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

The two-hundred-pound ball of flesh tumbled and crawled to the old monk, its fleshy hands gripping the old monk's robe tightly and shaking him desperately.

"Master, wake up!"

"Say something!"

"Didn't you say you'd take me to Mount Wutai for vegetarian food?"

"You're lying!"

Chu Sheng's face was covered in snot and tears, his shoulders were shaking, and his whole body was trembling.

But the old monk did not respond.

He just sat there quietly.

He put his hands together and smiled.

His face was full of kind and benevolent features.

And the last glimmer of golden light on his body dissipated completely.

Yang Guang stood a few steps away.

His expression was hard to describe.

He didn't recognize the old monk.

Before today, I didn't even know this person existed.

But in just over ten minutes of contact, this old monk, covered in mud and ash, used his life's cultivation to bring decades of peace to this land.

Then he assigned his only apprentice to a young man he had never met before.

It's because Yang Guang's father owed someone a favor back then, but what exactly did that cheap old man do?

How could a monk trust him so much?

Yang Guang lowered his head and stared at his toes.

There was a two-second silence.

Then he suddenly looked up, glanced at Chu Sheng who was crying his eyes out, and then at the old monk who was sitting motionless.

He gritted his teeth.

"Hold!"

Yang Guang kicked away some gravel at his feet, yelling, "What the hell have I done?!"

"I'm so lucky to have such a great dad!"

The shout echoed several times between the cliffs.

Er Lengzi huddled ten meters away, tail between his legs, not daring to even breathe.

After Yang Guang finished cursing, he took a breath, reached out and unzipped his backpack, and pulled out a folding entrenching tool.

Yang Guang unfolded the entrenching tool and locked it in place with a click.

He walked up to Chu Sheng and grabbed him by the back of his collar: "Stop crying."

"Your master told you to bury him here."

"He used his entire life's cultivation to suppress that thing below. What you need to do now is not to keep howling, but to help him quickly."

"First, help me move your master to the side."

"Then dig a hole."

"Don't let your master die in vain."

Chu Sheng stared blankly at Yang Guang, while Yang Guang had already squatted down next to the old monk.

He reached out and carefully supported the old monk's back.

It feels cool to the touch.

But the body remained perfectly still, sitting upright.

Yang Guang muttered softly, "Old monk, I apologize."

Then, supporting the old monk's back with one hand and his knee with the other, he slowly moved him to a flat, gravelly ground nearby.

Extremely stable throughout.

Even the old monk's clasped hands posture remained unchanged.

After placing it properly.

Yang Guang patted the dirt off his hands, stood up, and started digging a hole.

The old monk transformed himself into an array, ensuring that the thing beneath wouldn't be able to cause any trouble for the next fifty years.

This matter is temporarily resolved.

But Chu Sheng, this hot potato, has truly fallen into his hands.

A fat monk who couldn't afford to eat.

You might as well give him a dog.

At least the dog doesn't need to eat.

wrong.

Er Lengzi's appetite is even greater than Chu Sheng's.

Yang Guang became increasingly frustrated as he dug, the sound of his shovel hitting the ground bouncing back and forth between the cliffs.

He stopped halfway through digging the pit to catch his breath, turned to Chu Sheng, handed him the entrenching tool, and said irritably, "Hurry up and help, stop crying!"

"Oh, oh, oh."

Chu Sheng wiped his nose and grabbed the entrenching tool that Yang Guang handed him with his two chubby paws.

The chubby little body squatted down on the ground and began to dig the soil with all its might.

Don't say it.

This fat guy is really good at his job.

With its weight of over 200 pounds pressing down on the shovel handle, each shovel stroke could dig out a large chunk.

Its speed was even faster than Yang Guang's.

Yang Guang was shoveling rubble with his bare hands, occasionally glancing at Chu Sheng's chubby face, which was covered in snot and tears, but he was gritting his teeth and stubbornly fighting on.

have to.

He is indeed an honest person.

The two of them took turns digging for nearly half an hour, and finally dug a large pit that was more than a meter deep.

Yang Guang jumped down and stepped on the bottom of the pit to make sure the foundation was solid enough before climbing out.

He walked up to the old monk and carefully supported the old monk's back and knees with both hands.

"Old monk, may you rest in peace."

Yang Guang gently lowered the old monk into the pit.

Extremely stable throughout.

The old monk's hands clasped together remained unchanged, and his smiling face was excessively serene.

Chu Sheng stood at the edge of the pit, his lips trembling.

His fists were clenched so tightly that his nails dug into his flesh.

But he didn't cry.

He just stared blankly as his master was covered by shovelfuls of soil.

The moment the last shovelful of soil was used to fill the hole.

The atmosphere in the entire cemetery changed.

It's not some mysterious or mystical feeling; it's a real change at the physical level.

The oppressive feeling that had been suffocating vanished completely at that moment.

The patterns, stone fragments, and nodes on the ground that had been altered by humans all crumbled.

The engravings on the surface of the black stone shattered and turned into dust.

It was swept clean by an unnamed gust of wind.

The formation has been broken.

Yang Guang patted the mud off his hands and looked around.

Sunlight streamed down from the top of the cliff, casting a warm glow on the previously gloomy, rocky ground.

But Yang Guang's attention was elsewhere.

He glanced towards the main area of ​​the cemetery, following the broken feng shui nodes.

In those tombs affected by feng shui, the bodies that were originally buried there were already showing signs of something amiss.

The yin energy was artificially extracted and gathered, which, to put it bluntly, meant that these tombs were used as nourishment.

The ashes were all sucked up.

A group of people spent money to buy a gravesite to find peace, only to be used as a petri dish.

They truly cannot find peace even in death.

Yang Guang shook his head.

The person who orchestrated this scheme is highly skilled and ruthless.

However, that's a different story.

The feng shui situation has now been neutralized by the old monk's self-destruction; he can deal with the rest gradually.

Chu Sheng knelt in front of the filled-in mound of earth.

He knelt upright and kowtowed three times with a loud thud.

Chu Sheng's forehead was covered in mud marks.

He didn't speak.

He knelt there for about ten seconds.

Then he suddenly wiped away the tears and snot on his face, stood up, turned to look at Yang Guang, and said solemnly, "From today onwards, I, Chu Sheng, am yours."

Yang Guang's lips twitched violently.

Can you please use more normal wording?

What do you mean by "you're mine"?

Are you trying to become my sworn brother?

Or should they seek refuge with another faction?

Chu Sheng completely ignored Yang Guang's indescribable expression and continued to speak casually, "But I have to go back to the temple first to pack up my things and take them with me."

He held out a chubby hand, the meaning so clear that Yang Guang couldn't pretend to be blind: "Can you give me some travel expenses?"

Yang Guang's temples throbbed.

He stared at Chu Sheng's self-righteous round face and asked, word by word, "Your master just left, and the first thing you do is ask me for money?"

Chu Sheng spread his hands innocently: "Brother, I'm the kind of person who can't even get food when I beg for alms."

"What am I supposed to take back?"

"Will you walk back?"

"With my weight, I'd faint from hunger halfway there."

"If the traffic police take me away, where will you find me?"