QT- I’m Almost Died
Chapter 207. Prophecy Is Not Meant To Be Fulfilled, But To Change
When Fan Jialuo received Park Liyu’s call, he was not surprised. After thinking carefully for a moment, he asked, “Is the Bi Zetai you mentioned the youngest male star?”
“Yes, it’s him! He just turned nineteen this year, and we even celebrated his birthday together. He has a good personality and is very warm-hearted, but he’s easily influenced and a bit naive, and can be led astray by others. Teacher Fan, it’s up to you whether or not to save him. I will never force you. I’m just passing on a message for him,” Park Liyu explained urgently.
“Nineteen years old, life is just beginning.” Fan Jialuo stood on the high balcony, overlooking the entire Moon Bay community, a deep and profound feeling flowing from his eyes.
Song Rui, who was sitting on the side, almost immediately noticed that he had some kind of association with the number nineteen, more precisely, it should be a memory. Recently, he has always fallen into a state of reminiscing about the past frequently. When he meets Zhang Yang, when Su Fengxi dies, and when he learns that the two Taoist priests Ni Xinhai has found, he is all like this. Do these people have some kind of connection with his past? Who is the nineteen-year-old in his mind? Is it himself?
His body is a vessel(Horcrux), meaning he himself should have died long ago, leaving only a wisp of his soul. If he was only nineteen when he died, what happened to him? Who could be so cruel as to harm a teenager?
In that instant, countless associations flashed through Song Rui’s mind, each one incredibly cruel and ruthless, causing his heart, hidden in the abyss of darkness, to tremble.
Dr. Song’s emanating negative energy caught Fan Jialuo’s attention, so he stopped reminiscing, and the deepness in his eyes immediately turned into a bright color. “Don’t overthink it. One day I will tell you myself.” He placed his hand on Dr. Song’s forehead and stroked the other’s thick black hair.
Hearing his gentle whispers and seeing his warm smile, Song Rui involuntarily stopped thinking and naturally took his cold hand, trying to give him some warmth. The two gazed at each other for a while, and then both felt relieved. One was no longer dwelling on the past, and the other was no longer entangled by various speculations. Finally, they smiled freely.
On the other end, Park Liyu asked in confusion, “Teacher Fan, what do you want to tell me?”
“Oh, sorry, I was talking to Dr. Song just now. Give me Mr. Bi’s phone number, I’ll talk to him.” Fan Jialuo immediately snapped back to reality.
“Okay, okay, I’ll send you his number right away! Thank you so much, Teacher Fan, I really don’t know what to say!” Park Liyu had been holding back her emotions, but upon receiving this good news, her voice immediately choked with emotion. She really hadn’t expected Teacher Fan to still be willing to associate with Bi Zetai and his group. If she were in his shoes, she would have proudly said, “Those who don’t heed the advice of their elders will suffer the consequences,” to demonstrate her foresight and uncanny ability to predict the future.
But Teacher Fan never gloated or took advantage of Jian Ya’s misfortune. Aside from a private phone call to Jian Ya to offer a serious warning, he made no public statements. Meanwhile, Jian Ya and others’ fans continued to attack him, relentlessly reporting him for promoting superstition and even attempting to sue him.
Park Liyu knew that Jian Ya had called Teacher Fan for help. At the time, she thought that if Teacher Fan was really as malicious as Jian Ya’s fans had slandered him, he should record that call and post it online so that everyone would know the truth. This would clear his name of the “spreading rumors and slander” charge and allow him to get revenge. But he didn’t. Apart from private reminders and advice, he didn’t take any action.
From that moment on, Park Liyu knew that Teacher Fan was the only person she could truly trust. She quickly sent the text message, silently expressing her gratitude countless times in her heart.
Fan Jialuo obtained Bi Zetai’s contact information and received a long message of thanks from Park Liyu. After reading the essay-like message, he replied earnestly, “You’re welcome,” before sending a call request.
Meanwhile, Bi Zetai, holding his phone, stared in disbelief at the string of numbers flashing on the screen, “It’s Teacher Fan calling! He called me personally!” He was overjoyed.
