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

Yang Guang skillfully opened the passenger door and hugged the overly excited Er Lengzi.

back row.

Chu Sheng once again staged that extremely cruel physical traffic jam.

"Creak..."

When Chu Sheng's 250-pound weight pressed down completely on the back seat, the old man's car let out a heart-wrenching groan.

The entire chassis suddenly sank ten centimeters.

Jia Youcai's hands were trembling as he gripped the steering wheel, and a single, cloudy tear even squeezed from the corner of his eye.

"What a tragedy..."

He stepped on the electric switch, and the pink-haired old man slowly crawled towards the City God Temple with a clattering sound.

The atmosphere inside the carriage was eerily quiet.

Chu Sheng, sitting in the back row, was squeezed like a piece of meat in a roujiamo (Chinese hamburger).

He took a deep breath and clasped his hands together, saying, "Brother Guang."

"Why do we have to go to that City God Temple in the middle of the night?"

Yang Guang leaned back in his seat.

He stroked the fur on the silly dog's head and said in a calm tone, "Go verify something."

Chu Sheng asked, puzzled, "What is it?"

You'll find out then.

"oh."

"Okay then."

Chu Sheng agreed and then fell silent.

The main problem is that the car is really small, and it feels cramped when you sit inside. You try to talk as little as possible.

However, in this cramped carriage, Chu Sheng's 250-pound body was subjected to severe abuse.

But his soul was completely elevated at that moment.

He huddled in the back seat, clutching his large belly tightly with both hands, and silently made a vow in his heart.

Once I make it big by following Brother Guang, that's when I'll be able to succeed.

I made a lot of money!

This humble monk must buy a large vehicle!

It has to be a heavy armored off-road vehicle that can fit an elephant!

An extended version is also needed!

Otherwise, having to endure this inhumane physical compression experiment every time you go out would be unbearable, even for Buddha!

So frustrating!

Chu Sheng never wants to experience that feeling of being stuffed into a can like a sardine again for the third time in his life.

This pink old man's car was wobbling around on the muddy road in the suburbs.

There was also a car stereo playing inside the car.

A deafening voice blared from a cheap loudspeaker: "Summer, summer, quietly passing by, leaving behind little secrets..."

Jia Youcai hummed along while shaking his head.

Completely ignoring Yang Guang, whose face was already dark with anger in the passenger seat.

Er Lengzi, lying on Yang Guang's lap, couldn't stand the torture of the sound system any longer, so he tilted his head back and howled, "Awoo..."

"Shut up!"

Yang Guang slapped the simpleton on the head: "If you yell again, I'll throw you out of the car window!"

Er Lengzi covered its mouth with its paws, its heterochromatic eyes, one gold and one blue, filled with resentment.

And so it went, pawing and pawing all the way.

It took a full hour and a half to drive!

An hour and a half!

Riding a shared bike can easily circle half of Fengdu!

As a result, this broken-down car crawled along the road at a snail's pace, even overtaking the food delivery electric bikes on the side of the road eight times!

That speed is like a tortoise reincarnated!

That hour and a half was pure torture; the rickety car made Yang Guang not only mentally exhausted.

People get tired too.

at last.

The flashy old man's car stopped on a deserted road in the suburbs.

There is no road ahead.

"We've arrived!"

Jia Youcai slumped back in the driver's seat with a sigh of relief, wiping the sweat from his forehead: "Brother, we're here. My pink memories are finally over."

Yang Guang didn't say a word.

He pushed open the car door, threw Er Lengzi out, and then scrambled out of the car himself as if his life depended on it.

I stood on the ground and took a deep breath of fresh air.

The rear door was pushed open.

Chu Sheng popped out of the car with a "pop" sound, like an expanded dough ball.

As soon as he landed, he couldn't wait to stretch his fat body, making a series of popping sounds from his joints.

"Amitabha."

"I feel like I've been brought back to life."

Chu Sheng clasped his hands together, his face showing relief at surviving a disaster.

Yang Guang ignored them and looked ahead.

Deep in the overgrown wasteland, a dilapidated building can be vaguely seen.

This is the old City God Temple.

It's said to be a temple.

It's actually just a small, single-story house with a small storefront.

The surrounding area was full of broken walls and ruins.

Not to mention seeing anyone around here, even the nearby farmland has long been abandoned.

The weeds grew taller than Er Lengzi.

Several withered vines climbed over the peeling paint on the walls, and most of the roof tiles were broken, creaking in the cold wind.

It was as desolate as could be.

Looking at the dilapidated scene before him, Yang Guang couldn't help but sigh.

"This place is so dilapidated!"

Chu Sheng peeked around and asked, "Brother Guang, there's not even a place to stand in this place. Can the City God really work in a place like this?"

Yang Guang put his hands in his pockets and shook his head helplessly.

As the birthplace of ghost and spirit culture in China, Fengdu should theoretically be filled with ghost and spirit culture and legends.

Unfortunately.

In Fengdu today, the people there don't care about any unique culture at all.

They're completely obsessed with money.

As a result, they have almost lost all the things passed down from their ancestors.

A place as important as the City God Temple, which governs the balance of Yin and Yang in a region, has been reduced to a wasteland.

There wasn't even a decent road left.

This is absolutely outrageous!

"Let's go in and take a look."

Yang Guang strode forward, wading through weeds taller than his waist, and headed towards the dilapidated temple.

Er Lengzi ran in the lead, sniffing left and right, and every now and then he would lift his leg as if to urinate on the broken stone lion.

As a result, Yang Guang kicked him away.

"You dare to act wildly in front of the City God's gate?"

"Watch out, the City God might appear in your dream tonight and slap you across the face!"

Er Lengzi whimpered pitifully, then tucked his tail between his legs and hid behind Chu Sheng.

Push open that rickety, dilapidated wooden door.

With a "bang".

Half of the door panel crashed to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust, and a strong musty smell wafted over.

By the pale moonlight outside, one could barely make out the scene inside.

The altar was half collapsed and covered with thick cobwebs.

The clay statue of the City God in the very center has long since lost its paint, and his face is no longer clearly visible.

The wooden clapper he was holding broke in two and fell into the mud on the ground. This treatment was a million times worse than that of the playboy Zhou Laoliu.

Yang Guang frowned and stepped forward.

He quickly stepped forward and cleaned up the surrounding trash, kicking the collapsed, rotten wood aside with his foot.

He pulled a piece of yellow paper from his pocket, pinched it between his index and middle fingers, and the paper instantly burst into flames.

Using the light of the yellow talisman, he cleaned away most of the dust and cobwebs from the altar.

Yang Guang took out three incense sticks from his bag, lit them, and his expression instantly became extremely serious.

He held the three incense sticks high above his head.

Respectful attitude.

He bowed three times earnestly.

Then, with hands clasped in a fist and fist salute, he loudly proclaimed, "I am Yang Guang, the successor of the last Celestial Master, the current judge of the mortal realm, and the heir to the Yang family's Office of Rebirth!"

"I apologize for disturbing you so late at night, and hope that Your Majesty will forgive me!"