In the early hours of the morning, five o'clock.

In early spring, the sky was still a little gray.

Chen Junlin had already gotten up, changed into a black suit, and sat cross-legged in front of the statue with a calm face, meditating and concentrating.

His eyes were lightly closed, and his mouth was muttering in a low voice, reciting the Sutra of King Jizo's Transcendence.

"The celestial beings asked the Buddha what was the cause."

"The Buddha said that the earth hides death."

"The three generations are all amazed."

"The Ten Gods Take Refuge in ......"

Since childhood, he grew up in the Yuyin Temple.

Therefore, in this life, he only believes in one Buddha, the king of Jizo.

Although they believe, they never bow down.

His gaze is always only equal, or looking down.

In his Chen Junlin's eyes, he never looked up.

Because, it doesn't exist.

"Sir, the wreath has been prepared, and the couplet has been written." At this moment, in front of the temple gate, Ning Gang bowed respectfully and reported.

Chen Junlin, who was sitting in front of the Buddha statue, slowly opened his eyes.

"Prepare the car." He slowly got up from the futon, his eyes calm.

"Sir, we need to gather... Is there a big troop going? Ning Gang thought for a moment and suddenly asked again.

Today's funeral was crowded with people. That Qianjiang Bank is a Jiangnan giant. How can this funeral be casual?

The security force at the funeral should not be underestimated.

Ning Gang asked this question, not because he was afraid that Mr. wouldn't be able to deal with it, but because he was afraid... If the gentleman does it, he will lower his status.

To deal with those ants, the soldiers and horses of the python battalion can deal with it. Why did Mr. Xu come forward in person?

"No need, I'll go alone." But Chen Junlin put his hands behind his back and muttered back.

"By the way, give me a tank." He thought for a moment and added.

Ning Gang was stunned for a moment, and then bowed, "Yes, my subordinates will arrange it immediately!" ”

Chen Junlin waved his sleeves, put his hands behind his back, and stepped out of the temple calmly and indifferently.

The Thunder Dragon off-road vehicle was already parked outside the Yuyin Temple.

Ning Gang stepped forward respectfully and opened the car door for Mr.

Chen Junlin's eyes were calm and he stepped onto the off-road vehicle.

At the same time, he also admonished, "Send another combat team, wait for Yanan to wake up, and send her to work." ”

"My subordinates understand." Ning Gang nodded.

Then, the Thunder off-road vehicle started slowly.

Ning Gang, the head coach, personally drove... Carry Mr. to the funeral of the Qian family.

……

And, at this time.

At five o'clock in the morning, the sky was still gray.

Dozens of kilometers away, the Drum Tower Church is already full of people.

The entire Drum Tower Church is hung with snow-white cotton and linen satin, forming a white palace.

In front of the main square, pots of snow-white white chrysanthemums are arranged into an endless row of white flowers.

According to custom, the deceased is deceased. Send white flowers to the deceased to show endless mourning.

So, the tide is full of flowers, and the dead are sacrificed.

Everything, just for ...... To the chief son of Qianjiang Bank... Qian Xuyang, hold a funeral!

Luxury cars with local license plates kept coming from afar and stopped in this thousands of square meters of church square.

Wealthy families from all over the south of the Yangtze River came to attend Qian Tizi's funeral.

Countless guests, all dressed in black suits and wearing a snow-white daisy on their chests, have shown their respect for the deceased.

Today's funeral can be described as a scale... Unprecedented.

In such a formation, almost... Comparable to a state funeral!

Inside the church.

In the center of the huge circular platform, there is a huge dragon coffin!

The coffin, has been made of golden silk nanmu material, the production and extravagance, on the coffin, there is also a real dragon relief!

At this time, the body of Qian Xuyang, the son of the Qian family, was lying quietly and peacefully in the coffin.

His corpse, made up by the groomer, was very peaceful, and he died peacefully.

On his body, he was also wearing a golden Kowloon cheongsam.

According to ancient customs, after death, a person wears a nine-dragon robe, and after death, he can be reincarnated as a general. Frieze I!

However, what is shocking is the hideous blood hole on his forehead.

What is this wounded by?

A blow to the punch kills you directly.

Although this hideous hole wound has been covered, it still can't hide the terrible traces of blood.

The cause of Qian Xuyang's death, the public obituary of the Qian family: Qian Xuyang died because of a car accident.

But, what a car accident...... Can you pierce his entire head?

Regarding this matter, no one in the know dared to speak. Because they are all sealed.

Those who don't know are suspicious in their hearts, but they can only discuss it softly behind their backs.

No one dares to really come out and question it.

The huge church, which is thousands of square meters, is almost full of people.

The black pressed one, and the guests from all sides were all dressed in black, with solemn faces.

Paying tribute to the dead.

In front of the carved dragon coffin, a priest, with his hands folded, is overliving the soul of the deceased.

"Almighty God and Father, you are the source of life, and you are through the Son. Jesus saved us...... Thou art the Son, and he is God, and thou and the Holy Spirit, and the living and eternal King, Amen. ”

All the guests present bowed their heads and prayed with the priest to see off the souls of the dead.

The head of the Qian family, Qian Peng, was standing quietly on the side at this time, he was dressed in a black neat suit, although he was only in his early fifties, his hair was already a little white.

Old man lost his son, the chairman of Qianjiang Bank, one of the biggest heroes in Jiangnan, and finally turned white overnight.

His second son, Qian Zehong, looked indifferent, and stood behind his father.

The death of the eldest brother, for Qian Zehong, is the fall of an idol. That kind of heartache makes him sad.

Qian Zehong has always regarded the eldest brother as an idol, and the ability of the eldest brother has turned the clouds and rain... Business tycoons.

Qian Zehong aspires to surpass the eldest brother and become as handsome as the eldest brother. Ultimately working for the family.

But today, everything... They all scattered.

Big brother is dead.

There was only one funeral left to see him off.

On the other side of the head of the family, Qian Peng, stood Su Qian, who was dressed in white and simple.

At this time, her pretty face was complicated and haggard, and she didn't even have makeup on her face. Because I really don't have the heart to put on makeup.

Three days ago, outside the gate of the Su family's house... That sea of people turmoil... She remembers it vividly. The endless sea of people, the threat of Chen Junlin...... Like a sharp blade, it hung in Su Qian's heart, lingering.

Su Qian's mind was complicated, holding the gift incense in her hand, but she had no mind at all. For some reason, today's funeral... She actually had a faint premonition?

I always feel ...... What's going to happen?