The port city was named after Qin Shihuang sent people to visit the sea after he visited the eastern tour of the city. It has a long history, with mountains and seas on its back and the scenery is good.

At this time, the sky in Hong Kong City is much colder than in Shanghai, but fortunately, the place is heated and it feels very comfortable to stay in the house.

After Wang Zan rushed over from Huhai, he first checked in the hotel for a short rest. The place he was going to was a village near the sea. It was still early at this time, and he planned to wait until the night was quiet before passing.

This mountain village in Linhai is where the man named Gu Wanhe lives, which is where the funeral is held. Wang Zan estimated that someone would be guarding the soul when this person died. He needed a proper way to take the Dhara Sutra away. After all, it was impossible for him to return the things to the original owner as soon as he went there.

Normally, Gu Wanhe must have not adopted the method of cremation after his death. Gu Zhenfeng would not be willing to cremate his body and the sutras into a pile of ashes. No one could be willing to do this. Moreover, after the other party's soul entered the underworld and carried the sutras of the underworld. It is not that after he went, Yama would forgive all his sins during his lifetime. This would have to be a process.

Therefore, Wang Zan believed that the body must have been placed in the mourning hall, and the time for keeping the soul was either seven or three days, and this time was too late for him.

In the evening, I had a meal near the hotel. At around nine o'clock, Wang Zan took a taxi and headed towards the destination.

The village is not very far from the city. It arrives in about 40 minutes. After the taxi arrives outside the village, Wang Zan gets out of the car and walks over. The village is quite large and looks quite rich. Almost every family has two-story and three-story Western-style buildings, and most of the yards are parked.

"This Gu Wanhe has a great show and is quite heavy in weight?" Wang Zan frowned. As soon as he entered the village, he saw that many people's yards were hung with white mats. Then there were many tables and chairs in the right place in the village, and a strong smell of food came from the strong tables. Most of the tables were empty, with only three or four tables sitting at the tables and about a dozen people were drinking. This was obviously a flowing mat. The dead Gu Wanhe guards would keep on putting the flowing mats in these days.

Generally speaking, only those who are respected, rich and powerful in a village will have this kind of scene after their death. If it were ordinary people, they would not have the ability. No wonder Gu Zhenfeng was brought back to him and then brought back to him.

Wang Zan didn't dare to walk in with a big swagger. It was very likely that this kind of village was a village with a surname. If his face came in, it would be too easy to reveal itself. So Wang Zan carefully fumbled in all the way, and then saw a yard in the southeast with a flowing mat with bright lights and could vaguely hear the movement of sorrow and joy.

There are circles of white trunks hanging around the yard, a mourning hall is built in the middle, and a nanmu coffin is placed inside. In front of it is an altar with many painting circles and a huge photo. The portraits in the photo look like they are quite old and eighty.

There was a square table in front of the mourning hall. Gu Zhenfeng was sitting on a chair, smoking slowly with a cigarette in his hand. Five young men were sitting or standing beside him. These were all juniors of their Gu family and those who took turns to guard the spirits.

"Uncle, wait until the uncle's funeral is over, your business..." a young man asked.

Gu Zhenfeng obviously frowned, and seemed quite unhappy. His business was being investigated.

A few years ago, Gu Zhenfeng spent a lot of money from Xing Laoliu and snatched the Dhara Sutra from Wang Zan and Feng Zhining. This matter was much more troublesome than he thought. He had already expected that the two young people would have some ability and some background, but who knew it would be so troublesome.

As soon as they escaped, the police had an order to investigate the wanted ones, and even went to his house to inquire. This was like he was called Gu Zhenfeng a wanted one at once. In this way, Gu Zhenfeng would be unable to move forward and going out became a problem. It was a blessing that he had been staying in the village, because almost all the village was relatives of the same surname, and no one would point him out, but what about the future?

Gu Zhenfeng sighed deeply and said, "It's hard to say about this matter now. Trouble is trouble, but what can I do? I'm so old, how many years can I live? At worst, hehe, I'm just going to retire in the village and never go out. In short, it's impossible for me to hand over this sutra, so they don't even think about it."

This is the only solution that Gu Zhenfeng can think of so far, that is, try not to travel far away, and move around the Hong Kong City area. People with the surname Gu are still OK here, and there are many connections. At least no one outside will come to him for his ID card or something. Gu Zhenfeng also feels that he is not young and will fall down after living for a few years. If he dies, wouldn’t he be dead without evidence?

Another thing is that the Dhara Sutra is priceless and the use of it is incalculable. This thing can be recycled, just like Gu Wanhe, who is now dead, is his uncle. After the old man has used it, he will wait for the corpse to be buried. They will take back the sutra and leave it for others to use it again.

It is estimated that the body of Emperor Qianlong was sent to the tomb after his death, so he wanted to completely treat the Dhara Sutra as a shroud.

After smoking a cigarette, Gu Zhenfeng stood up and ordered several young men: "Tonight is the last day for you uncle to keep your spirits. Be energetic and don't sleep and play cards or something. People are filial when they are alive, and they will be lazy in the last journey. Do you understand?"

"I know, uncle, go and rest, we are here!"

Gu Zhenfeng nodded and left. After walking a few steps, he suddenly stopped and turned his head and looked outside the mourning hall. Someone asked, "What are you looking at?"

"It's okay..." Gu Zhenfeng waved his hand. He felt that someone was watching from outside just now, but it might be that someone in the village passed by and looked here a few times, and Gu Zhenfeng returned to the house without caring about it.
Chapter completed!