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

"Given the situation at your home, this isn't something an ordinary person could create."

"Moreover, it's clear that they want to sever the Lin family's roots."

Yang Guang stared at President Lin, his eyes narrowing slightly: "Think carefully, in the past few years of doing business, have you offended anyone?"

"For example, seizing someone's project, or defaulting on payments, driving them to suicide?"

"Or perhaps she's having an affair, fathering a child out of wedlock, and then coming back to fight for the family fortune?"

Upon hearing this, General Manager Lin was so frightened that he waved his hands repeatedly and shook his head like a rattle drum.

The lady next to him also glared at him.

"No, no!"

Mr. Lin was sweating profusely with anxiety: "Master Yang, although I, Mr. Lin, am a businessman, I have always been honest and upright."

"We will absolutely not engage in forced sales!"

"I don't have any promiscuous relationships outside!"

"I've donated a lot of money to bridge and road repairs, and I've never deducted a single penny from my employees' salaries; they all have their social insurance and housing fund contributions paid in full!"

"I even give them rice, flour, and cooking oil during holidays!"

Jia Youcai, who was eating a big chicken leg next to him, nodded in agreement when he heard this.

"Junior brother, I, Lao Jia, can vouch for this."

"In our old city of Fengdu, Mr. Lin's reputation is absolutely second to none."

"Many people even call him a great philanthropist, and I've never heard of him having any deadly enemies."

"I haven't heard of any incidents of people demanding unpaid wages or causing trouble."

Yang Guang raised an eyebrow upon hearing this.

That's strange.

"Since you have no grudge against them, why would they go to all this trouble to mess with you?"

Chu Sheng swallowed the meat in his mouth, picked up the large porcelain cup engraved with Sanskrit, and took a sip of soup.

"Brother Guang, could it be that Boss Lin has such a good destiny that his business is so big that it has made his competitors jealous?"

"So they spent a fortune hiring a heretical monk to mess with their house's feng shui?"

Yu Zixin held a pair of chopsticks, picked up a small piece of green vegetable, and ate it delicately. She couldn't help but say, "If that's the case, then that's too cruel, isn't it?"

"Would they really resort to such a cruel act against a young woman just for business competition?"

Mrs. Lin's eyes welled up with tears again, and she wiped them away with tissues, pleading, "Master Yang, Master Xiaopang, you absolutely must help us!"

"Ranran is only eighteen years old. She still has to go to university. If she gets entangled with that filthy thing again, how will she survive!"

Mr. Lin was so anxious that he kept rubbing his hands together, unable to sit still.

"Master Yang, what should we do now?"

Upon hearing this, Yang Guang, who had been chewing on the cartilage, suddenly stopped.

He raised his head, a mysterious, cold smile playing on his lips.

"try to find?"

"Do we still need to look?"

The moment those words were spoken, the atmosphere at the dinner table instantly fell silent.

Everyone stared blankly at Yang Guang.

Even the simpleton stopped gnawing on the bone and tilted his head to look at him.

Mr. Lin swallowed hard and asked cautiously, "Master Yang... what do you mean by that?"

Yang Guang slowly pulled out a tissue to wipe his hands, then crumpled it into a ball and threw it into the trash can.

"Haven't they already delivered themselves right to our doorstep?"

Mr. and Mrs. Lin turned pale instantly.

Jia Youcai even dropped his chicken leg on the table, and trembling, squeezed closer to Chu Sheng.

"Bro, don't scare me!"

"Could there be something dirty in this house?"

Just then.

Yang Guang's eyes suddenly sharpened.

His hands suddenly emerged from under the table, his fingertips holding three five-emperor coins covered in verdigris.

With a flick of the wrist, he swung it sharply.

"Swish, swish, swish!"

Three dark golden afterimages shot towards the southwest corner of the restaurant's high ceiling with a whooshing sound.

"Ding! Ding! Ding!"

Three crisp metallic clanging sounds rang out.

The three coins, representing the Five Emperors, were arranged in a perfect triangular shape, firmly fixed to the smooth ceiling.

moment.

The three copper coins burst forth with a dazzling golden light!

Followed by.

Suddenly, a thick cloud of black gas burst forth from that inconspicuous, dark corner of the ceiling.

"what!"

A piercing, shrill scream emanated from the black mist, so loud it made one's eardrums ache and one's teeth ache.

This sudden turn of events startled everyone.

Mr. Lin cried out "Oh my god!" and immediately crawled under the table.

Mr. Lin's wife was so frightened that she collapsed in her chair, her eyes rolled back, and she almost fainted.

Yu Zixin suddenly stood up and pulled an exorcism talisman directly from her pink backpack with her right hand.

Er Lengzi barked loudly, put his front paws on the table, bared his teeth at the ceiling, and drooled all over the table.

Chu Sheng grabbed the large Bluetooth speaker next to him and pressed the play button at maximum volume.

"You audacious monster!"

"How dare you be so insolent before the Buddha!"

Yang Guang snorted coldly, pushed off with his feet, and leaped onto the dining table like an arrow.

"Get down here, you little brat!"

He leaped into the air and grabbed the still churning black mist.

There was a hissing sound.

Yang Guang forcibly ripped the object off the ceiling and slammed it heavily onto the polished marble floor.

Everyone took a closer look.

It was actually a tiny black paper effigy, about the size of a palm!

The paper figure was covered with dense, blood-red runes, which were now being scorched by the intense light of the Five Emperors Coins, emitting wisps of black smoke.

The paper figure has no facial features; only a scarlet eye is drawn on its face.

At this moment, that eye was spinning wildly, radiating a chilling resentment.

"Paper dolls pave the way, painted skins add the finishing touch."

Yang Guang jumped off the table, put his hands in his pockets, and looked down at the struggling paper figure on the ground.

"No wonder that sentient doll ran away so decisively over at the old house earlier."

"So it was you, the mastermind, who was watching all along."

Mr. Lin poked his chubby head out from under the table, sweating profusely as he looked at the paper figure, his voice trembling.

"Master Yang... what the hell is this thing?"

"Has this thing been in our house all along?"

"right."

Yang Guang stepped on the paper figure's arm with his toe: "This is called a paper eye, a contraption used by evil cultivators to monitor their targets."

"As long as it is placed in a dark corner, it can not only see what is happening inside the house, but also communicate directly with the master's spirit through this eye."

Speaking of which...

Yang Guang increased the pressure on his foot.

"Am I right, young master? That cowardly turtle hiding in the back?"

The paper figure on the ground suddenly stopped struggling.

The single, scarlet eye stared intently at Yang Guang, and surprisingly, it emitted a hoarse, unpleasant male voice.

"You stinking Taoist priest... how dare you ruin my plans..."

"You're asking for it!"

The moment that eerie sound rang out, the temperature in the entire restaurant plummeted.

It was as if a cold wind was blowing in from all directions.

Jia Youcai was so frightened that he hid behind Chu Sheng and clung tightly to Chu Sheng's thick waist.

Holy crap!

"The paper cutouts have come to life and are talking!"

Chu Sheng shoved Jia Youcai aside and held the microphone to his mouth with one hand.

"Amitabha!"

"Brother Guang, this brat dares to threaten you."

"This humble monk will now recite the Great Compassion Mantra to shatter its dog's courage!"