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

"Amitabha Buddha, well said, well said."

Chu Sheng put away the large porcelain cup, patted the bald head, and said with a compassionate expression, "This wretched ghost has committed grave sins. This humble monk will send him down to be a ghost again, which can be considered a meritorious deed."

Er Lengzi stuck out his tongue and spat twice with a look of disgust: "It's really awful, it tastes like cheap, stale food."

Yang Guang patted the Ghost Fang and Ghost Tear in his pocket with satisfaction, feeling more relaxed than ever before.

"Alright."

"All done, that's a wrap!"

Yang Guang dusted off his hands and patted the Ghost Fang and Ghost Tear in his pocket with great satisfaction.

This is a huge profit.

Chu Sheng turned off the power to the small speaker, tucked the large porcelain cup under his arm, and recited "Amitabha" while holding one hand in front of his chest.

Er Lengzi quickly shook his fur, instantly abandoning his Northeast street thug demeanor.

It stuck out its tongue and stared with its heterochromatic eyes, one gold and one blue, as if it were mentally challenged.

It reverted to being a purebred husky that could only bark.

Yang Guang turned around, put his hands in his pockets, and swaggered toward the villa gate.

outside.

A cool breeze blows through the summer night.

In the courtyard outside the villa, Jia Youcai was holding a broken peach wood sword that he had picked up from somewhere, and pretending to brandish it in front of Zhou Dacheng and that big client, General Manager Zhao.

The old man, Jia Youcai, was wearing a flashy floral shirt, but he was making a finger gesture with his hands.

As he walked the Yu Step, he muttered a rhyme to himself.

"The sky is vast, the wilderness boundless, I, the Daoist, stand here to guard all directions!"

"Don't panic, gentlemen! With Master Jia by your side, all demons and monsters will be doomed!"

Although he shouted it out loud.

But old Deng's eyes, like searchlights, darted around furtively.

Those old, calloused legs were trembling uncontrollably.

Especially after hearing the chaotic noise coming from inside the villa.

Jia Youcai moved his feet next to the driver's seat of the pink electric scooter several times, ready to step on the gas and drive away at any moment.

Zhou Dacheng and General Manager Zhao huddled behind Jia Youcai.

Mr. Zhao is a pot-bellied middle-aged man who usually dominates the business world, but now he is as frightened as a quail.

"Master Jia."

Mr. Zhao wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, his voice trembling: "Why is there no movement inside?"

"Will Master Yang and the others be alright?"

Upon hearing this, Jia Youcai immediately patted his sunken chest, adopting a mysterious and unfathomable demeanor.

"President Zhao, please rest assured!"

"My junior brother's magical powers are boundless; dealing with this little brat is a piece of cake!"

"We'll see."

"I just set up a Heavenly Net and Vajra Body Protection Array for you outside."

"Even if a ghost escapes from inside, I, this Daoist, can obliterate its soul with a single sword strike!"

The voice just fell.

With a creak.

The villa's gate was opened from the inside.

Jia Youcai trembled with fright, and the broken peach wood sword in his hand fell to the ground with a "thud".

He yelled "Awooo!" and turned to run towards the old man's car.

Then I turned around.

Then they saw Yang Guang walk out leisurely, hands in his pockets.

Following behind was Chu Sheng, carrying a large porcelain cup, and the husky with its tongue lolling out and panting.

Jia Youcai took a closer look, and his heart, which had been in his throat, instantly settled back into his stomach.

He quickly slammed on the brakes.

He subtly hooked the peach wood sword from the ground with his toe and held it in his hand, his fear instantly turning into a fawning smile.

He took small, quick steps and approached Yang Guang like a gust of wind.

"Ouch!"

"brother!"

"You've finally come out!"

Jia Youcai grinned so hard his face was all wrinkled, and he grabbed Yang Guang's arm, eagerly taking credit for Yang Guang's actions.

"Brother, I was under immense pressure outside just now!"

"I'm afraid that wandering ghosts from outside might get in and interfere with your ritual."

"I'm all alone, with just a sword, and I've laid a trap in this courtyard!"

"I protected the two CEOs perfectly!"

Jia Youcai rubbed his hands together and winked at Yang Guang, "Brother, even if I haven't done anything special, I've still put in a lot of effort, right?"

"Look at this ticket price..."

Upon hearing this, Yang Guang rolled his eyes dramatically.

Yang Guang didn't even need to calculate; he could guess what was going on in that old swindler's mind with his bare hands.

This guy thinks he's got everything sorted out and is ready to come and split the profits!

You want to take a cut of money from me, Yang Guang?

That's even harder than plucking a peacock feather from a miserly person!

Yang Guang shook off Jia Youcai's hand and laughed, "Old Jia, you've set up quite a unique trap!"

"Your key to the machine isn't on the clutch, is it?"

"If I had come out even a second later, would you have left me without even a tire track?"

Jia Youcai blushed and coughed twice to cover his embarrassment: "Brother, if we see through things but don't say anything, can we still be friends?"

"Besides."

"I'm just preparing for a strategic retreat."

Yang Guang was too lazy to pay attention to this shameless old man.

These two deals made me a fortune, but I'll use all my money for something important.

Whether it's saving money for a wife or supporting your own family, neither of these things doesn't cost money.

Yang Guang bluntly extinguished Jia Youcai's idea of ​​getting a share of the money: "Don't give me that nonsense!"

"I took this job, and I personally performed the exorcism on the ghost."

"You just stood outside in the cool breeze for a bit, and you still want money?"

"No way!"

"There's not even a crack in the window!"

Upon hearing this, Jia Youcai immediately deflated like a punctured balloon.

But he didn't dare to fall out with Yang Guang, so he could only rub his hands together and chuckle awkwardly.

at this time.

Zhou Dacheng and General Manager Zhao also quickly came up.

Mr. Zhao looked anxious and grabbed Yang Guang's hand as if it were a lifeline.

"Master Yang!"

"How is it?"

"My little devil... I mean, my dog..."

"Is it better now?"

Yang Guang subtly withdrew his hand and casually wiped it on his trouser leg.

He put his hands in his pockets, raised his chin slightly, and resumed his aloof and sage-like demeanor.

"Don't worry, Mr. Zhao."

"It was just a minor problem, but it's all taken care of now."

"That evil spirit has been utterly destroyed by me, leaving not even a trace."

Yang Guang pointed to the villa gate: "If you don't believe me, just go in and see for yourself."

"Now that dog is more normal than a normal dog."

Upon hearing this, General Manager Zhao trembled with excitement.

But he was still a little hesitant to go in alone, so he turned to look at Zhou Dacheng.

Zhou Dacheng patted him on the shoulder: "Old Zhao, you can't go wrong trusting Master Yang!"

"Walk!"

"I'll go in with you and take a look."

Only then did Mr. Zhao muster his courage, and he and Zhou Dacheng cautiously entered the villa.

The two were stunned by the sight before them as soon as they entered the living room.

The once luxurious and tidy living room now looks like it has been visited by a demolition crew.

The leather sofa was covered in large footprints...