Two Hundred Dollars, Let Your Funeral Have A Mysterious Past

Chapter 40: Today’s time is suitable.

Yanjing City, Anjia Village.

It was a very calm day, with a cloudless sky.

Looking around, the sky is clear blue, with occasional white clouds floating, just like the colors of ink and wash, whether light or light, embellishment of the world into an ink painting.

Under the sky.

Anjia Village, the road in the village.

The door to Mr. Anpingjie's room opened.

The old man took off the old Taoist robe in the house, which was already dilapidated and badly faded, and put it on, with the peach wood sword on his back that seemed to turn into powder at the touch of a touch, and his feet on cloud shoes.

The posture of a Taoist priest.

Step by step, I walked out of the house, as if I was spreading out, and as if I was about to go out, strolling on the road in the village.

Ever since he put on this robe, he had a smile on his face, the wrinkles were still deep, and his cloudy eyes were no longer bright, but his body seemed to have recovered a lot, and he looked much stronger than before.

On both sides of the streets in the village, there are still women washing vegetables and chatting. The men at home are coming back from working in the fields. They have to prepare meals and wait for the men to come back.

The women were chatting, but when they saw Anping knot, they were all surprised.

"Old man, why did you come out today?" A woman shouted in surprise, with a little fear in her eyes.

An Pingjie responded with a smile: "I feel a little energetic, let's go out for a walk."

"Yes, the sun is very sunny today, it's perfect for a walk." Another woman also said with a smile.

Another woman smiled at An Pingjie and said, "Old man, your body is not bad, so you should go out and bask in the sun more often."

These women do not have any ill intentions towards old man An Pingjie.

Although, they always felt that Anpingjie was nagging, mainly because he always said that he was a Taoist priest, and occasionally performed rituals for people, plus the dilapidation of his house and the things used by Taoist priests in the house.

This led to their impression of Mr. An Pingjie as an old man who was obsessed with Taoism, had nothing to do all day long, and talked a lot.

But in general, the villagers in Anjia Village only think that An Pingjie is a little weird and don't want to get close to him. In terms of malice, there is no malice.

"Yes, the sunshine is very nice. Today is a very suitable day." An Pingjie muttered and continued walking forward.

Step by step, An Pingjie moved and staggered towards the entrance of the village.

Facing the entrance of Anjia Village, An Pingjie squinted his eyes and looked diagonally opposite, above a high mountain.

Sitting on the ground slowly, An Pingjie breathed a long sigh of relief, smiling. There was no fear in his expression, but a hint of relief.

"Master, my disciple is here to see you..."

"Children, I, the old man, will continue to cook noodles for you..."

"Young man, the funeral is up to you. Old man, I... can leave everything to you."

Looking at the top of the mountain diagonally opposite, at the dilapidated mountain gate that had been abandoned for a long time and was filled with memories of An Pingjie, the old man showed his last smile.

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On the streets of Anjia Village.

Several women were still washing vegetables and chatting.

Tap tap tap——

At this moment, a rush of footsteps came from the direction of the village entrance.

I saw a young man dragging his suitcase and running out of breath quickly onto the street.

"Bitch! What's wrong? You're so panicked. What are you looking at in broad daylight?" A woman stood up quickly and asked.

Goudan took a few deep breaths and swallowed several times before saying: "An...Grandpa An, passed away at the entrance of the village!"

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Yanjing City.

In a hotel room.

Ding dong——

The mobile phone screen on the bed lit up. Zhang Ye picked up the mobile phone and frowned slightly.

[Client: An Pingjie is dead. 】

[The funeral will be held tomorrow at the gate of "Eternal Life Temple", so the host is asked to prepare in advance. 】

Seeing this message, Zhang Ye put down his phone.

He turned his head calmly and looked out the window, looking towards the mountain village.

The face of the old man who always had a sad smile appeared in his mind, living alone and alone in a dilapidated hut.

…

Anjia Village, village entrance.

Two men wearing black suits and uniforms with extremely ordinary faces stood at the entrance of the village.

The two looked at the village faintly.

"Are you sure this is where it is?" Wang Hai said in a deep voice.

Zhao Haizhu nodded: "Well, the address on the information shows this is here."

Looking at the village in front of me, although it cannot be called a devastated village, there are still some dilapidated villages.

The two of them couldn't help but have some doubts.

At the farewell ceremony for the heroes of the military region, the noodle stall old man appeared inexplicably. Does he live here?

It's a little different and a little the same as they imagined.

After hearing the description, the two of them agreed that the old man in the noodle stall must be an expert outside the world.

It's still the kind that doesn't come out easily, but once it comes out, it will definitely shock the world.

He was able to make such a big noise at the farewell ceremony, his whole body was glowing with golden light, he shouted loudly, called out [Fengdu City], and then walked in.

Most importantly, the old man finally disappeared together with [Fengdu City].

Disappearing in front of so many people is not something ordinary people can do.

The identity of the old man must not be simple.

And living in a place like this is in line with what an outsider would like to do.

"Let's go and ask in the village. Such a person must be very respected." Wang Hai rubbed his forehead with a headache.

Zhao Haizhu nodded, but also felt a headache: "Let's go, find out as soon as possible, and we can give an explanation to Mr. Fang."

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