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

The old monk smiled.

That smile was excessively peaceful, just like the Maitreya Buddha at the temple gate collecting incense money.

He spoke slowly, each word uttered with extreme deliberation: "The Buddha said, it cannot be spoken."

Yang Guang's face immediately fell.

Unspeakable?

You're trying to play this game with me?

Yang Guang squatted in front of the old monk, his hands on his knees, the veins on his forehead throbbing.

From childhood to adulthood, these three words were the ones he feared hearing the most.

When his grandfather was alive, he asked countless times, "Where did Mom and Dad go?"

What exactly did Dad do?

Why have I accumulated so much merit?

The old man always reacts the same way.

You can either change the subject and make him chop wood.

Alternatively, you can pretend to be deaf, pick at your ears, and say, "The wind was too strong, I couldn't hear you."

The most outrageous time was when the old man pretended to have a sudden heart attack and collapsed straight in the yard.

Yang Guang was terrified, but when he ran over, he saw that the old man still had sunflower seed shells in his mouth and was secretly glancing at him.

His acting was so bad it was appalling.

But one thing is true.

Everyone who knew his father kept quiet about this.

One by one, as if they had planned it together.

Yang Guang has endured this for eighteen years.

He'd had enough!

I finally run into someone in the know, and you just tell me "it's unspeakable"?

Yang Guang suddenly stood up, took two steps back, put his hands in his pockets, and said coldly, "Fine, then there's nothing more to talk about."

"I'm not going to repay this favor."

"Go find whoever you want."

After saying that, he turned and left.

When Chu Sheng saw Yang Guang about to leave, he was furious.

His chubby body sprang up from the ground, his two fleshy paws flailing wildly in the air: "Big brother, don't go!"

"My master is dying, can't you be a little more lenient?"

Yang Guang didn't even turn his head: "What does it matter to me whether your master lives or dies?"

"I'm not his apprentice."

Chu Sheng was so anxious that he spun around twice, looked at his master, then at Yang Guang's back, and finally sat down on the ground with a loud groan.

"Master!"

"Say it then!"

"If we don't say anything, he'll really be gone!"

The old monk remained seated cross-legged.

He watched Yang Guang's departing figure, his smile unchanged.

Yang Guang took seven steps.

Then it stopped.

It's not because he's soft-hearted.

Instead, he stepped on something hard, and when he looked down, he saw it was the node stone of the feng shui formation on the ground.

He stared at the stone shard for two seconds.

He looked up again and saw the ley lines around him that had been artificially altered.

Grandpa's.

If this situation isn't broken, once the things nurtured underneath gain momentum, the yin and yang energy within a radius of several miles of Fengdu Cemetery will be completely disrupted.

In that case, it won't just be Yang Guang who suffers, but everyone in the entire Fengdu City!

Yang Guang closed his eyes.

Hold.

He knew he couldn't leave.

It wasn't because of that bald monk, nor because of the favor his father owed.

It was purely because Yang Guang was the last Celestial Master.

If he didn't intervene when such things happened right under his nose, he wouldn't be a judge of the human world.

Yang Guang turned around, strode back to the old monk, and squatted down again.

"Let me make this clear from the start."

Yang Guang held up an index finger and waved it in front of the old monk: "I can handle that thing down there, but it has nothing to do with the favor you mentioned."

"This is my duty."

"As for my father's matter..."

Yang Guang withdrew his finger, his tone becoming calmer: "Tell me when you've figured it out."

I won't force you.

"But I won't forget."

The old monk looked at Yang Guang, a faint light flashing in his cloudy old eyes: "You look a lot like him."

"With whom?"

"Your father."

Yang Guang's lips twitched: "I'm nothing like him."

"He ran away with a mountain of debt."

"I'm still wiping my butt here."

The old monk chuckled softly.

The laughter was soft, but it sounded genuine.

He didn't mention Yang Guang's father again.

Instead, she slowly raised her calloused hand and pointed to Chu Sheng, who was squatting beside her wiping his nose.

"Benefactor, the favor I'm referring to isn't actually about you handling this matter."

Yang Guang was taken aback.

No?

So you let this fat guy drag me all the way from the old town to the cemetery just to see the scenery?

The old monk's smile softened as he looked in Chu Sheng's direction.

"I have come to Fengdu to face my death."

Chu Sheng suddenly looked up, his eyes wide open.

The old monk didn't look at him and continued, "I really can't hold down what's under this cemetery by myself."

"But I never intended to solve it completely."

"What this old monk must do is use this crippled body to suppress this place."

Yang Guang pulled his hand out of his pocket: "What do you mean?"

The old monk raised his head and calmly looked at Yang Guang: "After I pass away, you can dig a hole here and bury me here."

"This old monk's cultivation can be transformed into suppressive power, ensuring the safety of this place for fifty years."

"And the favor I entrust to you is only one."

His finger pointed steadily at Chu Sheng: "Take good care of this child for this old monk."

The entire room fell silent for three seconds.

Yang Guang stared at the old monk.

She turned her head and looked at Chu Sheng's face, which was so round it could be used as a tennis racket.

Turn back again.

"Are you crazy?"

Yang Guang stood up abruptly, hands on his hips: "My dad does owe you a favor, but you can't treat me like this!"

"The last person I entrusted my child to had dumped a school beauty's daughter on me; I already have enough of a headache!"

"And now you're giving me another fat guy weighing around 200 pounds?"

Yang Guang glanced at Chu Sheng: "That's not right!"

"Whether this guy is actually a monk or not is still up in the air."

"Her hair is longer than mine!"

Chu Sheng opened his mouth, wanting to refute, but didn't have time to speak.

Because of what his master said, he finally went through a complete logical chain in his mind.

His master is going to die here.

fake!

It's all fake!

All that talk about traveling online or suddenly discovering something is fake!

That was his master's original intention!

Chu Sheng's lips began to tremble.

He lunged forward, his two fleshy paws gripping the old monk's robe with such force that the gray fabric was wrinkled.

"master!"

You can't leave me alone!

"What will I do if you leave?"

"I can't even get alms properly!"

"Last time I went begging for alms, they thought I was begging for food and gave me a bowl of leftover rice with half a spoonful of chili peppers!"

"I don't eat spicy food, Master!"

Yang Guang stood to the side, his lips twitching violently twice.

This guy cries differently than normal people.

Normal people cry because they are sad.

This guy started calculating his living expenses while he was crying.

The old monk reached out and gently placed his hand on Chu Sheng's head.

The withered hand stroked Chu Sheng's hairy head twice.

"Foolish child."

"I am not leaving you."

"I am simply going to the Pure Land to take refuge in the Buddha."

"You should be happy for your teacher."

Chu Sheng shook his head vigorously, his face covered in snot and tears: "I'm not happy!"

"I'm not happy at all!"

"I don't know whether the paradise you're talking about is good or not!"

"What if the food there isn't good?"

"What if they add chili peppers over there too?"