“Answer it quickly, put it on speakerphone!” Ni Xinhai urged impatiently, while the others formed a neat circle around the phone, straining to hear.
Although Abbot Changjing, Chang Zhen, Chang Sheng, Lin Nianci, Lin Nian’en, and others stood on the periphery, their expressions were solemn. Ever since they learned that Fan Jialuo could identify and even eliminate bad karma, they had attached great importance to the words of this sage.
The call connected, and a clear, melodious voice came through the receiver, “Hello, Mr. Bi Zetai.”
“Hello, hello, Teacher Fan, thank you for calling!” Bi Zetai tried hard to suppress the urge to burst into tears and asked anxiously, “Teacher Fan, is there any way to save us? We are at Longyin Temple now. Abbot here said he can perform a ritual for us, but it will take forty-nine days, and we won’t be able to save our faces either, wuwuwu…” He still cried when he got to the most desperate part.
“For some of you, forty-nine days may not be enough,” Fan Jialuo made the same judgment as Abbot Changjing.
Jian Ya felt as if her bones had been shattered by those words. She clutched her head in her hands, feeling dizzy and disoriented. Ni Xinhai and the others no longer had the will to condemn her, instead, they tightly embraced their own cold bodies.
Bi Zetai pleaded repeatedly, “Is there really no other way? Teacher Fan, I can apologize to you on Weibo. I’ll do anything you ask. Please save me!”
Fan Jialuo said calmly, “You have delayed for too long. Your bad karma has eroded your bones. Even if you remove it, your faces will be ruined. Now, whether I take action or the Abbot of Longyin Temple takes action, the result will be the same.”
Bi Zetai was completely unable to face this reality and immediately broke down, “Teacher Fan, is what you said really true? Is there really no way at all? I regret it so much now. I should have apologized to you sooner. I should have believed you sooner. I should have…”
His confession ignited Jian Ya’s anger. Completely despairing, she retorted with a defiant rage, “Shut up! Don’t say another word! The more you talk, the more smug Fan Jialuo will become! Do you think he genuinely wanted to help you by calling? Wrong! He’s here to laugh at us, to hear firsthand how miserable we are! The more you beg him, the happier he’ll be! I’ve seen plenty of people like him. He’s just enjoying our suffering, confirming his authority so he can smugly tell others—’Look, my prophecies were so accurate, are you scared?’ He’s a terrorist, he’s been using his power to spread terror. His prophecies keep everyone living in fear, and he derives pleasure from this atmosphere of terror! Don’t beg him anymore, he won’t help you!”
This passage demonstrates Jian Ya’s insight into people’s hearts, and it also dissipates the last bit of warmth from everyone’s already cold hearts.
Lin Nian’en and Lin Nianci frowned deeply, their expressions showing disgust. Chang Zhen and Chang Sheng exchanged a glance, then silently shook their heads. This Teacher Fan, though highly skilled, had serious character flaws, a grave taboo for cultivators. If he joined the Tianshui Sect, their grandmaster would definitely personally eliminate him.
Abbot Changjing, however, remained expressionless, intently focused on the phone, silently awaiting Fan Jialuo’s next words. From that clear, gentle voice alone, he discerned so many stories and emotions. He never made hasty judgments about a person.
After finishing her rant, Jian Ya felt quite satisfied. Seeing that there was still no response, she couldn’t help but sneer, “What, I see through you, so you have nothing to say now?”
After a long while, Fan Jialuo’s sigh came from the other end, “Ms. Jian, I really wish I could be mistaken just once.”
These nonsensical words made Jian Ya’s attitude even sharper, “What nonsense are you spouting now!”
“Ms. Jian, what do you think the prophecy is?” Fan Jialuo suddenly asked.
“Prophecy is bullshit!” Jian Ya had absolutely no desire to communicate with him.
Fan Jialuo said himself, “A prophecy is a prediction made before something happens, it has foresight and a time lag. In other words, when a prophecy is issued, it is actually just empty talk, it can actually be changed.”
Jian Ya spat on the ground, making a very loud noise.
