QT- I’m Almost Died
Chapter 209. Fan Jialuo, Who Betrayed His Sect
Bi Zetai and Wan Shishu were happily preparing to go home down the mountain. Their agents, who had already received the news, rushed to greet them, but their reactions were quite different. Wan Shishu’s nose tip was missing a piece, and her disfigurement was quite severe. The subsequent repair would take a long time, and even if the results were good, it would definitely not be as good as the original. Her promising career was ultimately ruined.
Therefore, her agent immediately turned cold upon meeting her, asking a few indifferent questions before urging her to get in the car, displaying a very rude attitude. However, she herself seemed quite unfazed, sticking her head out of the window to wave goodbye to Bi Zetai and the several monks, her smile radiant.
Having gone through this ordeal, she became stronger and more open-minded. During those seven days, she did nothing but chant scriptures, contemplate, and reflect. Her chaotic thoughts vanished, replaced by increasing peace. The rapidly healing wounds on her face clearly told her, many people are chanting and praying for you, many people genuinely like you, so what reason do you have to give up on yourself?
She was already prepared to face any difficulties. Her agent’s cold attitude was nothing. As long as there was hope and courage, she would definitely be able to stand up again.
After her car drove away, Bi Zetai’s agent finally smiled happily and exclaimed, “When I saw the photos taken by the paparazzi, I was prepared for your face to be completely disfigured, but I didn’t expect you to recover so well!”
“Thanks to Teacher Fan’s help.” Bi Zetai pointed into the temple and said in a low voice, “Only Wan Shishu and I followed Teacher Fan’s instructions to ask the fans for help. Those few people just wouldn’t listen to Teacher Fan, and their faces are still ruined.”
“Really? Do you have anything left at the temple? I’ll go get it for you.” The agent made an excuse and rushed into Longyin Temple, immediately spotting Jian Ya collapsed on the altar and Ni Xinhai and the others sitting beside her. Their faces were indeed still mangled, covered in patches of blood, hundreds of times more horrifying than any paparazzi photo. If the agent hadn’t seen it with his own eyes, he would never have believed that Bi Zetai and the others got hurt at the same time.
“So you followed Teacher Fan’s advice and recovered so quickly?” The agent was still confirming after entering the room. He hadn’t thought Bi Zetai’s recovery was particularly remarkable, but after seeing Jian Ya and the others, he realized that his artist had actually created a miracle.
“Yes, back then Teacher Fan said he could show me another way out, and I followed his instructions without hesitation and posted a video asking for help. You even called me and scolded me then!” Bi Zetai glared at his agent.
The agent touched his nose and chuckled, “How could I have known that Teacher Fan’s words would be so accurate! But now everyone knows he’s a genuine psychic. Goodness, his Weibo followers have exceeded 100 million, and people are urging him to release prophecies every day. Many top-tier celebrities want to meet and chat with him, but they can’t find him. He’s incredibly famous now, even more famous than Liu Zhao at his peak.”
The agent pointed outside and scoffed, “The fans of those few people are still attacking Teacher Fan, saying his predictions are completely inaccurate, that their idols weren’t disfigured, and they’re so arrogant, as if Jian Ya and the others are more powerful than a psychic. Tsk tsk tsk, what do you think these fans’ reaction would be if they knew the truth about Jian Ya and the others?”
“They’ll probably be quite heartbroken and disappointed. Jian Ya and the others are simply using their fans as tools. My fans are much more lovable than Jian Ya’s fans. I must repay them properly for the rest of my life.” Bi Zetai was now full of love and peace, and his words were no longer as impulsive as before.
He touched his face and said earnestly, “Ge, if I could remove all the scars on my face, I would definitely improve my professional skills in the future. I don’t want to date anymore, and I don’t want to be rebellious. I want to dedicate the best years of my youth to my fans and make them proud of me. Without them, there would be no me today.”
Because of his early fame and the satisfaction of making a lot of money, Bi Zetai became quite arrogant recently, insisting on being himself. He did whatever his agent forbade, smoking, drinking, going to nightclubs, and generally letting himself loose.
