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

A few muffled "plop" sounds.

The evil techniques that the seven heretical cultivators had practiced for decades were instantly and completely destroyed by Yang Guang.

The meridians are severed.

He can forget about ever touching any mystical magic again in this lifetime.

"My cultivation level!"

The bald, evil cultivator lay sprawled on the ground, his face deathly pale, wailing in despair.

At this moment, Chu Sheng also stopped his rapping and walked over carrying a large porcelain cup.

"Amitabha."

"Brother Guang, these people have been completely transformed by my Buddhist teachings."

"Look how sadly they are crying; they are repenting."

Yang Guang rolled his eyes, stepped forward, and stomped directly on the bald evil cultivator's chest.

"Repent my ass!"

"Monk, stop standing around and get to work!"

"Robbery!"

Yang Guang stretched out his hand to the seven evil cultivators on the ground: "Take out all your cell phones!"

"I went to so much trouble to remove your evil magic, how could I not charge you a treatment fee?"

The seven heretical cultivators were completely dumbfounded.

Is this something a Taoist priest would do?

They've come to rob us heretical practitioners?

"You...you're robbing me!"

The tall, thin man clutched his broken arm, furious.

Yang Guang gave Er Lengzi a wink.

"You idiot!"

"This kid's not cooperating, let him taste a dog's tooth!"

Er Lengzi understood immediately and rushed to the tall, thin man.

It opened its blood-red maw, which had just devoured a hundred demons and still reeked of a foul stench.

"Woof!"

Just a few centimeters away, those gleaming white fangs were about to bite into the tall, thin man's neck.

"I'll pay!"

"Can't I just pay it back?!"

The tall, thin man was so frightened that he wet his pants on the spot. He quickly used his remaining good hand to take out his phone and handed it to Yang Guang with trepidation.

Yang Guang snatched the phone and skillfully opened WeChat and Alipay.

"What's the password?"

"666666".

"You poor bastard, only three thousand yuan!"

Yang Guang curled his lip and directly transferred the money into his newly bought, far ahead-of-the-line mobile phone.

The transfer of money wasn't the end of it.

Yang Guang casually cleared all the payment records from the tall, thin man's phone.

He turned to look at the bald, heretical cultivator.

"and yours?"

The bald, evil cultivator trembled all over, tears streaming down his face.

This is outrageous!

They are evil cultivators, ruthless killers who don't even blink an eye!

Today, not only was I badly beaten by a high school student, but I was also robbed in front of him.

But this kid's methods are too damn ruthless, and that dog is even worse.

The bald, heretical practitioner could only humiliatingly pull out his phone and unlock the password.

"Five hundred thousand?"

Yang Guang's eyes instantly lit up like two-thousand-watt searchlights: "Old man, I didn't realize you were such a big shot!"

"It's all mine!"

A series of smooth and effortless operations.

Yang Guang devoured all the savings of these seven evil cultivators, not even leaving behind the loose change in their pockets.

He stuffed them all into his pocket.

The seven evil cultivators lay sprawled on the ground, their faces bruised and swollen, utterly despondent.

All the pockets of his clothes were turned inside out.

They are now worse off than beggars, having completely lost everything.

Just as Yang Guang was watching his account balance rise steadily with great satisfaction.

Outside the dilapidated bungalow.

Suddenly, a rapid siren blared.

Several riot police vehicles braked suddenly and stopped in the open space outside the bungalow.

The car door opened.

Lin Yue, dressed in a smart police uniform and fully armed, with a gun in her hand, charged at the front with a cold expression.

"Attention all units!"

"Target dangerous, firing is permitted at any time!"

"superior!"

A dozen heavily armed special police officers, carrying riot shields and rifles, stood ready as if facing a formidable enemy.

They cautiously made their way towards the gate of the bungalow.

Lin Yue's heart was in her throat.

There were seven or eight evil cultivators who had also set up a blood-gathering array.

This was definitely the most difficult case she had ever encountered since she joined the police force.

Yang Guang and the others are still inside; what if something unexpected happens...?

Lin Yue didn't dare to think any further.

She took a deep breath and kicked away the already crumbling door frame.

"Don't move!"

"police!"

A dozen or so dark gun barrels were instantly pointed into the house.

however.

When Lin Yue and the group of special police officers saw the scene inside the house.

Everyone froze on the spot, completely stunned.

There was no fierce battle.

There were no menacing evil creatures.

Yang Guang was squatting on the ground, counting a handful of coins he had taken from the evil cultivator's pocket.

Chu Sheng was holding a large porcelain cup and wiping his sweat with his tattered cassock.

The huge husky was lying on the ground, burping.

And those seven evil cultivators who struck fear into the hearts of all.

At this moment, they all looked as if they had lost their parents, their faces bruised and swollen.

His clothes were torn to shreds, and he lay sprawled on the ground like a dead dog.

They saw the police breaking down the door.

The seven heretical cultivators were stunned for a moment.

Then.

A glint of survival suddenly flashed in the bald, evil cultivator's eyes, which had been beaten into a pig's head.

He was even more affectionate than if he were seeing his own parents!

I don't know where the strength came from.

He scrambled to Lin Yue's feet and grabbed her leg tightly.

She burst into tears with a loud "waaaaa".

The crying was even more pitiful than that of a young wife who had suffered a great injustice.

"Officer!"

"You've finally arrived!"

"Arrest me! I'm a criminal!"

Lin Yue was caught off guard by this sudden turn of events and instinctively took a step back.

"What...what are you doing?"

The bald, evil cultivator clung to him tightly, refusing to let go, and cried uncontrollably.

"I confess!"

"I'll confess everything!"

"I stole two electric scooter batteries in the east of the city last month!"

"They were even involved in a cross-provincial fraud last year!"

"I was the one who led the setup of this blood-gathering array in the room. My crimes are heinous; I deserve to die!"

The tall, thin, evil cultivator next to him quickly crawled over and proactively stretched out his hands, gesturing as if he were wearing handcuffs.

"Officer, please arrest me!"

"That Hundred Demons Night Parade Banner was my idea; I was an accomplice!"

"Please, please take us to the police station right now and lock us up!"

"Ideally, a single cell, the kind without visitation rights!"

The other practitioners then joined in, crying and shouting, "We want to go to jail!"

"We will accept the punishment of the law!"

"Take us away now, we don't want to stay here for even a second longer!"

Lin Yue was completely dumbfounded.

The SWAT team members were also dumbfounded.

What's going on?

Aren't these guys outlaws?

There are actually people who actively request a longer sentence, digging their own graves?

Lin Yue was speechless. She turned to look at Yang Guang, who was squatting on the ground, putting the last coin into his pocket.

"Yang Guang".

"What exactly is going on?"

"What did you do to them?"

Yang Guang dusted off his hands, stood up, and looked innocent and righteous.

"Officer, what kind of talk is that?"

Am I the kind of person who causes trouble?

"We're model citizens, full of goodwill!"

Yang Guang pointed to the seven wicked monks on the ground crying and wailing: "They had a change of heart and were deeply moved by the Buddhist teachings of us monks."

"Listen, they are now reflecting on their crimes."

Chu Sheng immediately cooperated by raising one hand to his chest and chanting Buddhist mantras.

"Amitabha."

"Officer Lin, this humble monk just recited a section of the Great Compassion Mantra for them."

"That's good, that's good."