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

Introduce yourself!

This is the most basic rule in Taoism, to show respect to the City God, and it is essential to give him full face.

Yang Guang carefully placed the incense stick in his hand into the broken incense burner.

Take half a step back.

Quickly form hand seals and step into the Seven Star Steps.

He shouted, "Disciple Yang Guang has something to ask you!"

"When Yin and Yang intertwine, gods and demons manifest!"

"Please summon the City God to come out and see us!"

The sound echoed through the empty, dilapidated temple, even causing a few dust particles to fall from the broken roof tiles.

then.

And that was the end of it.

The dilapidated temple was deathly silent.

Not even a single insect chirping could be heard outside.

The three incense sticks burned quietly, their wisps of smoke rising straight up, perfectly still.

The clay statue on the altar remained as dusty and unresponsive as ever.

Yang Guang was stunned.

Chu Sheng stared at him with his small eyes from behind for a long time, then asked, "Brother Guang, is your signal bad?"

"Is the City God not home, or has he blocked you?"

Yang Guang glared at him: "Shut up!"

He formed the hand seal again.

This time, they even used the blood of the Celestial Master, biting their middle finger and flicking a drop of blood onto the statue.

"Heaven and earth are boundless, and the universe borrows their power!"

"Celestial Master Yang Guang respectfully requests the City God to manifest his divine power!"

silence.

It was still deathly silent.

Yang Guang finally couldn't hold back anymore.

He put his hands back in his pockets, his brows furrowed, staring intently at the statue.

Not right.

Something's really wrong!

The fact that the local earth gods within a hundred miles of Zhou Laoliu's gravesite had disappeared was already strange enough.

He came to the City God Temple to ask the City God about the situation.

After all, the City God is the supreme ruler of this region, and he couldn't possibly be unaware that his subordinates had been missing for decades.

But now?

The City God Temple was spotless, without a trace of divine presence!

Yang Guang strode to the statue, pointed his fingers like a sword, and tapped it directly on his forehead.

The Heavenly Eye Opens!

He stared intently at the interior of the City God statue.

Cold, lifeless clay.

There wasn't a trace of incense, spiritual power, or divine charm inside!

If a deity is simply going out to do something or leaving the temple, some of their divine essence will remain in the statue.

But there's nothing here!

It was so clean it looked like it had been forcibly erased!

Even the spiritual energy in the earth's veins has been drained!

How could this happen?

Yang Guang gasped.

The land is disappearing!

The City God is not here!

The entire pantheon of gods in Fengdu seems to have been uprooted!

Just how big a bomb is hidden beneath Fengdu?

"Brother Guang, what's going on?"

Chu Sheng dropped his carefree demeanor, his 250-pound frame shifting closer, a hint of seriousness flashing in his small eyes: "Could it be that the City God has also run away?"

Yang Guang took a deep breath.

Turning to look at the vast darkness outside the door, his voice sank to the bottom: "We're not running away."

"It's gone."

"Even the City God has disappeared."

Chu Sheng gasped, "Holy crap?"

"Can even gods be destroyed?"

Just then.

Er Lengzi, who had been wandering around in the weeds outside the door, suddenly started barking wildly.

"Woof woof woof!"

"Woof woof!"

Accompanied by Er Lengzi's barking, the atmosphere in the dilapidated temple suddenly became tense.

Yang Guang frowned and turned to look at the door.

"What are you yelling for?"

He was just about to step out and see what this stupid dog was up to this time.

The result came at this very moment!

Suddenly, the statue of the City God behind them emitted a faint golden light.

Followed by.

A somewhat ethereal figure slowly floated out from the dilapidated clay sculpture.

The figure was dressed in the robes of an ancient official, with a black gauze hat. Although his divine light was restrained, his whole body exuded an air of majesty.

Its appearance is seven or eight parts similar to that clay statue of a god!

Yang Guang stopped in his tracks.

The simpleton outside the door stopped yelling. His heterochromatic eyes, one gold and one blue, were wide open, and he forgot to retract his lisp.

The figure stood atop the offering table, looking down at Yang Guang and Chu Sheng, his voice deep and resonant like an ancient bell echoing in the dilapidated temple: "What brings you here?"

Holy crap?

Is there really a City God?

This place is so deserted, there's not a soul in sight. Are you, City God, just AFK here the whole time?

The moment Yang Guang saw the City God, his already furrowed brows not only didn't relax, but furrowed even more deeply.

Even his solemn and respectful demeanor vanished instantly.

He put both hands into the pockets of his faded sweatpants, and his back slumped slightly.

He reverted to his usual carefree, street-smart demeanor: "Oh, the City God, is it?"

Yang Guang pursed his lips and looked up at the figure in mid-air: "We came here in the middle of the night, but we don't have anything else to do."

"I just came to ask you, where did the local earth god from Zhou Laoliu's graveyard go?"

"Don't tell me you didn't know."

"They've been missing for decades. As their boss, you didn't even realize your subordinate was missing?"

That tone!

That attitude!

This doesn't sound like someone talking to a local city god.

Anyone who didn't know better would think they were thugs bullying and monopolizing the market.

The City God's face instantly darkened, his imposing eyes fixed on Yang Guang, a clear hint of displeasure flashing in them.

"That landowner has already gone out on business."

The City God's voice remained calm, but his tone was much harsher: "It's understandable that he hasn't returned for decades."

"This is none of your business, you mortals."

"Go back to where you came from!"

Done.

The City God didn't even bother to glance at them, and turned around to prepare to float back into the dilapidated clay statue.

Yang Guang's face instantly turned cold.

He stood motionless with his hands in his pockets, and spoke coldly.

"What's wrong?"

"It seems the City God isn't going to give me, Yang Guang, any face?"

These words were spoken.

The air in the entire dilapidated temple seemed to freeze.

The simpleton outside the door was dumbfounded. His intelligent heterochromatic eyes widened instantly, and his eyeballs almost fell to the ground.

What the hell!

What triggered Yang's father?

He's usually quite shrewd when beating up Dog Lord, so why is he so brave in front of the City God today?

how?

Is this how you force yourself to commit suicide?

Does this mean they don't even respect the City God?

Not to mention Er Lengzi, even Chu Sheng, who was standing next to Yang Guang, was stunned for a moment.

But who is Chu Sheng?

He was Master Huineng's last lay disciple!

A master of getting things for free!

If Brother Guang dares to do this, there must be a reason behind it!

Guang is showing off, and I, as his underling, have to keep up with him!

Moreover.

I am a Buddhist disciple, not a Taoist, so I don't need to give face to the City God.

And now that the atmosphere has been built up, we can't afford to mess things up!

Chu Sheng's 250-pound body suddenly thrust forward, his hands clasped together in front of his chest, and his shiny, fat face instantly put on an extremely irritating expression.

He narrowed his already small eyes and looked at the City God in an extremely arrogant and disrespectful tone.

"The City God, right?"

"I advise you to give Brother Guang some face!"

"Don't be ungrateful!"