His fans were quite worried about his rebellious nature, but he still posted a provocative Weibo post saying, “Whatever, it’s none of your business.” But now, he seems to have grown up overnight, learning to be grateful and striving for improvement.
The agent was almost moved to tears and nodded repeatedly in agreement.
Bi Zetai didn’t actually have much to pack, just two changes of monk’s robes and a copy of the 《Ksitigarbha Sutra》. These were originally meant to be returned to the temple, but he couldn’t bear to part with them, so he went to ask Abbot Changjing and was granted permission to take them with him.
He folded his monk’s robe neatly, placed the scriptures on top, and held them in his hands with utmost care. This journey was both a disaster and a rebirth for him.
Just before he could get in the car, Lin Nian’en suddenly ran over and handed him a big jar, saying apologetically, “This contains a scar-removing medicine concocted by my ShiXiong, and it also contains my ShiJie’s spiritual energy. It’s definitely more effective than any scar-removing product sold on the market. Take it home and apply it every day, and your face will definitely recover. My ShiJie’s hands recovered after using this ointment.” He pointed to Lin Nianci standing at the temple entrance, whose hands had already regained their fair and delicate appearance.
The agent glanced at her casually and was immediately awestruck, but Bi Zetai’s reaction was indifferent, he simply nodded slightly in farewell. Beauty had little influence on him anymore, because his heart now only held his fans.
“Thank you. Does this medicine help with skin healing? Can someone like this apply it?” Bi Zetai opened his WeChat Moments and showed Lin Nian’en the photos Park Liyu had posted that day. For the past seven days, she had been documenting her life, without editing or filters, showing her most authentic self, and her posts were all positive and full of energy. A few red patches remained on her face, but the swelling had completely subsided, and she was vaguely regaining her former radiance.
Lin Nian’en looked at the photo and nodded, “Yes, she can use it too. This is my contact information. If you run out of medicine, you can come to me again. I’m sorry, it was my rash decision that caused you to end up like this. I will do my best to make amends.”
“It’s alright, I know you’re trying to save people.” Bi Zetai smiled magnanimously, then patted his still-dazed agent, urging him to hurry up and leave.
After descending the mountain, he divided the ointment into two bottles and took them to Park Liyu’s house. Seeing his face covered in pink scars, yet not unsightly, Park Liyu was overjoyed. She hugged him, screamed, and jumped for joy. Her happiness infected Bi Zetai, finally giving him a sense of peace, a feeling of, it’s so good to be back.
The two touched heads together, their eyes crinkling with laughter. Their agents captured the moment on camera, edited it slightly, and posted it on their Weibo accounts with just one caption——We’re back.
Because they were tilting their heads to the side, backlit, and with a soft filter applied, the red spots and freckles on their faces weren’t very noticeable. At first glance, they still looked as handsome or beautiful as ever, but their eyes held more emotions and stories, giving people a very comfortable and extremely moving feeling.
The two idols’ fans had already prepared themselves to say goodbye to them forever, but to their surprise, their idols not only didn’t retire from the entertainment industry, but instead started making public appearances. They couldn’t help but let out a scream like groundhogs: Ahhhhh! Our idols are back! Our idols’ faces aren’t ruined, that’s so great!
Afterwards, the two thanked Teacher Fan and many other people involved. Bi Zetai also wrote a letter of confession to his fans, explaining how they had saved him from despair.
It was only then that fans and casual observers realized what their daily recitation of the scriptures meant to Bi Zetai. The feeling of being pulled out of the mire and given a new life was truly wonderful. This is what it means to give roses and have the fragrance linger on your hand!
Only then did they finally understand the true feelings behind Fan Jialuo’s words, “Let me make an error once.” How could cold prestige and fame compare to the warmth of hope and redemption? Looking at the two smiling brightly in the photo, the emotion they felt at that moment was indescribable.
Bi Zetai and Park Liyu’s fans were ecstatic and flooded Fan Jialuo’s Weibo with thanks.
Meanwhile, Jian Ya, who had just woken up from her faint spell, also used her lunch break to browse Weibo, and inevitably saw the photo of Bi Zetai and Park Liyu that had quickly become a trending topic.
