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

Yang Guang grumbled and cursed as he descended the mountain.

Er Lengzi followed behind, the brass bell on the dog's neck jingling loudly.

Beside the gravel road at the foot of the mountain.

The black Maybach had its hazard lights on.

Jia Youcai, wearing that tattered Taoist robe, stood straight in front of the car.

He tucked his two withered hands into his sleeves, staring intently at the direction of the Yellow Springs Road that disappeared halfway up the mountain.

It's all empty there now.

Only the dark shadows of the trees swayed in the wind.

The old swindler was unusually quiet at this moment, not even humming a single verse of his usual rhymes.

clack.

The rear door of the Maybach was pushed open.

Zhou Dacheng was holding a stainless steel thermos and leaned half his body out.

His jaw was still chattering.

"Master Jia... Master Jia."

"What exactly is Master Yang doing up there?"

"This temperature drop today is so weird, even with the Maybach's heater on full blast, it's unbearable!"

Zhou Dacheng hunched his shoulders and glanced up at the mountain twice: "How about... you go up and take a look too?"

"I'm always feeling uneasy."

Jia Youcai's tense back instantly relaxed.

He turned around and instantly put on a smiling face, his wrinkles all knitted together: "Ugh!"

"Boss Zhou, you're really out of your element, aren't you?"

"This is called 'the Daoist magic generates coldness, and the vital energy leaks outwards!'"

"What level of person is my junior brother Yang Guang?"

"Impressive!"

Jia Youcai slapped his thigh and started rambling on: "Let's not talk about this little thing like the feng shui of a grave."

"Even if he were to descend to the underworld, the King of Hell would have to offer him a cigarette!"

"He could handle this little situation with just a hair on his leg."

Why should I go up there and join in the fun?

"Wouldn't that steal my junior brother's thunder?"

Zhou Dacheng nodded repeatedly: "Yes, yes, with Master Yang taking action, my dad will definitely be able to calm down."

Just as Jia Youcai was about to continue playing his tune, he caught a glimpse of two figures emerging from around the corner of the alley.

To be precise.

It's one person and one dog.

Jia Youcai pointed.

"Here you go!"

"See, they've come down, haven't they?"

"Come outside and feel the temperature; is it warmer now?"

Zhou Dacheng quickly got out of the car, felt the temperature, and was immediately stunned.

He said, somewhat surprised, "Huh?"

"It's really not cold anymore?"

The chilling aura that had seeped into my bones had completely dissipated.

Even the night breeze felt quite gentle.

Zhou Dacheng tossed his thermos onto the car seat and rushed over to meet him.

"Master Yang!"

"You've finally calculated it!"

Zhou Dacheng, his face beaming with excitement, rubbed his chubby hands together and asked somewhat nervously, "How's the situation with my dad's grave going?"

"Is it too damp down there?"

"Or is the surrounding feng shui wrong?"

"Should I get a construction team to move him to a more auspicious location tomorrow?"

Yang Guang stopped in his tracks.

He held his messy, unkempt hair in one hand, radiating a low-pressure aura that kept strangers at bay.

The question from this big spender really hit his sore spot perfectly.

I just think about that batch of eighty merits that I didn't manage to get.

There was also the God-Slaying Whip that he had broken himself.

Yang Guang was furious.

He lifted his eyelids, glanced at Zhou Dacheng, and said, "Move what?"

"Your dad is living quite well there."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Dacheng breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good!"

"But why does my dad keep appearing in my dreams saying he's getting beaten up?"

"Is he being bullied by the wandering ghosts and spirits around him?"

Yang Guang scoffed, "Bully him?"

"He cuckolded all the male ghosts within an 80-mile radius."

The air froze for two seconds.

Zhou Dacheng's mouth was open.

Jia Youcai froze, clutching his beard.

Yang Guang put his hands in his pockets.

He casually dropped a bombshell: "Your dad not only lives in a spacious house, but he's also rich."

"With the tons of paper money you burned for him and the villas and sports cars you bought for him, you've turned that place into a matchmaking corner for the elderly."

"He found you over forty stepmothers in the underworld here."

"We book out an entire venue for disco every night."

"How could those old men, all former wives, not beat him up?"

Holy crap?

Something in Zhou Dacheng's mind shattered, and his image as a filial son was completely destroyed.

His entire body trembled violently.

My values ​​are being reshaped in a crazy way.

How many?

More than forty?

My own father, who usually doesn't even dare to look at Widow Wang at the village entrance more than once?

He died and became the King of the Sea?

"Forty...more than forty stepmothers?"

"Master Yang, you...you're not joking with me, are you?"

Jia Youcai was even more outrageous.

With a forceful pull, he tore off several strands of white beard hair.

He winced in pain.

"Goodness!"

"More than forty?"

"So fierce?"

"Even the strongest kidneys can't withstand this kind of abuse!"

Jia Youcai gasped in pain, and the two white hairs he had plucked out were rubbed off without him even shaking them, stuck between his fingers.

Zhou Dacheng stood rooted to the spot.

He shook his head vigorously, and the flesh on his chubby face jiggled a few times.

He swallowed hard and asked tentatively, "No, Master Yang."

"Are you sure you're not mistaken?"

You probably don't know my dad very well.

"When he was alive, he didn't even dare to watch square dancing, for fear that the aunties would drag him into it."

"You mean he became Aquaman after he died?"

"I...I really can't accept this."

"Master Yang, was it too dark at the time, and you mistook a ghost for someone else?"

"Eight is fine."

"More than forty?"

"My dad has a bad back!"

Yang Guang raised his eyelids and gave him a cold glance: "Are you questioning my professional competence?"

Zhou Dacheng immediately shook his head, but the suspicion in his eyes was impossible to hide.

Yang Guang didn't waste any more words.

He raised his right foot and kicked the idiot's dog's butt.

"Woof! Woof!"

Er Lengzi was kicked and lurched forward two steps. He turned his head, baring his teeth, his expression full of accusation.

But Yang Guang completely ignored it.

The copper bell around his neck jingled twice as Er Lengzi jumped up.

next second.

A wisp of smoke emerged from the gap in the bell, swirled in mid-air, and quickly condensed into a semi-transparent human figure.

Who else could it be but Zhou Laoliu?

At this moment, Zhou Laoliu was rubbing his head with a resentful expression, standing next to Er Lengzi.

He looked down at the bell around Er Lengzi's neck and couldn't help but mutter, "You can kick a dog if you want, but there's a person living inside that bell, sir."

"I almost got a concussion from being shaken around inside just now."

Yang Guang ignored Zhou Laoliu's accusations.

He turned to face Zhou Dacheng and snapped his fingers in front of him.

With just this simple action, Zhou Dacheng's world instantly changed.

To be precise.

Suddenly, someone who shouldn't have appeared appeared in his field of vision.

A semi-transparent figure, dressed in a shiny silk burial robe, stood two steps to Yang Guang's right.

She was rubbing her hands together, giving him an embarrassed smile.

Zhou Dacheng's pupils contracted sharply.

dad?

Zhou Dacheng stumbled back three big steps, his back slamming heavily against the door of the Maybach.

A muffled thud.

The thermos rolled off the car seat and slid to the ground with a gurgle.

His mouth was open, and a broken syllable squeezed out of his throat: "Dad... Dad?"

Zhou Laoliu stood there, the lewd smile on his face disappeared, but he still looked guilty.

He raised his translucent right hand and waved it lightly at his son: "Dacheng, don't be afraid, it's Dad."