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

Yang Guang grumbled as he pulled out his phone and scanned the 42 yuan fare.

Heart is bleeding.

What kind of situation is this?

A complete loss!

No!

We need to find a way to earn some back.

Yang Guang put his phone back in his pocket and followed Chu Sheng into the cemetery gate.

The cemetery is built against the mountain, and the entrance is a rusty iron gate. The security booth next to the gate is empty, and there is no one guarding it.

Yang Guang glanced around as he walked.

to be frank.

He really didn't have much of an impression of this cemetery.

After all, he usually deals with freshly deceased souls, so he doesn't really need to go to the cemetery to stake out.

Er Lengzi followed behind with his tail between his legs, sniffing around with his nose close to the ground, occasionally sneezing twice.

Yang Guang casually asked, "You said your master encountered danger in the cemetery, what exactly happened?"

"There's something wrong with this cemetery!"

Chu Shengpang's legs moved incredibly fast as he ran, turning back to explain, "Someone has set up a feng shui arrangement in this cemetery!"

"All the yin energy has been drawn to one point, and over time, it's almost nurtured something extraordinary!"

Yang Guang paused for a moment.

Feng Shui arrangement?

Setting up a feng shui arrangement in a cemetery?

This is something that not just anyone could do.

Cemeteries are places where yin energy gathers. Under normal circumstances, the graves are scattered, and the yin energy goes to its own place without interfering with each other.

However, if someone deliberately changes the orientation and arrangement of the tombs, guiding all the scattered yin energy to converge in one place, then the nature of the situation is completely different.

At best, it will raise evil spirits.

In severe cases, it can breed malevolent spirits.

Moreover, judging from the time span mentioned by Chu Sheng, this scheme has been in place for more than just a day or two.

"How did you and your master discover it?"

Chu Sheng wiped his sweat: "My master and I were traveling around when we passed through Fengdu City. My master said that there were abnormal fluctuations in the Yin and Yang energy here."

"Then we came looking for you."

"I originally intended to handle it myself."

Chu Sheng puffed out his cheeks and said somewhat guiltily, "In the end, my master couldn't handle it."

Yang Guang raised an eyebrow: "Can't handle it?"

"Um."

Chu Sheng lowered his head: "My master said that the thing down there is much more ferocious than he expected."

"He's holding on with his cultivation level, but he's been doing it for almost a day now."

"If this drags on any longer..."

Chu Sheng didn't finish speaking.

But the meaning is already quite clear.

Yang Guang didn't say anything, but his mind was racing.

If something that even a truly skilled monk couldn't handle in a whole day, then the creature nurtured under this feng shui arrangement must be of a very high level.

But then again.

What makes you think I can handle things that you can't?

Based on a tiny, fingernail-sized fragment left behind by his father, whom he had never met?

Oh right.

Based on that alone.

The son should pay for the father's debts.

Yang Guang felt increasingly itchy-toothed as he thought about it.

His father probably went through the entire Xuanmen circle on credit; once the first person asked for a favor, there would definitely be a second.

If this continues, will he have to go to the underworld to open a repayment window?

How about an installment plan?

Er Lengzi suddenly stopped.

Its two heterochromatic eyes suddenly widened, its front paws scratched the ground, and its nose sniffed desperately in a certain direction.

After sniffing twice, the dog suddenly stopped moving.

The tail is clamped tightly.

This is not common.

This guy Er Lengzi is fearless. He dares to eat Kumanthong, chew on evil Buddha's black energy, and even steal food from stone Qilin.

But now.

This husky, which had been far ahead of everyone else on the silly track, showed a rare hint of instinctive alertness.

Yang Guang glanced at it but said nothing.

But his hand had already unconsciously reached into the bag and touched the neatly stacked yellow talismans.

They had already left the cemetery's tombstone area behind.

Chu Sheng led Yang Guang around the main area of ​​the cemetery and along a wild path overgrown with weeds, heading towards the back of the mountain.

The road gets narrower and narrower.

The bushes on both sides were so dense that you had to push them aside with your hand, and the ground beneath your feet was covered with pebbles and dead leaves.

Yang Guang walked while keeping an eye on his surroundings.

Then he saw it.

on the ground.

In the gaps between the pebbles, the direction of the grass roots, and even the subtle patterns on the surface of the soil.

None of them are correct.

This is not a naturally formed landform.

Someone tampered with it.

Moreover, his techniques were extremely skillful.

If Yang Guang hadn't learned this technique from his grandfather since childhood, someone else really wouldn't have been able to spot the clues.

All the patterns, directions, and arrangements are drawing the surrounding yin energy in the same direction.

Yang Guang slowed his pace.

He squatted down, parted a clump of weeds with his fingers, and revealed a black stone slab that had been deliberately embedded in the soil.

The stone slab is engraved with patterns.

Yang Guang looked at it for two seconds, then stood up and said, "The person who set up this scheme is quite skilled."

Chu Sheng turned and glanced at him, wringing his hands anxiously: "Brother, can we look into this later?"

"My master is really going to die soon!"

"What's the rush?"

Yang Guang patted the mud off his hands: "Your master told you to come find me, so he must have given you plenty of time. What if I didn't come?"

Chu Sheng opened his mouth, but for a moment he didn't know how to refute it.

like……

That makes sense.

But he was still anxious!

The two continued walking forward.

After walking for a few more minutes, the view suddenly opened up before us.

All the weeds and shrubs have disappeared.

Instead, there was a bare, gravelly ground.

Ahead was a sheer cliff.

On the edge of the cliff, an old monk dressed in a gray robe sat cross-legged on the ground.

His monk's robe was so dirty that its original color was no longer visible.

The ring scars on his head were clearly visible, with six dots arranged neatly.

He placed his hands in a mudra on his knees and remained motionless.

At first glance, it looks like a statue.

Upon seeing this figure, Chu Sheng's emotions instantly collapsed.

He took off running, shouting, "Master!"

"Master, how are you?"

Chu Sheng rushed to the old monk and knelt down with a thud, patting the old monk's body all over with his hands.

"Are you still alive, Master?"

"Say something!"

"If you die, at least leave me a will!"

Is the bronze incense burner in the temple real?

"You wouldn't tell me before!"

Yang Guang stood a few steps away, his lips twitching violently.

Good guy.

Your master hasn't even passed away yet, and you're already eyeing his inheritance?

Buddhist disciple?

Is this something a Buddhist disciple would do?

Monks are supposed to be detached from worldly desires, but you've only achieved that in vain.

Just as Chu Sheng was grabbing the old monk's robe and shaking him back and forth.

The old monk finally moved.

His eyelids trembled slightly, and he slowly opened them.

Those were cloudy but extremely steady eyes.

The old monk first looked at Chu Sheng, whose face was covered in snot and tears, and his lips twitched slightly.

Then his gaze passed over Chu Sheng's shoulder and landed on Yang Guang, who was standing behind him.

A smile appeared on the old monk's face.

He spoke slowly, his voice terribly dry, but each word was enunciated with remarkable steadiness: "You've finally arrived."

Yang Guang pulled his hands out of his bag and stood there with his hands on his hips.

He tilted his head and looked the old monk, who was covered in mud and ash, up and down.

Yang Guang took two steps forward, squatted down to be at eye level with the old monk, and asked, "Do you know my father?"

Do you know what my dad did back then?