Two Hundred Dollars, Let Your Funeral Have A Mysterious Past

Chapter 133: Immortals exist in this world!

At the foot of Mount Tai.

Zhang Ye took Xi Shi with him, and the two of them took the swaying cable car down the mountain.

Just came down the mountain.

Ding dong——

A message came from Zhang Ye’s mobile phone.

Taking out his mobile phone and looking at the reminder message from the Last Wish app, Zhang Ye opened it with a finger.

[The last wish order was received successfully. 】

[Client: Zeng Qiang. Commission matters: Funeral pretense. 】

Ding dong

[Client: Zeng Qiang. 】

[Identity: Beisato is a sophomore in the Department of Archeology. 】

[Relatives: Zeng Zheng (father), Duan Yuee (mother)...]

[Friends: Duan Yu, Zhang Qiang, Ni Hao, Zhai Lin]

Looking at the message from the Last Wish app, Zhang Ye simply glanced at it and put away his phone.

Zeng Qiang's interpersonal relationships are not complicated, and there are no so-called executives, let alone wealthy businessmen. Zhong is just an ordinary college student.

Except that he is extraordinary, there is nothing else.

But the more such a person is, the more difficult it is to organize his funeral.

the reason is simple.

Zeng Qiang is not like Old Man Zhao at the beginning, nor like the heroes of the military region or Anpingjie later.

In these three funerals, the deceased had a strong direction, that is, what they wanted their funeral to be like.

But Zeng Qiang was different. Zeng Qiang’s funeral was to let the world know that cultivation existed.

Although Zeng Qiang said, hold a simple funeral.

But this is only the first half of the sentence. The second half is that it is best to let the world know the existence of immortals.

In this case, we can't follow the conventional routine.

Now that immortals are about to appear, it's not something old men, women, or men in black can handle.

Moreover, Zhang Ye had already roughly thought about what kind of funeral he would hold for Zeng Qiang when he was discussing the funeral with Zeng Qiang on the top of Mount Tai.

Moreover, the funeral that Zhang Ye arranged for Zeng Qiang was also beneficial to him. It can be said that Zhang Ye was also helping himself.

Of course, if everything goes well.

"Boss, what are we going to do about this funeral? Have you thought of a plan~?" Xishi tilted her little head and asked in confusion.

Zhang Ye looked forward, walked, nodded and said: "I have roughly thought of what to do."

"Then do we still need to appear this time?" Xi Shi nodded lightly and asked again,

Zhang Ye shook his head and said: "We don't need to appear on the stage this time, we just need to watch from behind the scenes.

"Yeah! Can we go play now?" Xi Shi said excitedly with a happy face.

When they came back, Xi Shi casually asked Zhang Ye what was interesting near Mount Tai.

Zhang Ye also said a few things.

Now there is no need to be busy with work, just waiting for the funeral. The rest of the time is not left for them to have fun!

Upon hearing this.

Zhang Ye rolled his eyes: "I just know how to play."

"Boss, you said it, team building is just for fun. Now that you have time, why don't you go out and play?" Xishi jumped up and down, like a happy child.

Hearing this, Zhang Ye smiled helplessly: "I'm really impressed with you, let's go."

Recalling the countdown above Zeng Qiang’s head when he left.

Zhang Ye did a simple calculation and found that there should be more than ten hours before Zeng Qiang's death, not much more.

Moreover, the time for holding the funeral will definitely be postponed.

Now that you've figured out how to hold a funeral, you just need to take the time to prepare.

Thinking of this, Zhang Ye was held by Xi Shi and walked away into the distance.

Night falls.

The top of Mount Tai.

There was no one around at night.

Even if there are not many people who want to come to Mount Tai to watch the sunrise.

There are only a few people.

And among these few people, Zeng Qiang was among them.

He was still wearing a white robe, with one hand behind his back, but the other hand pointed at the stars in the sky and the moon with its cold light.

He was still chanting words in his mouth, but his voice was a little softer.

In addition, the people around him were scattered in other places, so Zeng Qiang's words here did not affect other people.

Logically speaking, it was so late and Zeng Qiang should have gone down the mountain long ago.

But, he didn't have it today.

the reason is simple.

Since he already knew that he was going to die soon.

He hoped that at the last moment of his life, he could stand on the top of Mount Tai and realize his own way again.

In other words, reciting words to break the sky is as simple as that.

What's more, they already knew they were going to die anyway.

There is a certain destiny, even if he goes somewhere else, he might die.

Then why, at the last moment of life, on the top of Mount Tai, do you realize your own way?

Are you following your own heart and doing what you want to do?

Although, Zeng Qiang knew that he might never be able to spread his ideas to others, nor could he make others believe in him.

However, he still wants to do this, still wants to, at this moment, even the moment before his death, continue to work hard for his own ideas and what he believes in, and continue to stick to it.

After all, this is the top of Mount Tai, the place where ancient saints and emperors of all dynasties came to worship.

The ancient saints all consecrated Zen here, which is enough to prove the importance of this place.

Even, a point that I once believed in finally became clear.

The ancient saint king consecrated Zen here, so Mount Tai is undoubtedly a holy land.

In ancient times, there was also a very likely existence of an unknown ancient civilization that has long since disappeared in modern times.

But now, this ancient civilization has been forgotten by everyone, or has been erased from memory.

What was supposed to be the holy land of Mount Tai has turned into an ordinary tourist attraction.

"Ask the heaven, who gave you (Zhao Zhao) the qualification to become heaven! Ask the world, who imprisoned the common people here..." Zeng Qiang's back was lonely, although he raised his head He stood up, but his eyes were filled with sadness.

"Does immortality really exist in this world..."

At the end of this life, Zeng Qiang was a little at a loss.

He knew that his idea might be wrong, and there might be no immortals in this world.

But he still firmly believes that there are immortals in this world.

"I hope... there will really be immortals at my funeral... Even if there are no immortals, then something else will appear... that's fine, or... ...An ordinary funeral is also acceptable, as long as it is on top of Mount Tai, that is enough..."

Zeng Qiang thought honestly.

Just as he was thinking this, Han.

Rumble——

Sudden.

The ground beneath Zeng Qiang's feet trembled, and a roaring sound sounded all around. .