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

Jia Youcai, hands on his hips, his fingers almost poking the Taoist's nose, said, "You wicked old geezer!"

"You're obviously a liar!"

"There's no Taoist priest in the entire city of Fengdu who's more of a fake than you!"

The Taoist priest reacted even faster, slamming his peach wood sword into the ground, his voice cracking: "You're saying I'm fake?"

"If you, Jia Youcai, are really true, I'll swallow this peach wood sword!"

"You can't even draw a talisman!"

"I saw the talisman you drew during the ritual at the Zhang family's house last time; even a scribble would have been better than yours!"

Jia Youcai's face flushed red, but he didn't back down at all: "What's wrong with me drawing talismans?"

"That was cursive script!"

"Do you even know what art is?"

"You're even holding the calligraphy brush upside down!"

"That's my signature technique!"

Yang Guang stood ten meters away, completely dumbfounded.

These two old comrades, whose combined age is over 130, are playing the role of elementary school students arguing?

Spitting at each other?

Why don't you two just fight it out?

Oh right.

These two probably can't be defeated.

A middle-aged man stood between the two old men, slightly behind them.

He was in his forties, wearing a well-tailored dark casual suit, and a watch on his wrist that looked expensive.

Two bodyguards in black followed behind him, and a young assistant holding a tablet stood beside him.

This is clearly a wealthy family.

The rich man's face was so black it could be used as ink.

He had clearly been holding back for a long time.

Finally, after the two old men had exchanged their eighth round of spitting at each other, the middle-aged man couldn't take it anymore and shouted angrily, "That's enough, you two!"

Jia Youcai and the Taoist priest both shuddered and swallowed their saliva.

The middle-aged man's chest heaved violently as he asked, enunciating each word clearly, "I paid you to come here, not to watch you put on a show of exchanging saliva!"

"I just want to ask one question!"

"Is this place even suitable for burial?"

Jia Youcai immediately blurted out, "No!"

The Taoist priest roared in response, "Yes!"

The two exchanged a glance, sparks flying.

They're about to start arguing again.

The middle-aged man's temples throbbed, and his assistant quickly handed him a bottle of mineral water.

The middle-aged man didn't answer.

He now wished he could take that bottle of water and pour it over those two old geezers together.

Just at this time.

Out of the corner of his eye, Jia Youcai spotted Yang Guang and Er Lengzi emerging from behind the bushes.

His eyes immediately lit up.

That wrinkled old face suddenly radiated a kind of brilliance that made you want to call the police.

Jia Youcai ignored even the middle-aged man, abandoned the Taoist priest and the sugar daddy, and rushed towards Yang Guang with his two old legs.

That speed.

He doesn't look like a man in his seventies at all.

"brother!"

Jia Youcai rushed up to Yang Guang, grabbed his arm, and greeted him with the warmth of a long-lost son: "What are you doing here?"

"wrong!"

"You've come to the right place!"

"Thank God!"

Yang Guang stumbled to the side as he was pulled aside, and irritably pushed his hand away: "Old Jia, what are you doing here?"

"Are you spitting on people for fun?"

"Weren't you handling Lin Ran's funeral arrangements?"

Jia Youcai waved his hand dismissively and said, "It's done."

"This morning, an old customer contacted me, saying he wanted to move his father's grave."

"When I heard that, I thought, 'This is a good job!'"

"But when we got here, we found out that this bastard had also found someone else."

Jia Youcai pointed behind him and gestured towards the Taoist priest with his lip: "That old bastard surnamed Wang."

"A fake Taoist priest!"

"Even more fake than me!"

Yang Guang's lips twitched violently.

Even more fake than you?

Are you insulting someone or exposing yourself?

Jia Youcai, completely oblivious to Yang Guang's reaction, lowered his voice and continued, "Brother, this is a big order."

"That client's surname is Zhou, and his name is Zhou Dacheng."

