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

Yang Guang was truly speechless.

He brought this fat guy along hoping he could help analyze the situation, but the guy just ended up being a 250-pound human backdrop the whole time.

I watched something that turned out to be meaningless.

Yang Guang reached out and slapped Chu Sheng's bald head.

"Can't you learn something useful?"

"It's one thing for a Buddhist disciple to be ignorant of feng shui and geomancy, but your master, Master Huineng, was a highly accomplished monk. Didn't he teach you any other skills?"

Chu Sheng's head swayed from the slap, but he wasn't angry at all. He grinned and said, "Brother Guang, my master said that everyone has their own area of ​​expertise."

"My specialty is performing rituals to help the deceased find peace."

"Look at those ghosts, no matter how fierce or powerful they are, they are all gone in the time it takes to sing a song when they come to me."

"The business of feng shui is within the scope of your Taoist practice."

"This humble monk will not steal a job."

Yang Guang glanced at him sideways.

That makes a lot of sense.

Your method of performing the ritual for the deceased is indeed quite skillful, but it's too abstract.

Forget it.

It's better to hope that the fat guy suddenly understands something than to hope that the simpleton suddenly gets it.

Speaking of Er Lengzi.

Yang Guang looked down.

Good guy.

This thing was lying behind a grave mound, its front paws digging rapidly, sending bits of dirt flying backward like an excavator.

"What the hell are you doing?"

Yang Guang kicked him.

Er Lengzi was kicked and turned around, still holding a bone of some unknown object in his mouth.

Those heterochromatic eyes, one gold and one blue, blinked innocently twice.

"Dad Yang, I smelled something underground, so I dug around a bit."

Yang Guang reached out and pulled the bone out of its mouth.

I looked at it carefully.

Thankfully it wasn't human bones, otherwise he would have been sharpening his knives at the husky today!

Yang Guang threw the bone away disdainfully: "I sent you here to help, not to dig up graves!"

"If anyone sees you, you'll be on the news tomorrow."

Er Lengzi stuck out his tongue, looked aggrieved, and lay motionless on the ground.

Zhou Laoliu floated by, watching the group of man, dog, and monk, and couldn't help but mutter, "Master, your team's composition is a bit too complicated, isn't it?"

"A fat monk who can rap."

"A husky that digs up graves."

"Plus a Taoist priest who can't even protect his own property."

"If you guys were on a variety show, you wouldn't need a script."

Yang Guang kicked Zhou Laoliu.

Although kicking a ghost doesn't cause any real harm, it's still a gesture.

"Didn't realize you, old bastard, knew so much?"

Zhou Laoliu chuckled, his face full of pride: "Of course, Celestial Master, don't underestimate me just because I'm an old man, I have a young son."

"My son is so good at making money, can't I at least enjoy life?"

"I'm not bragging, but when it comes to surfing the internet, these young people these days might not be as adept at it as I am!"

"..."

Go ahead and be proud of your wild ways.

But judging from the fact that you managed to fool dozens of old ladies, it seems that today's young people are really no match for you.

Who the hell can be as wild as you?

Yang Guang didn't bother to waste words with him, grabbed him, and stuffed him directly into Er Lengzi's bell.

They even sealed off the bell for him.

How dare you act all high and mighty in front of a single person?

Now let's see if you'll still act recklessly!

He turned and walked toward the dirt road.

What needed to be seen has been seen, and what needed to be investigated has been arranged for Sister Hua to investigate.

Although I can't think of an answer right now, it's definitely not a good thing.

Yang Guang led Chu Sheng and Er Lengzi back along the dirt road.

Moonlight spilled onto the overgrown path, and the headlights of a pink electric scooter were still on in the distance. Old Jia Youcai was probably happily drinking goji berry water in his car.

Yang Guang had his hands in his pockets, still thinking about the cemetery.

Chu Sheng followed behind Yang Guang. The 250-pound mountain of flesh stepped on the dirt road, each step leaving a shallow pit in the ground.

It took about two minutes to walk.

Chu Sheng suddenly rubbed his hands together, moved closer to Yang Guang, and his chubby face was full of a fawning smile.

"Brother Guang."

Yang Guang didn't even turn his head: "What?"

Chu Sheng chuckled twice, his voice full of anticipation: "Can we go back for a late-night snack now?"

Yang Guang suddenly stopped in his tracks.

He turned his head and looked at Chu Sheng with disbelief.

It's the middle of the night.

I went to the cemetery.

The fat guy did nothing the whole time, and we didn't see anything; he just served as a 250-pound human backdrop.

Now look what's happened.

The first thing that comes to mind when you leave a graveyard is food.

Is there anything else in your brain besides eating?

Without saying a word, Yang Guang raised his leg and kicked.

Right in the middle was Chu Sheng's round, bulging belly.

But when he kicked it, it felt like he had kicked a fully inflated ball.

Chu Sheng's belly was incredibly elastic, and Yang Guang's foot was bounced back.

Chu Sheng remained motionless, even patting his stomach, making two muffled "thump" sounds.

Yang Guang's toes were a little sore.

Yang Guang pointed at Chu Sheng's greasy, chubby face with annoyance: "Eat, eat, eat!"

All you do all day is eat!

"Look at your physique!"

"If you keep eating, Jia Youcai's Pink Memory car will be totaled!"

"I won't care if that old man fights you to the death!"

Chu Sheng clasped his hands together, looking completely innocent: "Brother Guang, this humble monk was just hungry from working."

"What work did you do?"

Yang Guang's face darkened: "You only sang one song during the memorial service tonight; the rest of the time you were just a spectator!"

"You yourself said in the graveyard just now that you couldn't see anything!"

"You're just a 250-pound human-shaped ornament!"

"Want some late-night snacks too, you little decorative item?"

Have you ever seen a decorative object that needs to eat?

Chu Sheng was speechless after being rebuked, but the longing in his small eyes did not diminish in the slightest.

He rubbed his hands together and asked cautiously, "So... Brother Guang, just one bowl of noodles?"

"No!"

"Half a bowl?"

"roll!"

"Go hungry today, and tomorrow you'll go with Jia Youcai to that Boss Chen's place."

"When you're on someone else's turf, they'll provide you with food."

"Isn't it better to get something for free?"

Freebie?

Upon hearing those two words, Chu Sheng perked up completely.

A smile instantly bloomed on his chubby face, like a sunflower seeing the sun.

The 250-pound mountain of flesh bounced on the spot, causing the ground to tremble.

"fragrant!"

Chu Sheng clasped his hands together and nodded repeatedly, "Brother Guang is wise!"

"This humble monk is an expert at getting things for free!"

"Back in my master's time, this humble monk survived by freeloading meals from the neighboring temple!"

"One meal is enough for three temples!"

"Later, the three temples joined forces and reported me to my master, who then had no choice but to take me down the mountain."

Yang Guang's lips twitched.

Good guy.

These aren't disciples, they're a swarm of locusts!

Three temples filed a joint complaint?

You, Chu Sheng, have truly brought honor to Buddhism!