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

Yang Guang glanced around at the excited ghosts outside the door, and finally his gaze fell on A-Qiang.

He looked the guy up and down; he was a security guard in life, but now he was impersonating the City God.

I couldn't help but gasp in amazement.

This really shows that ordinary people can shoulder great responsibilities.

Yang Guang smiled and patted A-Qiang on the shoulder, saying earnestly, "A-Qiang."

"You were quite the security guard, weren't you? You even got promoted to City God after you died?"

"I believe in you."

Ah Qiang chuckled dryly; he certainly didn't dare claim to be some kind of City God.

He can't bear the consequences of that karma.

So he said in a panic, "Master Celestial, please don't joke around. I don't want my soul to be scattered!"

"Alright, alright!"

Yang Guang's voice suddenly became solemn, echoing throughout the dilapidated temple: "I will investigate this matter thoroughly."

"But before that, you'd better keep an eye on these devils."

"Once I've investigated this matter thoroughly, I'll reward you for your service and arrange for your reincarnation!"

"Is there a problem?"

The ghosts outside the door were all excited.

Thirty years!

They finally saw a glimmer of hope!

One by one, they all bowed down to Yang Guang.

Ah Qiang was so excited he trembled. He straightened up abruptly, bowed deeply to Yang Guang at a ninety-degree angle, and said in a loud, clear voice, "No problem, Master!"

"Mission accomplished!"

Yang Guang looked at the excited wandering ghosts in front of him and raised his hand to press them down.

He gestured for them to be quiet.

He cleared his throat, his voice not loud, but it reached the ears of every ghost clearly.

"Alright, listen to me."

"Keep doing what you were doing before."

Yang Guang pointed to the desolate, overgrown field outside the dilapidated temple: "If any new people come here, or get lost, whether they are just dead wandering souls or lost ghosts who don't know where their homes are, you all bring them here."

"I'm going to set up a formation for you right here today!"

"As long as you remain within the boundaries of this City God Temple, I assure you, even if real underworld officials came, they wouldn't be able to forcibly break in and take you away!"

These words were spoken.

It was like pouring a ladle of cold water into a pot of boiling oil; all the wandering ghosts and spirits exploded.

"The Celestial Master is mighty!"

"Waaaaah, we're saved!"

"Thank you, Celestial Master!"

The gratitude of hundreds of ghosts transformed into pure spiritual energy, flowing towards Yang Guang like a gentle stream.

Although small, they add up.

Yang Guang felt that his Celestial Master tablet had become warmer and more lustrous.

pity.

It means there is no merit.

Yang Guang ignored the wailing and crying ghosts, and instead turned to look at A-Qiang, who was still standing there in a daze.

He put his hands back in his pockets and nudged A-Qiang's leg with his toe.

Ah Qiang jumped, looked up sharply, and asked cautiously, "Celestial Master?"

Yang Guang said calmly, "Qiang, you'll have more responsibilities from now on."

"I'll leave this to you for now."

"Um!"

Ah Qiang's sense of responsibility from his time as a security guard was rekindled once again.

He took a deep breath, straightened his back abruptly, and nodded emphatically to Yang Guang: "Rest assured, Celestial Master!"

Yang Guang nodded in satisfaction, then turned to look at Chu Sheng, who had been standing by as a background figure.

"Fatty, don't just stand there, come and lend a hand."

Yang Guang beckoned to him with his finger: "Does your Buddhist sect have any powerful formations?"

"Lay up some armor here, the thicker the better!"

Upon hearing this, Chu Sheng immediately tucked his large porcelain cup into his waistband.

The 250-pound mountain of flesh approached, his face beaming with a confident smile: "Amitabha, Brother Guang, you've come to the right person!"

"Brother Guang, just you wait and see!"

Chu Sheng chuckled and pulled a palm-sized Bluetooth speaker from his large monk's robe.

Chu Sheng placed the small speaker on the offering table.

He then pulled out several strings of Buddhist prayer beads that looked quite old and hung them on the beams in the four corners of the dilapidated temple.

Then he sat cross-legged on the ground, put his hands together, and closed his eyes.

next second.

DJ music started playing from the Bluetooth speaker, and Chu Sheng even shouted a few lines himself.

This scene made all the wandering ghosts present widen their eyes in astonishment.

more than this.

His eyeballs even popped out.

Holy crap!

I've really had my eyes opened today!

What kind of skill is that?

But at that moment they also noticed that the several strings of Buddhist prayer beads hanging on the roof beams had all suddenly lit up with a soft golden light.

The golden light spread out like ripples on water, forming a visible golden dome above the entire roof of the City God Temple.

A solemn, peaceful, yet extremely domineering aura instantly enveloped the entire dilapidated temple.

The wandering ghosts outside the door felt warm all over when they were bathed in the Buddha's light, and their souls became more solidified.

Yang Guang's eyes twitched as he watched.

Good guy!

You call this layered armor?

This is like turning someone's turret into a fountain!

However, Yang Guang was not idle. He took out a stack of brand-new blank yellow paper talismans from his cloth bag.

Bring your right index and middle fingers together and bite the tips of your fingers.

As soon as the crimson blood of the Celestial Master appeared, Yang Guang didn't even bother using cinnabar.

Using blood as ink, they wrote their lines on that stack of yellow paper, creating a vibrant and dynamic effect.

His movements were as fast as lightning, his fingers tracing across the yellow paper, leaving behind golden runes imbued with immense spiritual power.

With a low shout from Yang Guang, the stack of drawn talismans in front of him instantly shone with golden light.

Then, as if it had eyes, it automatically flew to all directions of the City God Temple.

Each talisman was precisely pasted into a hidden corner of the abandoned City God Temple.

With each new poster, the atmosphere of the dilapidated temple becomes more stable.

The Buddha's light forms the top, and the Taoist talisman forms the foundation.

The two distinct yet equally powerful forces of Buddhism and Taoism merged perfectly at this moment.

An invisible barrier rapidly spread outwards from the City God Temple.

After a flurry of activity...

Yang Guang was also exhausted, with sweat beading on his forehead.

He straightened up, wiped his sweat, looked at the impregnable City God Temple in front of him, and nodded in satisfaction.

Now, forget about underworld officials; even if a ghost king came, he'd be in deep trouble trying to break in.

Yang Guang breathed a sigh of relief.

however.

He hadn't caught his breath yet.

Suddenly, a rustling sound came from the grove outside the dilapidated temple.

Followed by.

A black and white figure darted out of the woods like a cannonball, heading straight for Yang Guang.

"Awoo!"

Er Lengzi wagged his tail, his face full of self-satisfaction.

Before Yang Guang could ask what was going on, he saw a disheveled figure scrambling out of the woods behind Er Lengzi.

It was that old man, Jia Youcai!

However, Jia Youcai's appearance at this moment was truly appalling.

His hair was sticky and glued to his scalp, and his body was covered in mud.

His clothes were torn in several places, and he exuded an indescribable sour smell.

When he saw Yang Guang, it was as if he had seen a relative.

Tears streamed down my face in an instant.

Jia Youcai pointed to his face, trembling, and cried his heart out: "Brother, I... I'm not clean anymore!"

"Can't you even control your silly dog?"