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

Liu Zifan quickly recited an address.

Yang Guang nodded, flicked his wrist, and drew a soul-collecting talisman.

With a flick of his finger, the talisman transformed into a golden light, drawing Liu Zifan's soul into it.

The talisman slowly floated back into Yang Guang's hand.

It's broad daylight.

If Liu Zifan were to float back on his own, he would be roasted to death by the sun before he even got home.

This is the method of the Celestial Master, who can protect him with talismans.

Yang Guang held the yellow talisman and looked around.

Their gazes were immediately fixed on Jia Youcai, who was about to sneak into the police car to enjoy the air conditioning.

"Old Jia!"

Yang Guang shouted.

Jia Youcai shuddered, his old face contorted in a grimace as he turned around: "Oh dear, Master Yang, what's wrong now?"

Yang Guang walked over with a smile.

He shoved the yellow talisman in his hand into his.

"Old Jia, you're just sitting around doing nothing anyway."

"Isn't your pink old man's car parked right in front of the police station?"

"Make a trip."

"Help me take this guy back to his home and fulfill his last wish."

Yang Guang patted his pockets, feigning a pained expression: "I'll give you the travel expenses!"

"Fifty dollars!"

"That's enough for you to have a good meal at a roadside stall!"

Upon hearing the price, Jia Youcai...

His face instantly stretched to a length longer than a horse's.

"Damn it!"

"What do you take me for?"

"Is it a rider or a dedicated delivery person?"

Jia Youcai jumped up and down, cursing, "I'm over seventy years old!"

"In this sweltering heat."

"You expect me to drive my old man's car and be your free laborer?"

"Fifty dollars?"

"Are you trying to fob me off like a beggar?!"

Jia Youcai stretched out one hand, his five fingers spread wide.

"You need to pay more!"

"Even if my leg is broken today, I absolutely will not go if I don't have five hundred yuan!"

When Yang Guang heard that it cost five hundred, his eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

"You're robbing me!"

"Five hundred yuan could buy me a private car and take me round trip!"

"You think it's not enough?"

"Never mind then."

Yang Guang snatched back the yellow talisman: "Making money is so hard these days, I'd better go myself."

"With this fifty yuan, I can add a big chicken leg."

With that, Yang Guang turned to leave.

When Jia Youcai saw this situation, he immediately became anxious.

Fifty yuan may be a small amount, but it's better than not giving a single penny!

Moreover, this Grand Celestial Master is always stingy, so getting him to pluck a hair is harder than climbing to heaven.

"Hey hey hey!"

Jia Youcai quickly grabbed Yang Guang's arm, putting on a shameless smile: "No, brother!"

"With our friendship, talking about money would really hurt our feelings!"

Jia Youcai held up three fingers: "I'll give you a discount, Daoist!"

"three hundred!"

"Three hundred yuan isn't unreasonable, is it?"

Yang Guang didn't even lift his eyelids: "Fifty."

"Holy crap, your bargaining is practically cutting the price in half!"

Jia Youcai stamped his feet in frustration: "Two hundred!"

"I need to work harder too, Daoist Master!"

Yang Guang sneered, "Your old man's a fucking rechargeable battery!"

"I'll only bet sixty at most!"

Jia Youcai gritted his teeth, as if he had made a tremendous decision.

"one hundred!"

"Give me a hundred yuan, Taoist priest!"

"I'll take the talisman right now!"

"If I'm short even a fraction of a cent, I'm leaving immediately. Whoever wants to do this job can do it!"

Yang Guang looked at Jia Youcai's anxious and pale face.

We also know that this old guy has reached his limit.

"make a deal!"

Yang Guang readily pulled a crumpled hundred-yuan bill from his pocket.

This was one of the few cash items he had left in his pocket.

He reluctantly handed it to Jia Youcai.

"Here you go."

"Send him there according to the address."

"After he finishes reading it, burn the talisman quickly and send him on his way. Don't waste any time."

Jia Youcai stuffed the hundred yuan into his pocket.

They seemed afraid that Yang Guang would change his mind.

He happily took the yellow talisman and ran towards the police car not far away.

He kept muttering, "I'm rich! I'm rich! My lunchbox is sorted for tonight."

The extreme tug-of-war between the stingy old man and the money-grubbing Taoist priest.

Chu Sheng and Er Lengzi, who were standing next to him, were completely dumbfounded.

"Amitabha."

Chu Sheng stood with one hand in front of his chest: "Brother Guang's level of stinginess is something I, this humble monk, could never hope to match, even if I recited Buddhist scriptures for a hundred years."

"Woof!"

Er Lengzi nodded in deep agreement.

If I follow this tightwad around, when will my good days ever end?

You have to be mindful of his attitude even when buying a meat bone.

Yang Guang glared at them: "What do you know!"

"That's called reasonable cost control!"

"The head of the household doesn't know the cost of firewood and rice; I still need to save money to get married!"

Just at this time.

Chu Sheng, who was standing to the side, suddenly grinned, and his round, chubby face was filled with a fawning smile that was not quite in line with the demeanor of a monk.

He held one hand in front of his chest and hung the large porcelain cup, engraved with Sanskrit, on his waist.

He stretched out his other hand directly in front of Yang Guang, and rubbed his fingers together with practiced ease.

"Amitabha."

"Brother Guang, look."

"This humble monk has at least run errands for you several times already."

"When we were smashing those little karami just now, I was on the front line. This porcelain cup is almost worn smooth from all the knocking."

"Don't you think I need to pay some salary too?"

Upon hearing this, Yang Guang's expression froze instantly.

He stared wide-eyed in disbelief at Chu Sheng's outstretched, thick hand.

It was as if I had witnessed some wonder of the world.

next second.

Yang Guang was completely furious!

"Holy crap?"

"You're a monk, you think you can talk to me about salary?"

Yang Guang's voice instantly rose eight octaves, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

He's really in a hurry!

I gave Lao Jia that hundred yuan just now because I had no other choice.

After all, this is the middle of nowhere, we can't really make him walk back to deliver the ghost by himself, wouldn't that be a waste of time?

There are still two ghosts here. If we can take care of them, we'll get another 200,000 worth of materials.

Otherwise, would Yang Guang be willing to spend a hundred to have Jia Youcai run errands?

How dare this fatso shamelessly ask me for money?

This is outrageous!

Yang Guang jumped up, pointed his finger at Chu Sheng's nose, and launched into a barrage of insults.

"Hey Fatty, don't you have some kind of misunderstanding about your own position?"

"Can you be compared to Lao Jia?"

"You're eating my food, living in my house, and even the tea leaves you drink are things I pilfered from the school cafeteria!"

"You eat 250 pounds of meat every day, and each meal costs me several times my food expenses."

"What do you need money for?"

"Are you going to use this to buy QQ coins for Buddha?"

Faced with Yang Guang's barrage of criticism, Chu Sheng remained calm and even looked aggrieved: "Brother Guang, you can't settle this score like that."

"Although I eat your food and live in your house, I am also selling my precious physical strength!"

"Look at my body, it's all built up from merit. When I get into a fight, I'm a real fighter."

"We'll see."

"The seasons are changing soon, and I'd like to go to the night market and buy a couple of floral shorts to wear."

"Brother Guang, you can't expect me to run around in this tattered monk's robe every day, can you?"