The authorities were struggling to explain Su Fengxi’s unusual transformation when Bi Zetai’s plea for help video provided an excellent angle. They seized upon this, claiming that Su Fengxi’s drastic weight loss and skin ulceration were caused by the use of toxic skincare products. Consequently, Bi Zetai and Wan Shishu’s videos not only weren’t deleted, but were also frequently pushed to the top of trending searches by the authorities to corroborate the dangers of toxic skincare products.
Now that Bi Zetai has recovered, in order to eliminate the fear spreading among the people, the authorities naturally gave him another push, sending him to the top of the trending searches.
Seeing Bi Zetai’s popularity and buzz rise instead of fall, Jian Ya’s eyes turned red with jealousy. She never expected that Fan Jialuo would actually point out a bright future for Bi Zetai, allowing him to escape from his desperate situation and be reborn so quickly.
If only I had listened to Fan Jialuo back then! No, no, no, what if I had apologized from the beginning, or even earlier, on the day we first met in Zhao Wenyan’s office, I had held Fan Jialuo’s hand?
The result was that my face never rotted, the so-called prophecy never came true, and I am still the actress with countless endorsements, a constant stream of film offers, and a net worth of tens of millions. Jian Ya felt more and more regretful, her heart aching as if cut by a knife.
She couldn’t hold back any longer and went to a quiet corner to call her agent, “I also need to record a video to ask my fans for help. Bi Zetai has already come down the mountain, but my face is still the same. This can’t go on. Fan Jialuo is right. Asking fans to pray really works.”
The agent was practically going crazy, pleading, “Ya Jie, don’t assume things! The video we had a stand-in for has already been restored by an expert. I’ve been busy every day refuting the rumors about you, saying your face isn’t damaged. We even spent a lot of money to hire an internet celebrity who’s had plastic surgery and looks seven or eight parts like you, and released a lot of candid photos to reassure the fans. Please don’t cause me any more trouble. Your fans are constantly bragging on Fan Jialuo’s Weibo, saying that everyone else is disfigured, but you’re fine. If you stand up for help now, aren’t you just slapping your fans in the face? Do you think they’ll be happy about that?”
Jian Ya never expected that she had blocked another path to survival, and she couldn’t help but cry, “What should I do now? Abbot Changjing said that the bad karma on my body hasn’t been eliminated much at all, and even 49 days of rituals won’t be enough. We still need to continue performing rituals. As long as that bad karma isn’t eliminated, my face won’t heal. Right now it’s just rotting flesh, and eventually even the bones will rot away. If the bones rot away, how can I live? If I don’t ask my fans for help, I can only wait to die. Are you just going to watch me die?”
Even the most cold-blooded agent wouldn’t kill a person. After hesitating for a long time, he finally agreed, “Then you can post the video, but I’m warning you first, the fans’ reaction may be the opposite of what you expect. To put it bluntly, you’ve been treating them like dogs during this time.”
“No, they are very loyal to me. Even if someone is disappointed, they will forgive me because I am so pitiful.” Jian Ya hung up the phone with confidence, then recorded a video and posted it online.
Ni Xinhai nudged Luo Jiuyuan’s arm, gestured towards Jian Ya’s direction with her chin, and whispered, “She’s definitely recording a plea for help video. Let’s record one too. Forty-nine days is too slow, I’m going crazy!”
Bi Zetai and Wan Shishu regarded this ritual of passage as a valuable experience and a precious gift, while Ni Xinhai saw it as torment and suffering. People with wisdom and those without wisdom make completely different choices, and their lives will be very different as a result.
Luo Jiuyuan was also looking at Bi Zetai’s Weibo, but his eyes only showed envy, not jealousy. He shook his head and said, “You can post it if you want, I won’t. Have you forgotten? Every time we listen to Jian Ya, we fall into a trap. She forbade us to apologize to Teacher Fan, so we could only ask Lin Nian’en for help, and now we’re in this mess. Instead of asking her fans for help, she posted a video to refute the rumors, and we followed her example, and as a result, Bi Zetai and Wan Shishu have long since recovered, while we’re still slowly rotting here. If you think you can listen to her, then keep listening, but I’m definitely not going to jump into the fire pit with her again.”
