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

Yang Guang paused in his steps.

Junior brother?

Seclusion?

Old Jia, could you please use a different word?

Are you cultivating immortality here?

The Taoist priest snorted coldly, planted his peach wood sword on the ground, glanced at Yang Guang from head to toe, and sneered, "Him?"

"A baby who hasn't even grown all its feathers yet."

"Jia Youcai, are you trying to fool people with a high school student?"

Yang Guang ignored the Taoist priest.

He walked up to Zhou Dacheng, hands in his pockets, and cut to the chase: "Boss Zhou, in your dream, when your father was beaten, was his left cheek or his right cheek swollen?"

Zhou Dacheng was taken aback.

What's the problem?

But he still answered instinctively, "Left side."

Yang Guang nodded and then asked, "How many days has it been swollen?"

"Ten...thirteen days."

"What clothes did your dad wear in your dream?"

Zhou Dacheng recalled carefully: "A gray Zhongshan suit."

Yang Guang tilted his head and said, "Then I understand. Your father's grave isn't here. It should be in the southeast. There should have been a few big trees to his left. This is the place you paid a lot of money to find."

"pity."

"Those trees next to us are totally dead by now, aren't they?"

Holy crap?

Zhou Dacheng stared at Yang Guang in astonishment, swallowing hard. "Little Master, you really are a master!"

however.

The fake Taoist priest was annoyed and said irritably, "What a load of crap!"

"Mr. Zhou, please don't let him fool you!"

"This kid is in cahoots with Jia Youcai!"

The fake Taoist priest pointed at Yang Guang, then at Jia Youcai, and said with exasperation, "Didn't Jia Youcai just visit you?"

"That old bastard must have told him beforehand!"

"Think about it, a high school student, dressed like someone who collects used clothes on the street, how could he possibly know what's on your dad's grave the moment he opens his mouth?"

"What else could this be but a pre-arranged conspiracy?"

have to say.

This fake Taoist priest may not be very capable, but he's certainly good at making up stories.

In just a few words, he weaved a logical chain that looked quite convincing.

Zhou Dacheng hesitated.

He looked at Yang Guang, then at Jia Youcai, his expression shifting back and forth between belief and disbelief.

Upon hearing this, Jia Youcai immediately exploded.

Old Deng's face, which was already a rather pale yellow, turned a deep, purplish-red color, like the color of a pressure cooker before pressure is released.

You say his Jia Youcai is fake?

Row.

He acknowledged it.

In this industry, who hasn't lied to someone at some point?

But you're saying Yang Guang is fake?

Do you really not know how many eyes the Horse King has?

Jia Youcai rolled up his sleeves, ready to charge forward: "What rubbish are you spouting!"

"You've probably never been beaten up in society, haven't you?"

He hadn't finished speaking.

Yang Guang reached out and pressed down on Jia Youcai's shoulder.

Jia Youcai grew anxious: "Brother, let me speak!"

"Need not."

Yang Guang released his grip, turned to Zhou Dacheng, and said, "Boss Zhou, it's okay if you don't believe what I say."

"Verifying this shouldn't be difficult for you, right?"

Yang Guang tilted his head and gestured with his chin toward the cemetery: "Take a quick look and see if any of the descendants of the people buried in this area are doing well."

Zhou Dacheng was slightly taken aback.

Yang Guang added, "No need to check too many, three to five will be enough."

Zhou Dacheng remained silent for two seconds.

Then he turned to look at the young assistant behind him who was holding a tablet.

One look is enough.

The assistant immediately understood, picked up the tablet, turned around, walked to the roadside, took out his phone, and started making a call.

It quieted down here.

Yang Guang leaned against a tombstone by the roadside, took out his phone and swiped it a couple of times.

Jia Youcai leaned closer and lowered his voice: "Brother, how come you're so calm?"

Yang Guang didn't even look up: "What's the rush?"

True gold fears no fire.

"It's counterfeiters who need to rush to prove their products."

Jia Youcai slapped his thigh: "I..."

Then he paused.

It seems like I've been subtly implied.

The people buried here have been so cruelly persecuted; it would be a miracle if their descendants had a good life.

of course.

Those buried here now will not be, because the problem has been temporarily resolved.

As for the fake Taoist priest, he stood there, holding the peach wood sword, with a disdainful look on his face.

Er Lengzi lay at Yang Guang's feet, listlessly gnawing on his paws.

About five minutes later.

The assistant quickly returned.

His expression was somewhat subtle.

He leaned close to Zhou Dacheng's ear and whispered a few words, but he didn't control his voice well enough, and everyone present heard him.

"Mr. Zhou, this young master is right."

The assistant swiped the tablet twice, and several pieces of information appeared on it: "I checked the burial sites of five families in the vicinity of this area."

"One family's son was in a car accident last year and is still in a wheelchair."

"One household's business went bankrupt this year, leaving them with debts of over three million."

"There's another family; the couple just got divorced this year, and they're already in litigation before the house has even been divided."

"Two households remain..."

"The only daughter in one household was diagnosed with a serious illness last year, and the elderly person in the last household just passed away last month."

The entire scene was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Zhou Dacheng's expression changed.

From doubt to shock, and then to a deep-seated panic.

He suddenly turned to look at Yang Guang, rushed over in two steps, grabbed Yang Guang's hand, and held it tightly: "Little Master!"

"You absolutely have to help me with this!"

"As long as you can help me solve my dad's problem and move him to a better place, money is no object!"

Yang Guang calmly pulled his hand out of Zhou Dacheng's iron clamps, patted the other man's hand and said, "Boss Zhou, don't be in such a hurry."

"This isn't something we can solve by just standing here; we need to go and see for ourselves."

"so."

"You contact Lao Jia tonight, and I'll go with you tonight."

"I'll find out why your dad was beaten first. As for whether we need to change locations, we'll have to find out after that."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Dacheng nodded his head vigorously, like a chicken pecking at rice: "Okay, okay, okay!"

"I'll listen to you!"

"I'm free anytime tonight, you can set a time!"

After Zhou Dacheng finished speaking, he turned to look at Jia Youcai, his attitude making a complete 180-degree turn.

I was just thinking this old man was a fraud.

Now, looking at Jia Youcai in his patched-up jacket and yellow rubber shoes with exposed toes, he actually seems much more pleasing to the eye.

They even seemed to possess the air of a reclusive sage who didn't care about appearances.

Sometimes, people's filters can be just that outrageous.

As for that fake Taoist priest...

He was completely ignored by Zhou Dacheng from beginning to end.

The fake Taoist priest's face alternated between pale and flushed as he gripped the chipped peach wood sword, his knuckles cracking.

The fake Taoist priest glared at Jia Youcai and shouted angrily, "Jia Youcai, I'm not done with you yet!"

"You just wait!"

The fake Taoist priest uttered these harsh words and turned to leave.

But Jia Youcai wasn't backing down at all. Instead, he arrogantly said, "Tch, you think Grandpa's afraid of you? Come back and let's fight three hundred rounds again!"

"If Grandpa doesn't beat you to a pulp today, you're a son of a bitch!"