Fan Jialuo slowed his speech, “I have already told you about the future, and if you are willing to believe, there will definitely be a way to change it. I am in this city, not hard to find, and you can easily find my phone number by asking around, it’s not a mystery. But in the time since the prophecy was released, I haven’t received any requests for help from any of you. I even clearly told you before the prophecy was released that danger would occur, and you should hold my hand.”
His words brought tears to Bi Zetai’s eyes and froze Jian Ya’s hateful expression on her face.
“Ms. Jian, I really hope my prophecies are wrong just once. When I release them, I hope fear will prompt you to change your future. I hope you will actively seek help instead of turning a deaf ear and a blind eye. If I were to truly enjoy the suffering of others, I would not tell you where the dangers are, nor would I teach you how to avoid them. I would simply hide in the shadows and revel in your miserable state.”
Jian Ya’s eyes were still filled with deep-seated hatred, but her cold expression slowly softened and spread across her face.
Fan Jialuo sighed, “Ms. Jian, when I released the prophecy and waited quietly for your plea for help, the initiative was already completely in your hands. Every day has 1,440 minutes and 86,400 seconds, and every minute and every second is an opportunity for you to change your future. What you need to do is actually very simple: just pick up your phone, call me, and say, ‘I’m sorry, please help me.’ I have waited for you for half a month. How many opportunities have I had in those half a month? Every day I have been preparing to change your future and make my prophecy an error, but you have not given me the chance.”
Fan Jialuo said, word by word, “Ms. Jian, you didn’t give me a chance, which is why my prophecy came true.”
Bi Zetai burst into tears, and Ni Xinhai and the others clutched their hearts, seemingly about to faint. If Fan Jialuo hadn’t spoken, they would never have realized that every single day, every hour, every minute, every second before, they actually had the opportunity to change everything! They themselves had given up on the future. Their stubbornness, narrow-mindedness, foolishness, and ignorance had ruined them. Was saying “I’m sorry, save me” really that hard? Was it harder than being in this state of neither human nor ghost, neither alive nor dead?
Thinking about it this way, the group felt their hearts clench, and they were in unbearable pain.
Jian Ya knelt down with a thud, her eyes filled with confusion.
Fan Jialuo slowly said, “Ms. Jian, I never made prophecies to be fulfilled, but to bring about change. If possible, I hope the world will allow me to be wrong just once, even just once. Even if it is a person like Wen Siyu, I hope that she will completely deny my words with an unlimited future, but it is a pity……” He didn’t finish his sentence, but everyone understood from reality that his prophecies had never been wrong, which showed the extent of the world’s prejudice and ignorance. He was a completely clear-headed person, yet he lived in such an ignorant world. What was it like for him?
Bi Zetai grew increasingly distressed, calling out Teacher Fan repeatedly, yet unsure of what he truly wanted to express. At that moment, the name burned a mark upon his heart like a raging fire—a mark that was both regret and enlightenment, the two merging into a single, profound realization……
“Teacher Fan, we were wrong, we know we were wrong, we were terribly wrong from the very beginning.” Ni Xinhai, who never knew what self-reflection was and always looked for reasons in others when things went wrong, actually sincerely admitted her mistakes.
After she spoke, Wan Shishu, Luo Jiuyuan, and Shi Yonghao all apologized, but Jian Ya remained silent, her neck stiff.
Lin Nian’en and Lin Nianci’s faces turned pale then red, then pale again, unsure of what expression to make. Fan Jialuo seemed completely different from what they had imagined.
Chang Zhen and Chang Sheng covered their faces with their hands, feeling quite embarrassed. Had they been too hasty in their judgment? Why did they always think the worst of this person?
Abbot Changjing stepped forward and bowed deeply, “Amituofu, well said, benefactor Fan, I see Buddha-nature in you.”
Fan Jialuo replied earnestly, “Abbot, everyone has Buddha-nature within them, and they are born with perfect and complete Buddha-nature.”
Abbot Changjing was even more surprised and immediately said, “However, not everyone can realize Buddha-nature. Buddha-nature is perfect, present-moment awareness. It is all-knowing, empty of inherent existence, naturally formed, clear and pure. And right now, I feel that it is you, you are Buddha-nature.”
