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Yang Guang stood on the edge of the cliff in the cemetery, his head buzzing.

He clearly remembered that he hadn't even washed his face and had just collapsed onto the armchair in the agency to catch up on sleep.

How did I end up in this desolate wilderness the moment I opened my eyes?

A cold wind blew, and it felt chilly.

"Who the hell carried me here?"

"Rob me for money or for my virtue?"

"Let's make this clear first: I'll reluctantly cooperate with sexual assault, but I'll fight tooth and nail to rob you!"

Just as Yang Guang was wondering what was going on, he realized that Yang Guang was talking nonsense.

Suddenly, a deep and resonant Buddhist chant came from behind him.

"Amitabha."

The moment I heard those words.

Yang Guang was immediately startled and jumped to the side as if he had stepped on an electric shock.

I turned my head to look.

There was an old monk wearing a tattered robe, sitting cross-legged on the edge of a cliff, halfway up the cliff.

Not only does it float in the air.

A bright golden halo shone behind his head.

With a kind face and radiating golden Buddhist light, he was smiling at Yang Guang.

When Yang Guang saw the old monk, he felt that he looked somewhat familiar.

I stared at the bald man for a full ten seconds.

Sudden.

He slapped his forehead and blurted it out.

"Holy crap?"

"Isn't this Chu Sheng's fatso's master?"

Yang Guang was completely dumbfounded. He stared at the old monk in astonishment and pointed at him without any politeness.

"no!"

"You old bald monk, didn't you already pass away a long time ago?"

"How come it's miraculously working?"

"Is this my dream?"

Master Huineng, who was sitting cross-legged in mid-air, heard the words "old bald donkey".

The kind smile on his lips suddenly froze, and the halo behind his head swayed twice.

"Little Master Yang, a monk does not lie."

"This humble monk has indeed been reborn in the Pure Land, but a wisp of my consciousness remains here from my previous life."

"I forced myself into your dream today, specifically to wait for you here."

I heard that someone was waiting specifically for me.

Yang Guang instinctively crossed his hands to cover his chest and pockets, and took two large steps back with a wary expression.

"Stop, stop, stop!"

"Old monk, let me make this clear beforehand!"

"Your traitor just stole a cafeteria card from me and went to ransack our school cafeteria!"

"If you're here to beg for money on his behalf, I'm penniless. I have no money, but you can take my life!"

"Don't even think about accumulating merit; I owe the underworld a mountain of debt!"

"You've crossed over into this new field, your data usage fees must be quite high, right?"

"Disconnect now, I need to go back to sleep!"

Huineng took a deep breath, trying his best to maintain the demeanor of an enlightened monk.

"Amitabha Buddha, this humble monk does not beg for alms."

"Young Master Yang, there's no need to be so nervous."

Upon hearing that he wouldn't be begging for alms, Yang Guang felt half relieved.

But he remained vigilant, rolling his eyes in annoyance: "As long as you don't beg for alms."

"Then why are you appearing in my dream in broad daylight?"

"Our two families are not related, so even if it's time to visit your grave during Qingming Festival, it's not my place to burn paper money for you."

Master Huineng shook his head, his expression becoming solemn.

"This humble monk entered your dream today because of a momentous matter concerning all living beings under heaven."

"And the cause and effect left by your father, Yang Jianguo, must be entrusted to you."

Yang Guang was immediately struck by the words "father" and "cause and effect".

Cold sweat instantly broke out on my forehead.

Holy crap!

"Stop!"

"Stop talking!"

"I won't listen!"

Yang Guang covered his ears, turned around, and walked in the opposite direction of the cliff: "You old bald monk, you're definitely up to no good!"

"My unlucky old man has more enemies outside than I've ever eaten rice!"

"Your visit is never for anything good!"

"I knew it! That fat bastard showing up with that piece of scrap metal the size of a fingernail was definitely part of a huge trap!"

Master Huineng flipped his wrist.

A golden light flashed.

They forcibly pulled Yang Guang, who had run more than ten meters away, back to his original position.

"Little Master Yang, you can't escape."

"This is the destiny of your Yang family."

Yang Guang was so angry he jumped up and down, pointing at Master Huineng's nose and yelling, "Destiny my foot!"

"You old bastards, when you were alive you were all so pretentious and caused trouble everywhere."

"If you all die, I, an eighteen-year-old flower of the motherland, will have to clean up your messes!"

"My old squad leader just told me today that the old town is a dead zone where no one cares, and even the city god and local deities have disappeared."

"So what if you pop up again?"

"That place has nothing to do with you?"

Master Huineng shook his head.

He sat cross-legged in mid-air, a hint of helplessness showing on his wrinkled old face.

"Young Master Yang, don't worry. The chaos in this place has little to do with us."

"To be precise, this is a grudge from the previous generation."

At this point, Master Huineng stared intently at Yang Guang.

"Do you know why this humble monk must die here, and why he must use his own body to suppress this place?"

Yang Guang's heart skipped a beat when he heard this.

After the old monk's reminder, Yang Guang immediately realized what was going on!

He had noticed something amiss with the feng shui and atmosphere in the old town area some time ago.

At that time, there were too many things to do, and I was also busy settling disputes, making money, and accumulating merit.

Yang Guang then completely forgot about it.

Now this old bald monk has suddenly appeared.

So the chaos in that place was all because something incredible was being suppressed down there?

Yang Guang put his hands in his school uniform pockets and pursed his lips.

"So, the mess in the old town was created by you, you old bald monk?"

"Since you know this is a grudge from the previous generation, then you can have a good chat with me about it today!"

Yang Guang's eyes lit up, and he took two steps forward with a gossipy look on his face: "And what about my scoundrel father whom I've never met? What heinous and despicable things did he do back then?"

"How did I end up owing the underworld such a huge debt of good deeds that I can't possibly repay?"

"And he's made a lot of enemies outside?"

"Did he dig up someone's ancestral grave, or overturn the King of Hell's mahjong table?"

Faced with Yang Guang's barrage of questions, which came like a machine gun, he was completely overwhelmed.

Master Huineng simply closed his eyes slowly.

He clasped his hands together, his eyelids slightly lowered, and a golden halo behind his head flickered twice before he slowly uttered a few words.

"Amitabha."

"The Buddha said it cannot be spoken."

"When it's your turn to know, everything will fall into place naturally. Now is not the time to tell you."

This charlatan's statement...

Yang Guang's expression instantly cracked.

It felt like being force-fed a mouthful of stinky tofu that had been sitting out for three days; it was utterly disgusting.

"Don't you dare say that to your grandpa!"

Yang Guang immediately lost his temper and started cursing at Master Huineng's shiny bald head.

"Are all of you monks seriously ill?"

"You're keeping me awake in the middle of the night, forcibly dragging me into this awful dream, and then after you've already taken your pants off, you just tell me something Buddhist teachings are unspeakable?"

"Fine, don't tell me then!"

"I don't want to hear it anymore!"