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

Yang Guang waved his hand and turned to leave.

"I'm working myself to the bone every day, running errands and delivering ghosts, earning a pittance in merit, and I still have to pay off the Yang family's debts. I'm practically a grandson from exhaustion!"

"Are you trying to trap me now?"

"No way!"

"I'm not getting involved in this!"

"Go find whoever you want!"

"Tomorrow at daybreak, I'll buy a shovel, dig up your grave, and scatter your ashes everywhere!"

Looking at Yang Guang's reckless and thuggish behavior of abandoning his responsibilities, one can only feel a sense of awe.

Master Huineng shook his head with a wry smile.

His illusory divine sense rippled slightly in mid-air, and his voice reached Yang Guang's ears directly.

"Little Master Yang, you have no choice but to take care of this matter, whether you want to or not. It's something only you can do."

Why does it have to be me?

Yang Guang snorted coldly, not even turning his head: "If the sky falls, the tall ones will hold it up. I'm only eighteen, still a high school student who needs care!"

"You should leave the thankless task of saving the world to that fatso who throws giant porcelain cups at people!"

Master Huineng raised his eyelids, staring intently at Yang Guang's back, and dropped a bombshell.

"Because beneath this humble monk's physical body lies an evil god."

Yang Guang paused, turned his head, and curled his lip in disdain.

"What happened to the evil god?"

"Even evil gods have to abide by basic laws!"

"Let it turn the underworld upside down if it dares, what does that have to do with me?"

"None of your business."

Master Huineng spoke slowly and deliberately, his voice carrying an irresistible solemnity.

"Because this evil god was born specifically to target you!"

What the hell!

Yang Guang slipped and almost fell off the cliff in the dream.

His eyes widened as if he had heard something unbelievable, staring intently at Master Huineng in mid-air.

"What did you say?"

"They came for me?"

Yang Guang felt his head buzzing and his whole body go numb: "You old bald monk, stop spreading alarmist rumors!"

"Back then, I was just born, and I hadn't even been weaned yet."

"Drawing maps on diapers? What kind of evil spirit could I possibly be attracting?"

"Is it out of its mind, targeting a baby wearing open-crotch pants?"

"This is such a blatant attempt to stage an accident!"

Master Huineng's expression was compassionate, and his voice was so deep that it seemed to penetrate the ages.

"Monks do not lie."

"Back then, this evil god wanted to kill you."

"To save your life, your father defied the heavens and fought this evil god to the death, ultimately forcibly suppressing it underground."

"Even your father's extraordinary magical abilities back then couldn't completely kill it."

"He used up all his trump cards, but could only barely suppress and seal it."

Yang Guang stood there, stunned.

My brain completely shut down.

What kind of outrageous hidden plot is this?

This gossip, after all it's been going on, has somehow ended up affecting me personally?

So, I was born to be the primary target of a max-level boss's hatred?

Did my dad create such a huge mess just to save me?

"Then... what does this have to do with you, you old bald monk, dying here?"

Yang Guang asked, stammering.

Master Huineng sighed, "This matter was entrusted to me by your father."

"Your father found me back then and exchanged a fragment of a Longquan sword for my life."

"I, a humble monk, will pass away here, using my Buddhist golden body and a wisp of my remaining divine consciousness as the sealing array's core, to firmly guard this evil god."

"Just to buy you precious time to grow."

Yang Guang heard this.

His eyes were twitching violently, and his back teeth were almost ground to powder!

He suddenly remembered that unreliable fat monk, Chu Sheng.

So, back then, Dad used a piece of scrap metal the size of a fingernail to buy the life of a highly virtuous monk?!

What kind of master swindler is this?

"No, old monk."

Yang Guang rubbed his stiff face vigorously, looking at Master Huineng as if he were looking at someone with severe intellectual disabilities.

"My old man traded a piece of scrap metal for your life, and you just agreed to that?"

"Your life is worth so little!"

"Even having him top up your phone credit by 200 yuan would be more cost-effective than this!"

"My dad's talents are wasted if he doesn't go into sales!"

The aura of Buddha behind Master Huineng's head dimmed somewhat, as if he was quite choked by Yang Guang's amazing brain circuitry.

But he still suppressed the urge to curse and put his hands together in prayer.

"This is a calamity for all living beings."

"If an evil god is born, it will surely bring devastation to the world."

"Although I am but a humble mortal, I am willing to sacrifice myself to feed the demons. Amitabha."

"But now, the seal is almost breaking down."

Master Huineng suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze fixed on Yang Guang.

"The aura of the evil god has already leaked out."

"Countless evil cultivators have sensed this aura and are flocking to Fengdu City."

"These evil cultivators were originally enemies who came after your Yang family back then."

"They are attempting to break the seal and release the evil god!"

"Once the seal is broken, the evil god will be freed."

Master Huineng emphasized his words, his voice shaking the entire dream world: "You will be the first to bear the brunt!"

"At that time, not only you, but the entire city of Fengdu will be transformed into a living hell!"

"The consequences would be unimaginable!"

Upon hearing this...

Yang Guang was completely flustered!

Damn it!

What do he care about the common people or hell on earth? None of that matters to him!

But once that evil god appears, the first one he'll kill is himself!

No wonder Ghost Hand Seven's disciples came to Fengdu like mad dogs, digging up graves and refining corpses, and trying to find out the truth.

So their real purpose in paving the way was to release the evil god!

This is going to kill me!

Yang Guang, who was just moments ago grateful to his father for saving his life, suddenly broke down in his defenses.

"Damn it!"

"Comrade Lao Yang!"

"You're not buying me time, you're setting a time bomb for me!"

Yang Guang was so anxious he was jumping up and down on the edge of the cliff: "How the hell am I supposed to sleep now?!"

"They're all coming in groups to push down my tower!"

Yang Guang suddenly looked up and stared at Master Huineng in mid-air.

"You old bald monk!"

"Don't just talk about the danger!"

"Since the seal is about to break, tell me what exactly that evil god is!"

"Where are those bastards, Ghost Hand Seven, hiding now?"

"How am I supposed to clean up this mess and save my life?"

"I don't want to die!"

"I haven't yet produced an heir for our Yang family!"

The originally dim spiritual consciousness of the monk Huineng suddenly burst forth with golden light at this moment!

The blinding light of the Buddha illuminated the eerie cliffside as if it were daytime.

He abandoned his previous compassionate and helpless demeanor, his old face becoming taut as he looked at Yang Guang with utmost seriousness.

"Little Celestial Master Yang".

"Running away won't solve the problem."

"Only by slaying the evil god can this catastrophe be averted and your life saved!"