Fan Jialuo seemed unwilling to discuss the matter and instead said, “Mr. Bi Zetai, I can show you another way.”
The wailing Bi Zetai immediately perked up his ears.
“Tell your fans your true situation and ask each of them to prepare a copy of the 《Ksitigarbha Sutra》 and recite it for you every day in their spare time. Salvation is not the exclusive duty of monks, anyone can do it as long as they are sincere.”
Abbot Changjing nodded, his face full of agreement.
Bi Zetai asked anxiously, “Besides the scriptures, what else do we need to prepare? Should we purify ourselves, take a bath, and observe a vegetarian diet?”
“No need, sincerity is enough. I’ve said before that there are two ways to eliminate bad karma. One is to ask a highly virtuous monk to perform a ritual for you, and the other is to use merit and faith to offset it. The method I’m telling you is about consuming the faith you’ve accumulated. If your followers see you as their faith, their prayers can help you resolve your bad karma. Go do it, don’t waste any more time.”
Fan Jialuo hung up the phone, and Bi Zetai quickly put on a large mask, recorded an apology video in front of the camera, and then asked his fans for help. He didn’t know how they would react, nor how many people would pray for him, but as long as one or two people had genuinely liked him and regarded him as their faith, that would be enough for him to leave the entertainment industry without regrets.
He had prepared for the worst, after all, his fame was entirely due to his face, and now that his face was ruined, his future was uncertain. This video was likely the last piece of footage he released, he had calmly accepted the reality that all his glory would return to dust.
Teacher Fan’s phone call brought him hope and the strength to face his predicament.
Following him, Wan Shishu also recorded a video asking for help.
But Jian Ya, Ni Xinhai, Shi Yonghao, and Luo Jiuyuan all hesitated. They themselves found their faces disgusting, so how could they possibly show them to their fans? Once the video was released, they were finished! Utterly finished!
Fan Jialuo only said they could try it, without saying the method would definitely work or how long it would take, so Jian Ya simply pretended she hadn’t heard anything. Not only that, she did the opposite, having her agent find a body double with an identical build, dress her in her clothes, use face-swapping software to swap her face onto the double’s, add the voiceover, match the lip movements, and release a debunking video.
She firmly denied that Fan Jialuo’s prophecy had already come true, only saying that she was fine and asking everyone not to spread rumors.
No matter what, she must protect her reputation and career.
“…A high monk is performing a ritual for me, and my face will recover soon. At worst, I’ll get a nose reconstruction surgery. Medical technology is so advanced now, it can definitely heal my face. Please keep this a secret for me for as long as you can.” Jian Ya assured her agent confidently over the phone. Her agent, besides stalling for time, couldn’t think of a better solution and had no choice but to agree.
Seeing Jian Ya’s behavior, Ni Xinhai, Shi Yonghao, and Luo Jiuyuan followed suit, having their agents find body doubles for them. The Zhang family’s entertainment company was already on the verge of collapse and couldn’t withstand any further turmoil, so they were naturally willing to cooperate.
Seeing the starkly contrasting choices of several celebrities, Abbot Changjing shook his head and said, “One is willing to let go, while the other is foolish and stubborn. Amituofu, the human heart is impermanent. Little do they know that what is tightly held in their hands often slips away faster, like grains of sand. The way of life lies in the way of taking and giving. Only by understanding what should be taken and what should be given can one be said to have comprehended life, otherwise, one will ultimately gain nothing.”
Lin Nianci and Lin Nian’en nodded repeatedly in agreement, looking as if they had benefited greatly.
Abbot Changjing paused for a moment, then said, “Perhaps that benefactor Fan truly has some connection with our Buddhist sect. He has seen through the impermanence of life and death and comprehended the perfect Buddha-nature.”
Chang Sheng and Chang Zhen were startled and exclaimed in unison, “How is this possible! If one comprehends perfect Buddha-nature, wouldn’t one become a Buddha? Let alone a hundred years, even if we look at thousands of years, have you ever heard of any mortal who has cultivated to become a Buddha?”
Abbot Changjing closed his eyes, chanted Amituofu, and finally shook his head, saying, “If that’s the case, I don’t even know what he is.”
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