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

Holy crap?

This is authentic sweet and sour pork ribs, mixed with the domineering aroma of braised pork.

Yang Guang sniffed and followed the smell toward the restaurant.

In the spacious and bright European-style restaurant, Chu Sheng, the fat monk, sat calmly in the main seat, with a large plate of sweet and sour pork ribs piled up like a small mountain in front of him.

He was holding a pork rib in his hand, eating it with gusto.

His shiny bald head reflected the light under the crystal chandelier.

On the left is a large porcelain cup engraved with Sanskrit, which is filled with either tea or soup, I don’t know.

Yang Guang stood there, stunned.

That's utterly speechless.

Damn it!

I was out running around in the middle of the night, racking my brains to outwit and outmaneuver those filthy things, and also racking my brains to find clues.

You fatso, what a mess!

They sat comfortably in the big villa, enjoying the air conditioning and eating a delicious meal specially prepared for the patients.

The key point is that this job comes with an extra charge of 50,000!

This is absolutely outrageous!

Mr. and Mrs. Lin quickly went to greet them.

The noblewoman was holding a plate of freshly cooked roast chicken, which she placed respectfully in front of Chu Sheng.

"Little Fatty, please eat slowly, there's more in the kitchen."

Chu Sheng hastily wiped his greasy mouth, and upon seeing President Lin and the others return, he immediately spat the pork rib bones into the trash can.

He stood up, raised one hand to his chest in a Buddhist chant: "Amitabha."

"Don't worry, Mr. Lin."

"Your daughter just ate a small bowl of rice and is now sleeping peacefully."

"With this humble monk here to quell the unrest, plus those two talismans, let alone a little ghost, even if a fly flies in, this humble monk will deliver it from suffering."

"Absolutely nothing will happen!"

When Mr. Lin heard that his daughter was alright, he finally felt completely relieved.

He clasped his hands together and bowed deeply to Chu Sheng with a face full of gratitude.

"Thanks!"

"Thank you so much, Master Chubby!"

"If it weren't for the presence of several masters, my Lin family would truly be wiped out this time."

Chu Sheng waved his hand, adopting the demeanor of a high monk, and was about to say a few polite words to continue his pretentious act.

Just at this time.

A black and white bolt of lightning shot out from beside Yang Guang's legs.

It was so fast that even the afterimage was not visible.

Er Lengzi, with his four claws flying, leaped onto the dining table like a hungry tiger pouncing on its prey.

It precisely targeted the plate of roast chicken in front of Chu Sheng, which he hadn't even had a chance to touch yet.

It opened its blood-red maw.

"Awoo!" One bite.

Skin and meat, plus half a plate of sweet and sour pork ribs, were all devoured in one bite!

Because it ate so quickly, it didn't even chew; it just stretched and retracted its neck and swallowed it whole.

This is not finished.

After finishing the roast chicken, Er Lengzi licked his lips and glanced disdainfully at Chu Sheng with his heterochromatic eyes, one gold and one blue.

Then he let out a burp at the table and shook his dog hair.

The entire restaurant was deathly silent.

Chu Sheng was still in his pretentious pose with one hand raised in front of his chest, staring dumbfounded at the empty plate in front of him, now only filled with soup.

"Holy crap?"

Chu Sheng's small eyes widened instantly.

The high moral character of the Buddhist monks was shattered on the spot.

He grabbed a large porcelain cup from the table and pointed it at Er Lengzi, cursing loudly.

"You bastard!"

"How dare you steal my livelihood!"

"Don't you have any sense of martial ethics?!"

"This humble monk hasn't finished eating yet. Are you blind? Can't you see I'm talking to my sugar daddy?"

"What kind of skill is it to launch a sneak attack?"

Er Lengzi completely disregarded Chu Sheng's incompetent rage.

It squatted on the dining table and rolled its eyes at Chu Sheng.

"Woof woof!"

Then it turned around, facing Chu Sheng with its rear end, wagged its tail twice in mid-air, and jumped off the table and ran back to Yang Guang's side.

Chu was so angry that his fat jiggled all over, and he turned to Yang Guang to complain.

"Brother Guang!"

"Look at the thing you've raised!"

"Is it hungry?"

"It's just plain despicable!"

"I hadn't even had a chance to lay a hand on it before it devoured everything in one bite! This is unbearable!"

Yang Guang suppressed a laugh and coughed twice in a mock manner.

That damn dog finally did something to please me, letting you, fatso, eat all the food by yourself!

"Old Chu, don't be so stingy."

"Monks are supposed to be compassionate, and this dog just killed a doll that had come to life; it did a great service."

"So what if it ate your chicken?"

"Consider it a reward for those who have made great contributions."

Seeing this, General Manager Lin quickly smoothed things over: "Gentlemen, please don't be in a hurry. Just tell us what you'd like to eat."

"There are plenty of ingredients in the kitchen. I had our housekeeper and my wife keep cooking; there's enough for everyone!"

talking.

Mr. Lin turned and urged the lady to get some more food.

Jia Youcai approached the dining table, unceremoniously picked up a piece of the remaining rib with his hand, stuffed it into his mouth, and mumbled something indistinctly.

"That's right, that's right."

"Master Dog has worked hard and deserves a good meal to nourish his body."

"Mr. Lin, it's the middle of the night, and I think everyone is hungry. How about we prepare some more substantial dishes?"

Yu Zixin shook her head speechlessly. Was this team really here to catch ghosts?

They look like a gang that specializes in freeloading and scamming people out of their money.

Yang Guang pulled out a chair and sat down, casually picking up a tissue from the table to wipe his hands. He nodded and said, "I also think we can eat and chat."

"OK!"

"Then let's eat and chat."

have to say.

Eating in a wealthy person's home is so easy.

Moreover, they had everything one could want to eat in the middle of the night; the nanny managed to prepare a huge table of dishes.

Australian lobster, steamed king crab, garlic oysters, and even a big pot of Buddha Jumps Over the Wall soup bubbling away.

This is what life is all about!

Yang Guang stared wide-eyed.

If this were in the past, he probably wouldn't even have had the chance to smell the meager amount of coins in his pocket.

Chu Sheng was even less polite.

He casually tossed the Buddhist prayer beads behind his neck, rolled up his sleeves, and with a large abalone in his left hand and a large crab claw in his right, he gnawed on it with his mouth full of oil.

"Amitabha."

"The Buddha said that wine and meat pass through the intestines, but the Buddha remains in the heart."

"Mr. Lin, your housekeeper's cooking is really excellent!"

Er Lengzi wasn't going to be left behind.

It squatted directly on the chair, chewing on a tomahawk steak, skin and bone, making a crunching sound as it ate.

Every now and then, he would roll his eyes at Chu Sheng with his heterochromatic eyes, one gold and one blue, as if mocking the fat monk for his unsightly eating habits.

"Woof woof!"

Er Lengzi barked twice and then continued eating with his head down.

Mr. and Mrs. Lin sat opposite each other, looking at this group of three starving ghosts reincarnated, and they had absolutely no appetite.

My daughter was asleep upstairs.

But without finding the mastermind behind it all, how can they possibly enjoy such a feast?

Anyone would be on tenterhooks in this situation.

Yang Guang slurped up a piece of lobster meat, wiped his mouth with a tissue, and turned to look at President Lin.

"Boss Lin, eat up, don't be shy."

Mr. Lin gave a wry smile, his chubby face scrunched up: "Master Yang, how can I possibly eat that?"

"Please analyze this for me quickly, what exactly happened?"

Yang Guang took a big gulp of cola and let out a loud burp: "That's a question for you to answer."