"He's been having recurring dreams lately about his father, who gets beaten up every night and comes to him crying, begging him to move him to a different spot."

"I did it for more than ten days in a row."

"Isn't that scary?"

Yang Guang raised an eyebrow.

This kind of thing isn't unusual.

It is true that if a grave is in a bad location or clashes with its surrounding "neighbors," the spirit of the deceased may be bullied.

To put it bluntly, it's a ghost story version of a neighborhood dispute.

If a living person is bullied by their neighbor, they can call the police. But if a dead person is bullied, they don't even have a channel to complain. They can only ask their son in a dream.

Jia Youcai rubbed his hands together and leaned closer: "This Zhou Dacheng is no slouch either."

"Just tell him directly that as long as his dad can live more comfortably and stop getting beaten up, that's fine."

"Guess how much I'll give you?"

Yang Guang turned his head to look at him, and Jia Youcai made a gesture.

ten.

Yang Guang was taken aback: "One hundred thousand?"

Jia Youcai nodded frantically, his wrinkled face practically blossoming into a wide grin: "Just moving it to a different spot!"

"One hundred thousand!"

"It would be against all reason for heaven not to make this money, brother!"

Yang Guang looked completely bewildered.

One hundred thousand.

Just moving a grave?

How much money did he earn after running around the funeral parlor doing nothing but three orders?

They even lost a little bit.

And what about the money of the living?

Moving a grave costs 100,000!

It's definitely easier to make money off living people!

Yang Guang's hand unconsciously reached for the broken phone in his pocket, whose screen had three cracks.

A string of numbers flashed through his mind.

The school beauty's daughter needs to be raised.

This four-legged money-devouring beast, Er Lengzi, needs to be fed.

When Chu Sheng, that 200-pound glutton, came back, he ate three meals a day, enough for five people.

And then there's that mountain of karmic debts in the underworld.

And his greatest, most sublime, and most unshakable ultimate goal!

Marrying a wife will ensure the Yang family has many descendants!

Which one doesn't cost money?

Yang Guang suddenly turned his head and stared straight at Jia Youcai.

"Rob!"

Jia Youcai was taken aback.

Yang Guang forced out two words through gritted teeth: "We have to grab it!"

"I'm definitely taking this deal!"

Jia Youcai's two old eyes lit up instantly.

He knows it!

As long as you tell him the number, this kid will definitely take the bait!

Jia Youcai put his arm around Yang Guang's shoulder, and the two walked arm in arm toward the middle-aged man.

As Yang Guang walked, he lowered his voice and asked, "What's that Taoist priest's background?"

"Does he have real skills, or is he just like you?"

Jia Youcai curled his lip: "Same as me."

Yang Guang's lips twitched.

So he's a fraud too.

Two con artists were vying for one customer, and neither could win, so they ended up spitting at each other.

This industry ecosystem is truly something else.

But Yang Guang didn't care.

Because of everyone present, only he was genuine.

He, Yang Guang, was the last Celestial Master, a judge in the human world, and the eighteenth generation successor of the Office for the Assistance of the Rebirth of the Dead.

Moving a grave is as simple a task as eating and drinking for him.

Yang Guang strode toward Zhou Dacheng, the middle-aged man who was practically about to explode on the spot.

Er Lengzi followed behind, his heterochromatic eyes—one blue and one gold—looking around curiously, his nose close to the ground, sniffing everywhere.

When Zhou Dacheng saw another young man in a faded sports jacket walking over, his impatience deepened.

His bodyguard instinctively took a half-step forward.

The Taoist priest also turned his head, looked Yang Guang up and down, his face full of disdain.

Jia Youcai stepped forward and stood in front of Zhou Dacheng, cleared his throat, and introduced him with a serious expression: "Boss Zhou, don't rush."

"I didn't think things through before."

"This is my junior brother, who just came out of seclusion on the mountain."

"Your problem is his to solve!"

"Guaranteed to be a piece of cake!"