Ni Xinhai looked back, her heart clenching. Yes, Jian Ya seemed particularly unpredictable, every choice she made led her to deeper and deeper abyss. Those who followed her also fell into the abyss, unable to climb out. On the contrary, Bi Zetai and Wan Shishu, who parted ways with Jian Ya midway, quickly escaped the inferno, while Park Liyu, who had never wanted to associate with Jian Ya from the beginning, was completely unharmed.
These facts repeatedly prove that Jian Ya’s words should never be heeded, anyone who listens will be doomed! Thinking this, Ni Xinhai immediately abandoned the idea of posting the video and angrily cursed, “She’s a jinx!”
Luo Jiuyuan said calmly, “She’s not a jinx, she’s just foolish. She doesn’t let go when she should, and she doesn’t take what she should. She can’t let go of things, and she can’t pick them up either. She’s made a mess of her life. Abbot Changjing said it well——ending the scattering of the mind is the end of the cycle of suffering. So our minds must be firm.”
Ni Xinhai looked at him with a completely new perspective and suddenly said, “It seems you’ve realized it too.”
Luo Jiuyuan smiled, and the dark aura on his face dissipated considerably. No matter how many scriptures others recited or how many prayers they offered, how could it compare to a sudden, spontaneous moment of enlightenment that swept through one’s own heart in pure awareness? The most glorious moment in life is the moment of awakening of one’s true nature.
Seeing this, Abbot Changjing put his hands together, smiled and chanted a Buddhist prayer. He turned to look at the stubborn Jian Ya and couldn’t help but sigh, “Foolish child.”
Jian Ya’s plea for help video was quickly released and its popularity soared, but the fans’ reaction was completely different from what she had imagined. They were stunned for a while, and then they frantically questioned her, asking why she only came forward to ask for help now that her face was already ruined, and who took the photos and videos she had posted on Weibo in recent days. Was it really as the hackers analyzed, that they had all been faked by a body double?
Jian Ya couldn’t answer any of these questions, nor did she intend to. She just kept urging her fans on Weibo to download the 《Ksitigarbha Sutra》 to pray for her.
Some fans subconsciously obeyed her words, while others suddenly realized the truth and felt utterly hopeless.
One of her most loyal fans, who had built the largest fan club for her, wrote her a farewell letter after much deliberation: 【I’m sorry, I won’t pray for you this time, because you don’t deserve it. 】
This opening line alone attracted the attention of countless fans and passersby.
【Let me recount what we’ve done for you these past few days. You said that Fan Jialuo was spreading rumors and slandering you, so we bombarded his Weibo account and crowdfunded funds for you to sue him for defamation, you said your face was fine, so we posted your beautiful photos everywhere to help you clear your name. You recorded a video saying you were alright, but hackers identified the video as a deepfake, and we still stood by you and denounced them for talking nonsense. You hired internet celebrities to take candid photos and pretend it was you, and we believed it without a doubt. Even when others presented us with piece of evidence saying you were lying, we fought tooth and nail to refute it for you. 】
【For you, we fought against Fan Jialuo’s fans, argued with Park Liyu’s fans, and clashed fiercely with Bi Zetai and Wan Shishu’s fans. Even though the whole world says you’re a fraud, we still stand in front of you, firmly saying we believe in you! 】
【But now you’ve come forward and told us yourself that you’re a liar. What are we then? What has become of what we fought for, protected, and cherished? Are we your fans, or just tools you use to attack others, slander others, disguise yourself, and promote yourself? 】
【However, none of this is enough to make me completely disappointed in you. What frightens me most is that Teacher Fan warned you several times and was prepared to save you, yet you took advantage of our blind trust to attack him. What is your mentality? I thought and thought and finally understood. You hate Teacher Fan, don’t you? Because you fell into the abyss, the person who once reached out to save you, only to be pushed away so harshly, has become your enemy. You attribute all your misfortune to him, you hate that he didn’t sacrifice himself, go to great lengths, beg and plead, and even offer himself up to save you! 】
【His reminders and advice became reasons for your hatred of him. You remind me of the wolf saved by Mr. Dongguo, and the snake warmed by the farmer. Your heart is ungrateful, cold-hearted, selfish, narrow-minded, and prejudiced! Even now, you refuse to give us a straight answer, only repeatedly emphasizing how pitiful you are and hoping we will pray for you. How much of our kindness to you will you remember? 】
【You remember nothing because you have no heart! If you did, you wouldn’t still refuse to apologize to Teacher Fan. I’m sorry, your behavior truly shames and frightens me, so I will not chant scriptures for you. I’m leaving. Friends in the group, feel free to stay or leave as you please. 】
After posting this long article, the fan deleted all content related to Jian Ya from Weibo and unfollowed her.
