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

Upon hearing this, Yang Guang and the others were all stunned, as if struck by lightning.

I was instantly shocked.

Even Lao Jia, who always talks nonsense, was clenching his teeth tightly at this moment, his eyes so red they looked like they could bleed.

Chu Sheng stopped chanting Buddhist prayers, silently lowered his head, and held one hand in front of his chest.

Er Lengzi tucked his tail between his legs, whimpering and burying his head in his front paws.

They didn't even dare to bark, for fear of breaking the heartbreaking silence.

Yang Guang turned to look at the deliveryman floating in mid-air.

The deliveryman's ghost was now sobbing uncontrollably, covering his mutilated half-face, his entire spirit trembling violently.

"Celestial Master..."

"When Tongtong was very young, her mother was diagnosed with a terminal illness, and the family didn't have the money for treatment..."

"So he died very soon..."

The deliveryman's voice was filled with endless sorrow: "I'm useless!"

"I couldn't even save my own wife, so I could only lie to Tongtong and tell her that her mother had turned into a star."

"I work like crazy every day, taking orders late at night, just so that Tongtong can have a better life."

"I want to watch her grow up, I want to see her get into university..."

"But I'm really not reconciled today!"

Upon hearing this, Yang Guang sighed deeply.

This is truly a cruel twist of fate.

The hemp rope is cut at the delicate point, and bad luck finds the poor.

What sins did these two, father and daughter, commit in their lives that they have to be so cruelly humiliated by fate?

The last Celestial Master, who was always outspoken and relied on his silver tongue to get by, was speechless at this moment.

Yang Guang didn't know how to comfort this sensible little girl for a moment.

He took a deep breath and pulled two crumpled red bills from his pocket.

Then he handed two hundred yuan to the little girl.

"Little girl, don't make wild guesses."

"Your father really missed your mother, so he went to heaven to be with her."

Yang Guang reached out and ruffled the little girl's messy hair, his tone gentler than ever before.

"They are both watching over you from heaven right now."

"This is the errand fee your father specifically asked me to give you before he passed away."

Yang Guang stuffed the money into the little girl's hand: "Your father said you must grow up well and study hard."

"Did you hear that?"

The little girl clutched the two hundred yuan note, still warm from Yang Guang's body, until her knuckles turned white.

She didn't wail and cry like other children her age, nor did she throw a tantrum on the floor.

Instead, he raised his head and nodded heavily.

"I heard you."

The little girl sniffed, fighting back tears, and said, "I will grow up well."

Done.

She silently turned around, pushed open the dilapidated wooden door, and walked step by step into the dark house.

The slender figure disappeared behind the door.

Yang Guang stood still, his hand still hanging in mid-air. The air was so quiet that you could hear Er Lengzi smacking his lips.

The group sighed, feeling quite distressed.

The deliveryman's spirit finally let go of his last obsession. With his obsession resolved, a clear, bright ghost tear appeared in mid-air.

Yang Guang sighed and took out the jade bottle to accept it.

Rules are rules, and this is the compensation from the Rebirth Agency.

"Amitabha."

Chu Sheng clasped his hands together and touched his bald head: "All people suffer, Brother Guang, this humble monk has completely broken down today."

"I need to eat two roast chickens when I get back to heal my wounded heart."

Yang Guang rolled his eyes, too lazy to scold this monk who had broken his vows.

Just then, Jia Youcai, who hadn't said a word, suddenly plopped down on the steps.

He pulled a shrunken cigarette case from his pocket, took out a crumpled cigarette, and lit it.

As the firelight flickered, Old Jia's expression became more serious than ever before.

Jia Youcai took a deep drag of his cigarette, exhaled a cloud of grayish-white smoke, and spoke in a somewhat hoarse voice.

"Brother, why don't you hand her over to me?"

These words were spoken.

The scene fell silent instantly.

Yang Guang's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets as he stared incredulously at Jia Youcai, who was sitting on the steps smoking.

Chu Sheng was also taken aback, and almost dropped the large porcelain cup.

"Amitabha Buddha, Mr. Jia, have you taken the wrong medicine tonight?"

"Your complexion is rosy; you don't seem to be showing any signs of going mad."

Even the simpleton squatting on the ground was stunned. He barked and started complaining in a Northeastern accent.

"Oh my god, Lao Jia, you're going to adopt this little girl?"

"Your pink-themed house can't even fit a child safety seat, how are you going to raise it?"

"Should I teach her fortune-telling or how to lie?"

Yang Guang snapped out of his daze, shoved his hands into his school uniform pockets, and started cursing irritably.

"Old Jia, have you got gutter oil in your brain?"

"Don't you have any self-awareness about your own worth?"

"You're just a swindler who goes from street to street!"

He drives a dilapidated pink old man's car all year round and all he does is fool old ladies.

"You've been struggling to make ends meet, what are you going to give me?"

"Should I take her to set up a stall under the overpass, or take her to a funeral home for a free meal?"

Faced with Yang Guang's barrage of criticism, Jia Youcai surprisingly didn't retort with his usual stubbornness.

He threw the cigarette butt on the ground and crushed it out with the sole of his shoe.

A bitter smile tugged at the old man's face: "Brother, don't look down on people."

"Although I'm an old charlatan, I've done a lot of immoral things in my life and haven't accumulated any good karma."

"But at least I, Lao Jia, am a human being!"

"And over the years, I've made quite a bit of money, okay?"

"Let's not talk about anything else."

"The money I get from you is enough for this old man to buy a nice car, isn't it?"

"Then look at me, why am I still so poor?"

"Because you're stingy!"

Jia Youcai: "..."

Jia Youcai's face turned red from the rebuke, and he pointed at Yang Guang and the others and started cursing.

"You son of a bitch!"

"This is just a misunderstanding on your part!"

"It's a stereotype!"

"Don't you understand stereotypes?!"

Jia Youcai stomped his foot in exasperation: "Although I, the old man, set up a stall under the overpass every day and occasionally sell a couple of photocopied talismans..."

"We'll talk about it later!"

"Was I lying?"

"I was providing emotional support to the elderly!"

"Alright, alright, stop talking nonsense."

Yang Guang rolled his eyes, putting his hands in his school uniform pockets: "What guarantees do you have that you can support her?"

"With that pink old-fashioned car of yours that keeps leaking electricity every other day?"

Er Lengzi chimed in at the opportune moment, "Woof woof woof!"

Chu Sheng held one hand to his chest, the large, thick porcelain cup in his hand swaying slightly: "Amitabha, Benefactor Jia, a monk does not lie."

"If you're just overflowing with sympathy, this child would be better off with me becoming a lay nun in a temple than with you."

"At least it'll fill you up."

"fart!"

Jia Youcai became enraged, his face flushed red as he roared, "What am I supposed to do with you?"

"Does he play that corny Great Compassion Mantra with you every day?"

"Should I still eat meat and drink alcohol with you?"

"That's truly ruined!"