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

Yang Guang rolled his eyes, pulled a soul-searching talisman from his pocket, and tossed it forward: "Li Qian, lead the way, don't dawdle."

"It's almost time for the rooster to crow."

"If I'm digging a hole in the hill behind the hospital with a shovel as soon as it's light, I'll definitely be arrested as a grave robber!"

"My dear daughter, go to sleep right now!"

Done.

Under the cover of night, Yang Guang and the ghost quickly left the hospital gate and plunged into the dark back mountain of the hospital.

The back hill is not large; it is mostly overgrown with weeds and a few old locust trees.

But the dew is very heavy at night.

A gust of cold wind blew, and the chilling air was even more intense than the air conditioner on full blast.

Li Qian floated ahead, landing lightly beneath a dead locust tree that required three people to encircle, pointing to the black muddy ground below, covered by weeds.

"The Celestial Master is buried about a meter deep down below."

Yang Guang looked in the direction of the gesture.

This dead locust tree happened to grow at the eye of an extremely yin energy vein on the back mountain, effectively drawing all the yin energy from this area.

No wonder Li Qian has been able to cultivate the demeanor of an extremely powerful and vengeful ghost over the past few years by raising corpses in such a place.

Yang Guang stood under the dead locust tree and looked around.

There wasn't even a single branch on the ground.

He put his hands in the pockets of his faded sweatpants and turned to look at the translucent Li Qian.

"I'm telling you, big sister."

"When you were buried, didn't you leave a shovel or something nearby?"

"In the middle of the night, you expect me to dig a hole for you with my fingernails?"

Li Qian floated awkwardly in mid-air, fidgeting with the hem of her clothes.

"Master Celestial, I was already dead back then, how could I have prepared tools for my crime?"

Yang Guang rolled his eyes.

But he still obediently circled around for a while, and finally pulled out a broken plank and a rusty steel bar from the grass and started digging.

As he dug, Yang Guang complained.

"These hands of mine were originally meant for holding my wife."

"Now look what's happened."

"I got a taste of what it's like to work on a construction site."

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Yang Guang took the rusty steel bar and drew a cross on the black soil under the dead locust tree.

Then they started digging downwards, huffing and puffing.

He was digging while muttering curses under his breath.

"That ugly freak is a lunatic too, why did he dig such a deep hole to bury a dead body?"

"Does he have squirrel blood?"

They dug for more than half an hour.

Yang Guang was covered in sweat, and his faded sports jacket was stained with black mud.

"Ding!"

The steel bar finally hit a hard object.

We've arrived.

Yang Guang threw away the steel bars and used his hands to clear away the surrounding loose soil.

Beneath it lay a tattered, rotten, and blackened straw mat.

Inside the straw mat was a stark white skeleton.

When Li Qian saw her own remains, her eyes reddened, and she was about to burst into tears of blood again.

Yang Guang quickly held up one finger.

"Stop!"

"Don't cry."

"There's no point in crying anymore. My jade bottle is full now, and there's nowhere for you to store it."

"Don't you know that wasting resources is shameful?"

Yang Guang took out a yellow talisman from his pocket.

He brought his right index and middle fingers together, pinched the yellow talisman, and shook it violently.

"boom!"

The yellow talisman spontaneously combusted without a flame.

"Dust to dust, ashes to ashes, keeping this body is just suffering."

"I'll cremate you for free today, young master."

Yang Guang flicked his finger.

The burning flame landed directly on the straw mat.

This is no ordinary fire.

This is the Taoist Samadhi True Yang Fire.

The moment they touched the bones.

The originally stark white bones were instantly ignited, emitting a soft "crackling" sound.

The malevolent and malevolent energy attached to it was also burned away by this extremely yang fire, turning into wisps of black smoke and dissipating into the air.

Less than five minutes.

A complete skeleton was burned into a pile of grayish-white ashes.

Yang Guang filled the soil that had just been dug out back in and covered it up.

This is not finished.

He patted the mud off his hands and led Li Qian toward the sunny slope on the other side of the mountain.

"The feng shui here is good; it faces the sun and has auspicious energy coming from the east."

"I'll bury you here. Hope you'll be reborn into a good family in your next life, and stop being so love-struck."

Yang Guang casually dug a small hole over there.

They used a broken wooden board to carry the ashes over and pour them in, creating a small mound.

After doing all this.

Yang Guang finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Alright, that's a wrap!"

He turned to look at Li Qian, his hands forming a hand seal, and his mouth rapidly chanting the Rebirth Mantra.

As Yang Guang pointed out.

A golden light instantly enveloped Li Qian.

Li Qian's previously gloomy expression instantly became serene.

The blue and white hospital gown she was wearing gradually turned into a clean white dress.

"Thank you so much, Celestial Master, for your great kindness and virtue."

Li Qian bowed deeply to Yang Guang.

Yang Guang waved his hand: "Hurry up, hurry up, I won't be responsible for the taxi fare if we miss the No. 2 bus to the underworld."

Then, still feeling uneasy, he added another word of advice.

"Oh, right."

"After you go down there, if you encounter any underworld officials questioning you, never mention my name, Yang Guang."

Li Qian was taken aback: "Why?"

"If I make an offer, can I get in through connections?"

Yang Guang's face darkened: "What back door my ass! My father owes the underworld a mountain of good deeds."

"If you mention me, I'm afraid they'll lock you up in the same cell as those vengeful ghosts."

Li Qian trembled with fear.

He nodded repeatedly, then transformed into a beam of white light and disappeared into the ground.

After seeing Li Qian off.

The sky was already beginning to lighten with the first hint of dawn.

It's almost dawn.

Yang Guang slumped down on the grass on the hill, lying in a starfish position.

"Oh my god, I'm exhausted."

Even the donkeys in the production team don't work this non-stop!

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Yang Guang touched the heavy Ghost Fang and Ghost Tear in his pocket.

His mouth immediately stretched into a wide grin that reached his ears.

"Hehehe."

"This is a huge windfall."

"I'll go back and refine them into ghost pearls, then sell them on the black market. My wife will be more fulfilled now."

"We're one step closer to our grand goal of having many branches and leaves!"

As Yang Guang sat on the hilltop, he suddenly remembered something else.

He reached into his inner pocket and pulled out a black talisman with strange runes drawn on it.

Sister Hua.

That unfortunate senior who died in the fire twenty years ago has now willingly become Yang Guang's ghost servant.

Previously, the Earth God and the City God suddenly disappeared.

This whole thing has a weird vibe about it.

Yang Guang then sent Sister Hua to investigate secretly.

This departure lasted for several days.

"Could she have taken my company money and gone on her honeymoon?"

Yang Guang muttered something to himself.

However, he wasn't worried about Sister Hua's safety.

Sister Hua carries a talisman she drew herself; if it is triggered by danger, she will definitely sense it.

The talisman hasn't moved yet, which means everything is fine.

Moreover.

Sister Hua was still holding the soul-hooking rope, the underworld artifact she had given her.

Even if you encounter a tough, vengeful ghost, one lash of the rope will make it call you ancestor on the spot.

"no."

"It's been several days already, I need to bring her back and ask her how she is."

Yang Guang held the black talisman with strange runes drawn on it, his index and middle fingers together, and muttered a few words.

"Heaven and earth are boundless, and my voice travels a thousand miles. Sister Hua, Sister Hua, please respond if you receive this, please respond if you receive this, over!"