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

Hearing that it was less than two hundred yuan, Yang Guang finally felt relieved.

He patted Jia Youcai on the shoulder with satisfaction.

"Well done."

"Every penny saved counts, after all, who knows when we'll ever be able to pay off the debt owed to the underworld."

After speaking, Yang Guang turned to look at Yu Zixin.

"Yu Zixin, your father's matter is now completely settled."

"Although the body couldn't be saved, he now has a secure job, so don't be too sad."

"Once the urn is brought back, you can just find a place to bury it."

"You've only just entered the path, and you've already encountered so much evil energy today. Go back and rest, and get some sunshine."

Yu Zixin bit her lip tightly and bowed deeply to Yang Guang.

"Yang Guang, thank you."

"If it weren't for you, I really wouldn't know what to do."

Yang Guang waved his hand, put his hands in his pockets, and turned to walk towards the pink old man's car.

"Alright, stop with the nonsense."

"I'm exhausted today, I need to go back and catch up on my sleep."

"Old Jia, drive!"

"Back to the agency!"

Accompanied by the piercing electrical hum of the old man's music.

Yang Guang sat in the passenger seat, looking at the scenery outside the window, and couldn't help but grind his teeth again.

Comrade Lao Yang.

You better not let me find you!

When I find you, I'll make sure you know what true filial piety is!

The drafty windows of the old man's car were letting in a lot of wind.

Yang Guang sat in the passenger seat, rubbed his stiff face, and yawned widely.

After all this fuss, with all the soul-binding and fighting, they've gone through so much trouble.

Right now, he's exhausted and mentally drained.

"Old Jia, just drop me off at the intersection ahead."

Yang Guang put his hands in his school uniform pockets and slumped into the dilapidated chair.

"I'm not going to that lousy school today."

"Go back to sleep. Even if the sky falls, we'll talk about it after I wake up."

Hearing this, Jia Youcai, who was speeding along at breakneck speed, turned his old face around, full of doubt.

"Hey bro, aren't you going to school?"

"What about Yu Zixin?"

"That young girl suffered so much, her father's grave was even dug up, and now she's just holding a plastic urn worth 199 yuan."

"Aren't you going to go and help find a better burial site for her father?"

Upon hearing this, Yang Guang didn't even lift his eyelids, and instead gave Jia Youcai a big eye roll.

"Which auspicious feng shui location should we choose?"

"What do you know!"

"The old squad leader is now a civil servant in the underworld with a formal position. Does it matter to him where his ashes are buried in the mortal realm?"

"We'll talk about it later!"

Yang Guang sat up straight and waved his hand dismissively: "Do you think Yu Zixin is just an ordinary high school girl?"

"He's a proper cultivator now!"

"Although she's a novice, the one who taught her Taoist magic is the Old Celestial Master of Longhu Mountain!"

"With this VIP-level tutor providing one-on-one guidance, if she still can't even bury an urn properly, she might as well drop out of school on the spot!"

"I've already checked the place where he was buried before, and the feng shui is fine."

"She carried the box back by herself, dug up the pit, filled it with soil, covered it with bricks, and that was it!"

"Why would I, a mere lad, go along?"

Upon hearing this, Jia Youcai immediately understood and gave a thumbs up.

"Alright."

"I never expected her to have such an extraordinary encounter."

That concludes this discussion.

Jia Youcai sighed, a hint of resentment in his voice: "How come I've never encountered such a great opportunity?"

"Why……"

"It's true what they say: comparisons are odious!"

Yang Guang was too lazy to bother with this old swindler.

With a screeching sound of brakes, the car came to a steady stop at an intersection not far from the funeral parlor.

Yang Guang pushed open the car door and got out.

Er Lengzi also wagged its tail and darted down from the back row, landing steadily at Yang Guang's feet.

Just as Yang Guang was about to turn around and leave.

The back window suddenly rolled down.

Chu Sheng's shiny bald head peeked out, and he was still tightly gripping the large porcelain cup that could smash a person's skull in one hand.

"Amitabha."

"Brother Guang, wait a minute!"

Yang Guang paused, looking warily at the fat monk.

"what?"

"If you dare ask me for any appearance fee or anything like that, I'll stew that idiot and treat you to dog meat hotpot!"

Upon hearing this, Er Lengzi trembled with fright and quickly took two steps back, glaring resentfully at Yang Guang.

Chu Sheng grinned, his face full of compassion.

"Brother Guang is joking."

"Monks who have renounced worldly desires would never discuss such vulgar things as money."

"This humble monk simply wants to ask..."

Chu Sheng rubbed his chubby hands together, his eyes fixed on Yang Guang's school uniform pocket: "Since Brother Guang isn't going to school today..."

"So, you can't use that meal card anymore?"

Yang Guang was taken aback and instinctively covered his pocket, looking at Chu Sheng as if he were a thief.

"What are you trying to do, you fatso!"

"A robbery?"

Chu Sheng solemnly raised one hand to his chest and recited a Buddhist chant.

"Good, good, good."

"Brother Guang, you're not right about that."

"This humble monk followed you to the outskirts of the city for a physical ritual of deliverance, which consumed a great deal of calories and Buddhist energy."

"My stomach is growling so hard right now, it's like my front and back are sticking together."

"Since you're not going to school, your meal card is just sitting idle."

"Why not lend it to this poor monk?"

"This humble monk plans to go to your school cafeteria to beg for alms, and eat a dozen or twenty bowls of rice to replenish my energy."

"While you're at it, you'll also be on good terms with the cafeteria ladies serving food. Isn't that a win-win situation?"

Yang Guang's eyes twitched as he listened.

That fatso's skin is thicker than a city wall!

Going to the high school cafeteria to beg for alms?

Have you no shame at all?!

Yang Guang clutched his pocket tightly, refusing to take anything out.

"Get lost!"

"If I gave it to you, with your pig-like appetite, you'd max out the card in one meal!"

"What if the principal finds out we've spent so much money when he goes to settle the bill and refuses to recharge it?"

Chu Sheng wasn't annoyed. He smiled and stretched out his chubby hand in front of Yang Guang.

"Brother Guang, it's fate that we met."

"If you don't lend it to me..."

"Today, this humble monk can only sit at the entrance of your funeral parlor, carrying this large porcelain cup, begging for alms."

"By the way, I'll grab a Bluetooth speaker and play the heavy bass DJ version of the Great Compassion Mantra for you all day long."

"What do you think?"

Threatening me?

Yang Guang was so angry he felt like his back teeth were about to shatter, but this fat guy really was capable of doing such a thing.

Yang Guang took a deep breath and pulled a meal card out of his pocket.

It slammed hard into Chu Sheng's fat hand.

"Take it!"

"Eat less, leave some for the principal."

Chu Sheng shoved his meal card into his monk's robe with a broad smile.

"Amitabha."

"Brother Guang is so generous!"

"A monk does not lie, and this humble monk will never eat more than necessary!"

Done.

Chu Sheng shouted directly at Jia Youcai in front of him.

"Old Jia, let's go!"

"Target: the cafeteria of No. 3 Middle School in the city. This humble monk is going to teach those cafeteria ladies a lesson today, and show them what a real 'CD operation' looks like!"