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

Just a moment ago it was chaotic, but now it's all gone?

Yang Guang stood in the middle of the courtyard and shouted at the top of his lungs.

"You idiot!"

After a few seconds, the bushes in the back garden rustled.

The husky darted out of the bushes, still carrying the rooster in its mouth.

The rooster's wings drooped, its two claws hung in mid-air, and its head was tilted to the side, looking utterly dejected.

But it is still alive.

The feathers on its chest were still rising and falling, but the fierce light in its round eyes had completely died down.

Er Lengzi, carrying a chicken in his mouth, ran up to Yang Guang with a wagging tail as if it were a motor.

It placed the rooster at Yang Guang's feet, put its two front paws on the ground, and looked up at Yang Guang.

That expression was exactly like that of a silly dog ​​trying to get credit.

Yang Guang looked down at the half-dead rooster on the ground, then at Er Lengzi's mouth full of chicken feathers.

"good."

Yang Guang nodded: "Not particularly useless."

"At least we can still hold down one chicken."

Er Lengzi wagged his tail even more enthusiastically.

Yang Guang bent down, picked up the rooster, and shook it by the base of its wing.

Ok.

Generous portions.

Although Er Lengzi had worn him down considerably, his core strength was still intact.

Yang Guang tucked the rooster into his arms and used one hand to pat Er Lengzi's head.

"Walk."

"Go up the mountain to work."

The two people, the dog, and the chicken walked along the gravel path beside the villa toward the back of the mountain.

The higher you go, the denser the trees become, and the sunlight is mostly blocked.

The temperature dropped step by step.

Er Lengzi sniffed furiously with his nose close to the ground, his four legs moved quickly, and his tail was held high.

This thing isn't afraid at all.

It's completely different from the dog we saw at the cemetery.

Right.

The thing under the cemetery is so powerful that even an old monk who has practiced Buddhism for sixty years has to work hard to suppress it.

Although the serpentine rock on the back mountain is not to be trifled with, it is far inferior to the thing under the cemetery.

For Er Lengzi, the threat level of this thing is about the same as a bowl of dog food with a lot of chicken legs.

It took about ten minutes to walk.

The serpentine boulder came into view.

It's more obvious when viewed up close than when viewed from a distance.

The gray-brown rock wall twists and turns out of the mountain, with its front end slightly raised, and its surface is covered with cracks of varying depths.

The direction of those cracks was not formed by natural weathering.

Each one extends in a fixed direction and converges at the "snake head" that rises up at the front of the rock face.

Yang Guang put the rooster he was holding on the ground, and stepped on its wing with one foot to prevent it from running away.

The rooster, on the other hand, behaved itself.

Perhaps he's been driven to despair by that idiot.

Perhaps it sensed something upon arriving at this place and lay there motionless.

Yang Guang took an inkwell out of his bag.

The wooden casing was already coated with sizing, and the ink reel was wrapped with fine cotton thread. The ink tank was not filled with ordinary ink, but with ink mixed with cinnabar.

This thing was left to me by my grandfather.

The old man once said that carpenters use ink lines to draw straight lines, but in their line of work, they use them to draw boundaries.

Inside and outside the boundary, yin and yang are separated.

Yang Guang hung the end of the ink line on a protruding rock to the left of the serpentine rock and began to draw the ink line around.

The cotton thread, drawn from the ink tank and covered in dark red vermilion ink, circled around the entire serpentine rock.

Yang Guang's steps were very steady.

With each step, he muttered words to himself.

Vague and unclear.

But the rhythm of each word fell perfectly in sync with his footsteps.

Three concentric circles of vermilion ink lines delineated a closed boundary on the ground.

Yang Guang put away the ink line and took two steps back.

He brought his right index and middle fingers together and made a light tap in the air.

"seal up."

Just one word.

The three ink lines flashed simultaneously.

A very faint red light swept across the surface of the cotton thread, so fast it was almost invisible.

Then the ink lines fell silent.

It's no different from ordinary cotton thread.

But the atmosphere within the industry has changed.

The chilling aura that originally seeped from the serpentine rock was now firmly sealed within the ink circle.

Standing outside the circle, Yang Guang could clearly feel that the three black lines were like an invisible wall, completely isolating everything inside.

The serpentine rock seemed to have sensed something as well.

A very faint black mist began to seep from the cracks of varying depths on the surface of the rock wall.

The thick, slow-moving black energy converged along the cracks towards the snake's head.

The entire rock wall was trembling slightly.

Gravel fell from the rock face with a soft rustling sound.

hiss……

A damp, fishy wind blew in from the direction of the snake's head.

Yang Guang's hair stood on end.

This thing is more intelligent than he expected.

They had barely been surrounded when they started reacting.

If we nurture it for another year or two, it might really take off.

Yang Guang took the three paper knives out of his pocket and held them between his fingers.

But he hadn't had a chance to make a move yet.

Er Lengzi made the first move.

This husky, which had been incredibly excited since entering the mountains, suddenly darted into the ink circle.

Yang Guang suddenly stopped in his tracks.

"You bastard..."

Before he could even utter the words, he was already swearing.

Er Lengzi had already run to the front of the serpentine rock.

It stood firmly in place.

Its two front paws were slightly apart, and its heterochromatic eyes, one blue and one gold, were staring intently at the snake head that was emitting black smoke.

then.

It raised its hind legs.

Yang Guang was completely petrified.

A stream of steaming hot dog urine was precisely poured onto the snake's head of the serpentine rock.

Nourishes...

The moment the urine touched the rock surface, a plume of white smoke rose up.

The gathering black energy suddenly contracted, as if it had been doused with boiling oil, and retreated frantically into the crack.

The entire serpentine rock trembled violently.

After Er Lengzi finished urinating, he shook his hind legs, put his two front paws on the ground, and tilted his head towards the serpentine rock.

Then it opened.

"Dude."

"After the founding of the People's Republic of China, beings are not allowed to become spirits."

"You didn't know?"

Yang Guang stood outside the ink circle, holding three paper knives, watching his dog stand proudly with its hands on its hips in front of the serpentine rock.

Urine stains still clung to the snake's head, and wisps of white smoke rose from it.

He lowered his head and looked at the carefully crafted paper knife in his hand.

Then I looked up again at the giant, snake-shaped rock that had been drenched in dog urine and was now shrouded in black mist.

Yang Guang's temples throbbed twice.

He remained silent for a full three seconds.

"So I spent half a day drawing talismans."

"It took me ages to break the knife."

"You think you can just come up here, take a piss, and be done with it?"

Er Lengzi turned around and glanced at him, his face full of clear smugness.

"Father Yang, this is virgin boy's urine."

"Isn't that powerful?"

"..."

Yang Guang held three paper knives, his mind filled with questions.

Child's urine?

You're just a dog, where would you get that boy's pee?

wrong.

Can dog urine ward off evil spirits?

What kind of metaphysical theory is this?

My grandfather's notes recorded thousands of exorcism methods, from cinnabar talismans to peach wood sword formations, from the Five Thunder Orthodox Method to the Golden Light Mantra.

The only thing missing was the statement "Dog urine can dispel evil spirits".

If this worked, all the Taoist priests in the world could switch to walking dogs...