Fan Jialuo, Park Liyu, Bi Zetai, and Wan Shishu’s fans, always eager for drama, reposted the Weibo post, propelling it to the top of the trending topics list.
This fan wielded considerable influence within Jian Ya’s fan group. Her departure left many feeling sorry for themselves and questioning Jian Ya’s character, so they too left. Those fans who had downloaded the 《Ksitigarbha Sutra》 were also affected, developing doubts. How could one possibly be focused and devout while reciting the sutra? Without devotion, Jian Ya naturally wouldn’t receive the power of faith from them.
Having witnessed the spectacle for so long, the passersby naturally had a clearer understanding of Jian Ya’s character. She was selfish, narrow-minded, a habitual liar, and ruthless, almost every despicable quality a human being could possess could be found in her. It was already a favor not to criticize her, why would anyone sympathize with her?
The video, far from achieving its intended effect, caused Jian Ya’s popularity and reputation to plummet. A comeback and renewed fame seem impossible for her now. Ni Xinhai and others, also implicated, were exposed for their fabricated denial videos, causing their popularity to plummet as well.
When Abbot Changjing performed the ritual again, he found that the dark aura on Jian Ya’s face had not diminished but had instead increased. He couldn’t help but sigh inwardly at the folly of the world.
At the same time, Chang Sheng gathered his fellow disciples in his room and said solemnly, “Shifu just called and told us to keep a close eye on Fan Jialuo and not let him escape. He is the same Holy Child who stole our Tianshui Sect’s most treasured artifact more than a hundred years ago.”
“What? More than a hundred years have passed, and he’s still alive?” Lin Nian’en was startled.
“Isn’t our Shizu still alive and well? How could someone like him, who is close to a demigod, die so easily? He was only five years old when he could already cover a small town with his magnetic field. What kind of strength does he have now? Shifu is afraid that something bad will happen to us, so he forbids us from confronting him directly. He only told us to monitor him and not to act rashly. Our Shizu will come out of seclusion soon, and he will personally deal with this traitor!” Chang Sheng slammed his fist on the table, his face full of anger.
Lin Nianci swayed as if she was about to faint.
Lin Nian’en quickly helped her up and comforted her, “ShiJie, don’t get agitated. We have found the person who harmed Aunt Enci. You must stay calm. Shizu will seek justice for Aunt.”
Tears streamed down Lin Nianci’s face as she choked out, “After searching for over a hundred years, I’ve finally found him. It must be my mother’s spirit in heaven that brought us together on this unexpected encounter, right? Nian’en, I want to avenge my mother with my own hands!”
Lin Nianci’s mother, Song Enci, fought a fierce battle with Fan Jialuo to retrieve the sect’s most treasured artifact. Both disappeared afterward. Years later, Song Enci returned with half of the artifact, but suffered severe internal injuries that she never fully recovered from. Then, during the battle of protecting the dragon, she was further wounded while trying to save the grandmaster and died. Her body was never found, only a baby girl lying in a pool of blood was left behind. The other half of the treasured artifact, which she had so painstakingly retrieved, was also lost.
The grandmaster had suspected that her death was caused by Fan Jialuo, and that he must have taken the other half of the treasure as well. For years, the Tianshui Sect had been searching for this traitor, but they never expected him to dare appear so openly on television. Wasn’t he afraid of being discovered?
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