Steal The Wind But Not The Moon [MTL] (Completed)

Chapter 67

In the canopy swimming pool on the top floor of the Bomanjia Building, the morning light came in from all directions and turned the water surface into light blue. Xiang Mingzhang swam for two kilometers. In the last half of the journey, a familiar figure walked on the shore.

After reaching the finish line, Xiang Mingzhang came up from the swimming pool, his muscles dripping with water.

After Xu Liao called last time, he stayed for an extra day. Last night, he rushed back from Ningbo overnight. He came to report in person early in the morning. He handed over the towel and said, "Mr. Xiang, there is a new development."

Xiang Mingzhang took the towel and put it on his shoulders, and walked to the rest area. There was a breakfast on the table, and beside it was a folder brought by Xu Liao.

Xiang Mingzhang opened the file, took out the information inside, and said, "It's hard work, let's eat something."

Holding the knife and fork, Xu Liao said as he ate, "The price of that cemetery is one of the best in Ningbo, which means that the Yao family's economic conditions are good. I investigated according to this idea, and then locked the target."

Xiang Mingzhang looked through it carefully. The ancestral home of this Yao family is in Ningbo. The three generations were wealthy. It is estimated that the ancestors have some family background.

After implementing the policy of reform and opening up, the Yao family followed the trend of the times and founded a trading company. The business was doing well, and later the family moved to Hangzhou.

The founder of Yao's company is Yao Zheng, a lady who is over seventy years old.

Over the years, Yao Zheng has been funding the relocation and maintenance of Shen Zuorun's tomb. Every Tomb-sweeping Day, she will make a special trip back to Ningbo to worship.

Xiang Mingzhang asked: "Are the Yao family and the Shen family related?"

Xu Liao said: "There is no connection found, the possibility of relatives is unlikely, maybe they are old friends."

In times of war and chaos, how many people can't even take care of their close relatives. If they can insist on being an outsider for decades, the friendship between the two parties must be quite deep.

Xiang Mingzhang turned a page, it was information about a temple, he was a little surprised: "What is this?"

Xu Liao was also not sure if it was useful, and said: "I found out that this is a local temple in Ningbo. It was originally little-known. Ms. Yao donated a large sum of money to help renovate it. I will go to the temple to offer incense."

Xiang Mingzhang said: "Ms. Yao believes in Buddhism?"

Time was tight, so Xu Liao only inquired a few words in the temple, and said: "She enshrined a tablet to a deceased monk, mainly to worship that person."

Xiang Mingzhang stared at the message of the monk, whose Dharma name was "Wangqiu", who died in 1969.

It was a long time ago, and I couldn't find any more content. Xiang Mingzhang calculated the time. This monk and Shen Zuorun were a few years apart in age, and they lived in the same era.

Maybe the two know each other?

Xiang Mingzhang went back to the apartment and changed his clothes. Unknowingly, he was dressed in serious black. The watch cabinet was opened, and there were more than a dozen expensive watches. The plain silver pocket watch was placed in the center.

"Swastika" pattern, Buddhism.

Xiang Mingzhang's heart skipped a beat. Could that monk have something to do with the pocket watch?