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

I've seen sons betray their fathers, but I've never seen a father betray his son like this!

However, since the old man, whom they had never met, was willing to do a favor, it meant that the other party must know their old man.

Maybe we can find out from him what kind of bastard things his father did back then.

What could have caused him to owe so much?

Now he's carrying much more than just a pocketful of things.

It had several pockets!

He closed his eyes, stuffed the shards into his pocket, and asked, "Who is your master?"

"What do you need my help with?"

Upon hearing this, the chubby boy's eyes lit up; he knew there was hope. But it was too late for him to explain. He grabbed Yang Guang and tried to run, saying, "No time to explain! Come with me now!"

"If it gets any later, my master will really be going to see Buddha for sure!"

I'll explain it to you later!

The chubby boy yelled, his two fleshy paws gripping Yang Guang's wrist tightly, and he ran out.

That force was ridiculously strong.

Yang Guang was pulled so hard that he staggered a couple of steps and almost fell headfirst onto the threshold.

He fucking bastard!

Are you asking for help or kidnapping someone?

Er Lengzi sprang up from the sofa, still holding the beef bone that had been gnawed down to scraps in his mouth.

As soon as it saw Yang Guang being dragged away, it immediately started moving on all four legs.

He darted out of the main room in a flash.

That speed.

It's three times faster than when it's fighting for food.

"Wait, wait, wait..."

As Yang Guang was being dragged along, he desperately pulled his arm back, yelling, "Can you at least let go of me?"

"I'm still an innocent young boy!"

"If you keep pulling and tugging like this, people will think we're some kind of 'male-on-male' duo!"

"If all those young women and wives misunderstand, how am I ever going to find a wife?"

"Let go right now!"

The chubby boy, without turning his head, said, "It's too late, bro!"

"My master can't wait any longer!"

"Form is emptiness, emptiness is form!"

The three men and the dog rushed out of the old town street, and Yang Guang finally broke free from the little fat boy's clutches.

He stood by the roadside, catching his breath, rubbing his wrist where it had been gripped so tightly it was red, and glared at the chubby little boy, yelling, "Why the hell are you running so fast? Is your master doing a timed flash sale over there?"

The chubby boy was sweating profusely with anxiety, and the flesh on his face twitched.

"More or less!"

"If we don't go now, it'll be too late!"

Yang Guang rolled his eyes.

have to.

Just then, Chu Sheng immediately raised his hand and hailed a taxi on the roadside.

As soon as the car door opened, the chubby boy rolled in first, followed by Yang Guang who climbed into the passenger seat.

Er Lengzi jumped out of the car window and into the back seat in a flash.

The chubby boy was squeezed so tightly against the car door.

The driver turned his head and glanced at the back seat.

A young man who is as fat as a ball, squatting next to a husky with a bone scrap in its mouth. What a bizarre combination.

The driver paused for a moment on the steering wheel.

But the chubby boy, panting, gave an address: "Driver, to Fengdu Cemetery, please drive faster."

The driver nodded, stepped on the gas, and the car entered the main road.

Yang Guang leaned back in the passenger seat, glancing at the chubby boy in the back seat.

At the age of eighteen or nineteen, her face was so round it looked like the filling of a steamed bun was overflowing. The Buddhist amulet hanging around her neck caught Yang Guang's eye a few more times.

That amulet wasn't an ordinary craft; it faintly exuded spiritual energy, making it a genuine and high-quality item.

Then look at what he's wearing.

He wore a gray coarse cloth short jacket, his trouser legs were still covered in mud, and he wore a pair of cloth shoes with the heels worn down.

Yang Guang withdrew his scrutinizing gaze and casually asked, "What's your name?"

The chubby boy was wiping sweat with his sleeve when he heard this, so he looked up and said, "Master Chu."

"what?"

Yang Guang was taken aback.

brute?

Yang Guang suddenly turned his head, staring at the round face in the back seat, his face full of shock.

"What did you say?"

"Say it again?"

Chu Sheng scratched his head: "Chu Sheng."

"Chu Sheng!"

"The 'Chu' in 'ear' is the 'Sheng' in 'life and death'."

Yang Guang froze for three seconds, then his lips twitched slightly as he said, "Great name, brother!"

"You have a really good name!"

"You're a real beast!"

Chu Sheng's face turned a deep shade of liver: "You're the beast!"

"Chu is my surname!"

"The surname Chu from the Hundred Family Surnames!"

Yang Guang waved his hand, but he couldn't suppress the smirk on his face: "Then I'd like to ask you one question: just how casually did your dad name you back then?"

"With a surname like that, doesn't he think about the homophones?"

"Does he really have to be called Chu Sheng?"

"Does your dad have a problem with you?"

Chu Sheng spread out his two chubby hands with an innocent look: "How would I know?"

"I didn't choose the name myself."

"We'll see."

"I am a monk, it's just a name, why should I care?"

Yang Guang stared at him in astonishment.

Good guy!

This guy is actually a monk?

But his hair is longer than mine, isn't that indecent?

Forget it.

He doesn't care who he is, all he wants to know is whether his father broke some heavenly law back then!

So Yang Guang shut his mouth, leaned back in his chair, and closed his eyes to rest.

Chu Sheng fell silent, clutching his arms, his legs trembling with anxiety.

Twenty minutes later.

The taxi stopped at the entrance of Fengdu Cemetery.

Yang Guang opened the car door and stretched.

Chu Sheng also rolled out of the back seat.

Er Lengzi was the last to jump off the car, landing headfirst and rolling on the ground before regaining his balance.

The driver turned his head and said, "Forty-two in total, will you pay by QR code or cash?"

Yang Guang didn't move.

Chu Sheng didn't move either.

The two stood outside the car, neither of them making a move to take out their phones.

There was a full five seconds of silence.

The driver's expression changed.

He turned his head, eyeing the two young men, one fat and one thin, warily, and shouted, "What do you two mean?"

"Are you trying to ride for free?"

Yang Guang gave an awkward laugh and waved to the driver, "Please wait a moment, sir."

After saying that, he suddenly turned around, grabbed Chu Sheng by the collar, pulled the chubby man aside, and lowered his voice: "What do you mean? You asked me to help you, and you're not even going to pay for your transportation?"

Chu Sheng spread his hands out with a matter-of-fact expression and said, "Brother, I am a monk."

"Money is an external thing."

"I usually rely on alms for food."

"I don't have any either."

Yang Guang's face was as black as ink: "You have no money and you still dare to take a taxi?"

"Do you think this taxi is your driver's donation box?"

"You can just toss in a coin and sit down?"

"Do I really owe you something?"

Chu Sheng scratched the back of his head and said with a self-righteous expression, "Yes."

"It's your father who owed it, and now it's your turn to pay it back, isn't it?"

Yang Guang almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

This is fucking...

Yang Guang felt incredibly aggrieved, and he unleashed every possible insult he could think of...