wife sat next to He Qiang, watching over him with anxious expressions.

He Qiang remained in the same position as before.

Holding a bamboo broom in both hands, leaning slightly forward, his eyes fixed on the ground.

It looks like a sculpture.

The door opened.

The two women looked up at the same time, and all four eyes locked onto Yang Guang.

The principal's wife was the first to stand up, taking a few nervous steps: "How is it?"

He Qiang's wife also stood up, her voice trembling, "Qiangzi, he..."

Before Yang Guang could speak...

The principal walked up to her with a relaxed expression and patted his wife on the shoulder: "Don't worry, honey!"

"Master Yang has retrieved my brother-in-law's lost soul!"

The principal's wife was taken aback, then her face lit up with surprise: "Really?"

"Of course it's true!"

The principal puffed out his chest, looking quite proud.

But next second.

His gaze fell on He Qiang, who was still in a fishing pose on the sofa.

His face immediately turned black.

"But it makes me angry just thinking about it!"

The principal pointed at He Qiang, then turned to his wife and He Qiang's wife: "Guess where your brother's soul was lost?"

Both women shook their heads.

The principal took a deep breath: "At Qingshuihe!"

"Still by the river!"

"When we found him, he was still fishing, damn it!"

The principal grew increasingly agitated, his bald head gleaming under the light: "Not only did his spirit go fishing by the river, but he fished there for a full five days!"

"Not a single post in five days!"

"Finally caught one, but it's a dead fish!"

"Then he got so angry that he jumped into the river, pulled a water ghost out of the water with his bare hands, and beat it up!"

The principal's wife and He Qiang's wife exchanged a glance.

The expressions on their faces were priceless.

From bewilderment to confusion, from confusion to shock, from shock to speechlessness.

Finally, their gazes fell upon He Qiang, who was still in a fishing pose on the sofa.

He Qiang's wife's lips twitched, her voice trembling: "He...he's completely out of his mind, still fishing?"

The principal's wife was furious: "Look at the man you've chosen!"

"They'd risk their lives for fishing!"

"Is this even human?"

He Qiang's wife covered her face.

Her feelings are very complicated right now.

On one hand, she was worried about her husband's health, and on the other hand, she wished she could kick him herself.

The principal's wife turned to look at Yang Guang, and this time her attitude was 180 degrees better than before.

"Master Yang, then... is it possible to help him recover quickly?"

He Qiang's wife quickly added anxiously, "Yes, Master, he hasn't eaten for days. If this continues, something really bad will happen!"

Yang Guang nodded.

There was no nonsense.

He pulled a yellow talisman directly from his pocket.

The yellow talisman looked no different from the others, all wrinkled, but the vermilion patterns on it faintly glowed.

This is the soul-gathering talisman that collected He Qiang's soul on the riverbank just now.

Yang Guang took two steps forward, holding the yellow talisman, and stood in front of He Qiang, flicking his finger lightly.

With a "hiss".

The yellow talisman burst into a burst of golden light in the air, and then He Qiang's soul was released from the golden light.

A semi-transparent He Qiang appeared in the living room.

He was still wearing that plaid shirt and that sun hat.

As soon as he came out, he looked around and saw his wife and brother-in-law's family, and then he looked at Yang Guang.

His lips moved, as if he wanted to say something.

He looked like he wanted to say something but hesitated.

Just as he was about to speak, Yang Guang raised his leg and kicked He Qiang in the waist.

"Go back!"

He Qiang's soul was kicked back into his body by Yang Guang.

The whole process was clean and efficient.

It's like playing football.

on the sofa.

He Qiang, who was originally in a fishing posture, suddenly trembled, and the bamboo broom in his hand fell to the ground with a "thud".

then.

As if all his strength had been drained away, he rolled his eyes and collapsed onto the sofa.

"Qiangzi!"

He Qiang's wife was terrified and rushed over, grabbing He Qiang's arm.

The principal's wife also joined in.

The two women stared nervously at He Qiang's face.

He Qiang's face was sallow, his lips were chapped, his eyes were sunken, and he looked completely exhausted.

But his eyes were moving, and the focus was correct.

It is no longer in the same disorganized state as before.

"Wife... wife..."