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

Chu Sheng stared blankly for a full five seconds, his mouth agape.

Then he clasped his hands together, and with a sorrowful expression, uttered a Buddhist chant: "Amitabha, benefactor, your... death is far too undignified!"

"I'd be embarrassed to even write 'died in the line of duty' on your tombstone."

"Their heroic deeds are things like blocking bullets and stopping floods."

"If you fell into a sewer, you'd be laughed at for three years if it made the newspapers!"

Ah Qiang's face was full of grievance: "Do you think I wanted this?"

"All the manhole covers have been stolen, and the road was pitch black. How was I supposed to know there was an uncovered hole ahead?"

Yang Guang took a deep breath.

Fine.

That was certainly a rather hasty way of dying.

"What happens after you die?"

After gathering his thoughts, Ah Qiang continued, "After I died, my soul lingered by that sewer, and eventually came to this local earth god temple."

"The local earth god gave me a travel permit and told me to take it to the City God Temple to report for duty. After completing the procedures, I could go to the underworld."

Yang Guang nodded.

This is the normal procedure in the underworld.

After a person dies, the local earth god is responsible for guiding the soul and issuing a travel permit.

Then the deceased soul takes the guide to the City God Temple to report, where the City God examines his life's good and evil deeds, and then opens the path to the underworld.

Ah Qiang looked up, pointed to the dilapidated statue behind him, and continued, "I came here with my travel permit."

"But when I got to the City God Temple, I found the whole temple was empty, without a single ghost in sight."

"The divine light on the statue of the City God is dim, which looks strange."

Yang Guang interjected, "You noticed the City God wasn't there back then?"

Ah Qiang nodded: "Yes."

"I thought the City God was out on business. After all, he is the City God, so it's normal for him to be busy."

"So I waited outside the City God Temple, and I waited day and night for a full seven days!"

"In these seven days, not only have we not seen the City God, but we haven't even seen a wandering ghost."

Yang Guang's brows furrowed even deeper.

"And then?"

A-Qiang said somewhat embarrassedly, "Later I wondered if the City God had fallen asleep and forgotten the time, so I tried to crawl inside the statue."

"I wanted to see it."

"Who knew that inside this statue was the City God's house?"

"I went in right away."

"But when I went inside, I found it completely empty, there was nothing there, and no trace of the City God."

"But at that moment, something happened outside."

Yang Guang said in a deep voice, "Underworld messengers?"

Ah Qiang nodded vigorously, his voice trembling: "Yes, yes, it was that night when a huge group of underworld officials suddenly appeared!"

"They were carrying chains and iron bars, grabbing anything they saw!"

Yang Guang remained silent with a sullen face.

Obviously.

What happened next was exactly what that old ghost had just described.

But Ah-Qiang's voice continued: "At that time, I was hiding inside the City God Temple, looking out through the statues of the gods."

"When I saw a group of wandering ghosts being chased and had nowhere to run, I didn't think much of it and called them in."

"The City God's house is quite spacious; it could easily fit several hundred ghosts."

"When the underworld messengers reached the vicinity of the City God Temple, they bypassed it and didn't go inside at all."

"It's as if they already knew the City God Temple was empty."

Ah-Qiang swallowed hard, his ghostly face filled with lingering fear: "Those underworld messengers were like headless flies, bumping around everywhere, but they deliberately avoided the City God Temple."

"At that moment, I felt that they weren't on a mission to catch ghosts, but rather to clear the area!"

Yang Guang's expression changed instantly when he heard the words "clear the area".

This is getting more and more interesting.

"And then?"

Yang Guang pressed further, "You've been hiding in this dilapidated temple all this time?"

Ah Qiang nodded with a bitter face: "Yes, Master Tianshi."

"At first we thought it was temporary and that things would be fine once the storm passed."

"But who knew that this hiding would last for decades."

Speaking of which...

Ah Qiang's swollen face revealed a deep sense of powerlessness.

"Over the years, we've also tried sending out bolder ghosts to gather information, hoping to find out exactly what happened back then."

"It turned out that we couldn't leave this area at all."

"It's as if there's an invisible wall that has trapped all of us ghosts within a ten-mile radius of the City God Temple."

Yang Guang frowned.

To draw a line in the sand and imprison oneself?

What kind of tactic is this?

The person behind this is definitely a highly skilled individual who can trap hundreds of ghosts, including many vengeful ones!

"So you've completely given up?"

The old woman's ghost, who had been kneeling at the door, hurriedly spoke up, her voice tinged with excitement: "How could that be!"

"Master Celestial Master, we didn't lie down!"

"For years, we've been secretly investigating the secret behind the disappearance of the Earth God and the City God!"

"But we can't leave, so we can't find anything."

"Moreover, we've long heard that there's a 'Rebirth Service Office' in Fengdu City, which specializes in helping wronged souls like us fulfill our wishes and send us off to the afterlife!"

"We've always wanted to seek help from a Taoist master."

"But we also asked the wandering ghosts outside to go and check on the old town several times."

"But the agency's doors were locked, and we couldn't find anyone there!"

Another ghost, missing an arm, chimed in, "Yeah, yeah!"

"We were almost in despair, thinking the chargé d'affaires had died out!"

"However, we heard recently that the service center for the deceased seems to have reopened, and we're discussing how to get help from them!"

Speaking of which...

The hundreds of ghosts inside and outside the dilapidated temple all focused their gazes on Yang Guang.

His eyes were full of hope.

The old woman's ghostly voice trembled as she looked at Yang Guang and cautiously asked, "Master Celestial, could you please help us with this?"

"Could you please summon the Taoist priest from the agency?"

Yang Guang gave them a deep look and said calmly, "No need to look for it."

"I am the successor of the Office for the Dispensation of the Dead in this generation!"

"boom!"

These words were like a bomb, exploding in the minds of all the ghosts.

They had been searching and hoping for so many years, and just when they were about to despair, the person they were looking for actually came to them in this way.

And they even beat their "City God" half to death first!

This plot is just too fantastical!

But the next second, all of the hundred or so ghosts burst into excited howls, some even crying, "Heaven has eyes!"

"Master Celestial Master, you've finally arrived!"

"Waaaaah..."

"We're saved..."

The dark mass of lonely ghosts kneeling on the ground were all excitedly kowtowing in Yang Guang's direction.

Yang Guang was terrified by the commotion and quickly waved his hand, saying, "Alright, alright!"

"Stop wailing, all of you! Your crying is giving me a headache!"

He cleared his throat, reverted to his usual carefree street hustler demeanor, walked up to A-Qiang, and kicked him in the butt.

Get up.

"Stop lying on the ground pretending to be dead."

A-Qiang scrambled to his feet, looking at Yang Guang with the same eyes he would give his own father.

Although they felt wronged, they dared not utter a single complaint.

This is the Taoist priest from the chargé d'affaires office!

He finally arrived.

Although I got a good beating, at least I saw a glimmer of hope, didn't I?