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

Zhou Dacheng immediately nodded in agreement, hanging up the phone as if afraid Yang Guang would change his mind.

In the old man's car.

Jia Youcai, who was in the driver's seat, had very sharp ears. He turned his head and glanced at Yang Guang, his face full of a lewd smile.

"Hey bro, we're brothers in arms! You're getting one big order after another."

"Look at this ticket price..."

Yang Guang glared at him: "Old Jia, keep your old man's car running!"

"If you mention money to me again, your share will be deducted from Boss Chen's tea fee!"

"Don't do that!"

"I'm counting on this to go square dancing!"

Jia Youcai quickly stepped on the gas, and the old man's car sped off with another loud fart.

The two people in the front seat were bickering, while Chu Sheng, a 250-pound mountain of flesh sitting in the back seat, hugged the large porcelain cup and touched his shiny forehead.

"Amitabha Buddha, Brother Guang, even dogs can be possessed?"

"Could it be that he drank too much black dog blood and suffered a backlash?"

Yang Guang retorted irritably, "The world is full of wonders. If a monk who can rap can exist, what's so strange about a dog walking on two legs?"

"When we get there, we might as well take Er Lengzi with us and let the two dogs have a cross-cultural language exchange."

About twenty minutes later.

The old man's car stopped on a wild cemetery on the outskirts of the city, surrounded by water on three sides and backed by mountains.

Although it is not as well-organized as a cemetery, the terrain here is open and sunny with shelter from the wind.

Yang Guang, dressed in faded sportswear and canvas shoes, walked at the front with his hands behind his back on the muddy ground.

Boss Chen was clutching a black bag containing the ashes of his three ancestors tightly in his arms.

Like a eunuch serving the emperor, he followed closely behind.

Yang Guang stood halfway up the mountain, looked around, and then stomped his leg hard on the yellow soil beneath his feet.

"Boss Chen, do you see how fast this land is?"

Yang Guang casually drew a semicircle in front of him: "There is light in front, support behind, a green dragon diving to the left, and a white tiger crouching on the right."

"A standard open and spacious layout!"

"Moreover, the Azure Dragon of the East is a flattering term, as it is the direction that governs one's son."

"If you bury your ancestors here, your wife is guaranteed to give birth to a son within a year!"

Upon hearing this, Boss Chen's eyes lit up. He quickly placed the urn on the ground and kowtowed three times towards the yellow earth, exclaiming, "Master, you are truly a divine being reincarnated!"

"This place is great!"

"I want to lie down in there!"

Yang Guang waved his hand: "If you lie down here, who will take care of your wife?"

"Enough talk, Lao Jia, get your hands dirty and begin the burial!"

"Master Dao is here!"

Jia Youcai deftly picked up a small shovel and, together with Boss Chen, began digging in the soil.

For the last Celestial Master, the burial process was simply a matter of placing a few talismans to ward off evil spirits and a basic ritual to appease the auspicious gods of the four directions.

The whole process took less than two hours.

The grave mound was prepared, the talismans were burned away, and everything went smoothly.

On the way back to the city.

Sitting in the back seat of the Maybach, Yang Guang had a heavy bank card shoved into his hand by Boss Chen.

Mr. Chen grasped Yang Guang's hand, tears welling in his eyes: "Master Yang, inside is the final payment of 500,000, plus an auspicious express fee of 88,000!"

"The password is six eights!"

"From now on, if any sons are born into the Chen family, you'll be their godfather!"

Yang Guang stuffed the bank card deep into his sweatpants pocket and patted him on the shoulder seriously: "Boss Chen, no problem."

"Do more good deeds and deduct less from employee wages."

"Your innate good fortune can be further enhanced."

Maybach drove Yang Guang and his two companions directly to the entrance of the most upscale Western restaurant in the city center.

This was the meeting place agreed upon with Zhou Dacheng.

I just got off the bus.

They saw Zhou Dacheng with a group of bodyguards, who were already standing outside the door waiting as if they were welcoming a national leader.

"Master Yang!"

Zhou Dacheng rushed over, taking three steps at a time, and shook hands with him: "Let's go!"

"Let me introduce you to Mr. Zhao, the entrepreneur behind this deal!"

In the most luxurious private room at the back of the Western restaurant.

Push open the door.

I saw a middle-aged man with a slightly balding head, dressed in a sharp suit, drinking coffee like crazy.

His dark circles were as dark as a panda's.

When President Zhao saw Zhou Dacheng enter with a young boy and a fat monk carrying a porcelain cup, he was stunned for a moment.

"Mr. Zhou, is this the master you've been praising to me so highly?"

Mr. Zhao doubted that his eyesight was sufficient.

The young man in tattered canvas shoes, and the monk whose fat body resembled a Michelin tire.

From any angle, they look like a group of people conscripting men to dine and dash.

Zhou Dacheng immediately straightened his face: "President Zhao!"

Judging people by their appearance is a major taboo in Feng Shui!

"This Master Yang truly possesses extraordinary abilities that reach the heavens and the earth!"

"Regarding my father's case, if it weren't for Master Yang's intervention, I'd still be in a mental hospital getting an EEG!"

Seeing that Zhou Dacheng had used his life and fortune as a guarantee, President Zhao finally withdrew his doubts and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Master, money is no object as long as you can solve my dog ​​Dahei's problem!"

Upon hearing this, Yang Guang's smile widened even further.

Yang Guang chuckled, sat down casually on the sofa, and crossed his legs: "President Zhao, you're too kind. Slaying demons and monsters is simply our duty, especially with President Zhou's connection."

"I'll take this job."

"Could you take us to your home first, or do you have any home security camera footage?"

"Let me take a look first, to see if this dog is possessed or has become a spirit."

Upon hearing this, General Manager Zhao felt as if he had grasped a lifeline and nodded vigorously, "Yes, yes, yes!"

"I saved a copy of the video!"

talking.

He pulled out the latest model of Yaoyao Lingxian and frantically opened an app.

He shoved the phone directly in front of Yang Guang, his voice trembling, "Master, look for yourself, I'm not seeing things!"

Yang Guang took the phone and looked down at it.

Chu Sheng, also holding a large porcelain cup, craned his neck and leaned closer.

The two stared at the small phone screen.

The video feed is from the night vision surveillance camera in the living room, and the time displayed is 2:30 a.m.

The huge, luxurious living room was completely empty.

Sudden,.

A large, purebred German Shepherd with glossy black fur emerged from the shadows of the corridor.

But her walking posture is really hard to describe.

Instead of walking on all fours, Dahei stood upright and walked on its two strong hind legs!

Not only that.

The dog also tried to tuck its two front paws behind its back, looking exactly like an old man inspecting his territory with his hands behind his back.

It swaggered back and forth in the living room with such a steady gait.

It even stopped next to the coffee table and stretched out a front paw to poke at the apples in the fruit bowl.

"Holy crap?"

Chu Sheng's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets, and he almost smashed the porcelain cup in his hand on Yang Guang's leg: "Amitabha, Brother Guang, did this dog go to university?"

"In all my years, this is the first time I've ever seen a dog walk with more arrogance than I have."