QT- I’m Almost Died
Chapter 206. Paparazzi Expose, Backed Them In To A Corner
Abbot Changjing had performed many rituals and had even performed rites of passage for vengeful ghosts that had been vengeful for centuries, however, performing a rite of passage for living people was something he was doing for the very first time. The people are still alive, yet they are already tainted with bad karma from hell, and could even ignite karmic fire. Such a thing was unheard of and unseen in the world of metaphysics, so everyone was on edge, as if facing a formidable enemy.
“If we don’t find the people who harmed them, the consequences will be very serious.” Abbot Changjing said to the two Taoist priests with great concern.
The two middle-aged Taoist priests, one named Chang Zhen and the other Chang Sheng, were the eldest and second disciples of the elder from before, namely Taoist Priest Zhi Fei. They were highly skilled and had a broad perspective, so they could naturally understand Abbot Changjing’s concerns.
Chang Zhen looked at the group of people slumped on the ground and said in a deep voice, “Yes, if we don’t find the source, the human world will become a hell.”
Chang Sheng beckoned Lin Nian’en, “Shidi, tell me what exactly happened.”
In an attempt to redeem himself, Lin Nian’en quickly recounted how he met Ni Xinhai, how he noticed the dark aura around her, and how he used the wrong exorcism method, which resulted in them becoming neither human nor ghost. He even recounted the phone call from Fan Jialuo word for word.
Chang Zhen had a rather short temper, and immediately scolded, “How did I teach you when you were a child? What were the things I said to you most often?”
“You always told me that there are always people better than you, and that there’s always something beyond your understanding, and that I shouldn’t be blindly arrogant.” At this point, Lin Nian’en’s face was flushed crimson, and his head felt as heavy as a thousand pounds, making it impossible for him to lift it. He suddenly realized that when Fan Jialuo called him yesterday to tell him the truth, he had mocked that person in the same way. He had thought the other person was arrogant, foolish, and ignorant, but little did he know that the truly blind person was himself.
Chang Zhen smacked his head hard with his knuckles, asking with exasperation, “Since you still remember, why don’t you take Fan Jialuo’s words seriously? He could see that Su Fengxi was a monster, can you?”
Lin Nian’en shook his head awkwardly. He couldn’t, he had previously been a fervent fan of Su Fengxi.
“If others can do what you can’t, it means their cultivation is deeper than yours. So why don’t you take their words seriously? Why do you deny them without even trying to discern their truth? Do you think we, as members of the orthodox Taoist sect, are superior to him? In learning, there is no distinction between elder and young, the accomplished come first. Since he is stronger than you, you should listen to his opinions seriously!” Chang Zhen pointed at Lin Nianci’s charred hands, his voice trembling, “If it weren’t for your stubbornness and arrogance, would your ShiJie have had to suffer like this? Look at the things you’ve done!”
Lin Nian’en was scolded until tears streamed down his face. After a long while, he sniffled and said, “ShiXiong, didn’t you and Shifu also fail to recognize that the dark aura was bad karma? How many highly accomplished people in the world are like Abbot Changjing, who has entered the intermediate state and seen hell?”
The intermediate state is a doctrine in Tibetan Buddhism, referring to the intermediate state between death and reincarnation. Those who practice Tibetan Buddhism place great importance on death, believing that the moment of death is the most sacred and radiant, the moment when the greatest energy is unleashed, and the moment leading to liberation or enlightenment. Their entire spiritual practice is preparation for death, entering the intermediate state is entering the path, seeing through birth and death is seeing through illusion.
In this world today, truly enlightened monks are extremely rare, almost countable on one hand. In other words, those who can recognize that the dark aura represents bad karma are also few and far between in the world of metaphysics. That’s why Lin Nian’en naturally rejected Fan Jialuo’s claim. How could he have imagined that a young man in his early twenties would possess such profound cultivation?
His rebuttal left Chang Zhen speechless, his throat tightening. Chang Sheng, however, was too lazy to reason with his junior brother and raised his hand as if to punch him.
Abbot Changjing couldn’t help but smooth things over, “According to you, this whole matter should be related to that benefactor Su. Where is she?”
“They must have been arrested by the police. We don’t know if they’re alive or dead.” Lin Nian’en raised his chin at Jian Ya and the others, his face full of confusion, “They don’t know how they got into this mess either. They just said they used skincare products that Su Fengxi gave them, but I’ve checked all those products and there’s nothing wrong with them.”
Chang Zhen, feeling a bit itchy to hit him, said sternly, “You say there’s no problem, so there’s no problem? Is your eyesight really that good? How come these people are lying here?”
Lin Nian’en was scolded so much that he couldn’t even lift his head.
Chang Sheng immediately took out his phone and called the Taoist people, ordering them to investigate Su Fengxi’s whereabouts and everything behind her. They quickly replied, saying Su Fengxi had been taken away by the Zhang family, “……This Zhang family is very strange. They just took over the Special Security Department and then spent a huge sum of money building an entertainment company, poaching almost all the top stars in the industry. Su Fengxi was trained by them. Zhang Yang used a lot of connections to get her out.”
“So Su Fengxi was taken away by the Zhang family, and you don’t even know if she’s alive or dead?” Chang Sheng frowned, secretly blaming the police for letting the tiger return to the mountain. If Su Fengxi had been captured by someone from their Taoist sect, they could have killed her immediately.
“Yes, nobody knows what her current situation is.”
“Investigate the Zhang family thoroughly!” Chang Sheng had the Tianshui Sect behind him, so almost the entire Taoist community followed his orders. As soon as he finished speaking, many people were sent to investigate the Zhang family, but they were too late. The Zhang family’s old mansion was empty, and all the members of the Zhang family had disappeared. Their company was managed by agents, so it was still operating normally.
Upon receiving feedback from the Taoist people, Chang Sheng asserted, “The Zhang family definitely has a problem. Our Taoist community will pay close attention. In addition, I have already had people bring up all the cosmetics used by those celebrities. Please have the Abbot check them again.”
Subduing demons and monsters is the duty of both Buddhism and Taoism, so Abbot Changjing readily agreed.
Before they could reach a conclusion, Jian Ya and the others started making a scene again, all because Jian Ya’s agent called, frantically asking if she was disfigured. Jian Ya had barely denied it when Ni Xinhai’s agent called to probe, even suggesting she check Weibo’s trending topics.
The group took out their phones and were immediately shocked. It turned out that they had been secretly photographed by paparazzi when they left the villa and entered Longyin Temple. Fortunately, the monks of Longyin Temple were all highly skilled in martial arts and quickly discovered the peeping tom, chasing them away and preventing them from filming the scene inside the temple.
Even so, based solely on their clothing and physiques, many netizens are convinced that these monsters with faces covered in rotting flesh are Jian Ya and her companions. They had just denied Fan Jialuo’s prophecy and even gave a high-profile interview accusing Fan Jialuo of defamation, only to be photographed looking completely different right afterward—the speed at which they were proven wrong was almost instantaneous.
Currently, the public remains in a wait-and-see attitude regarding this matter, neither believing nor disbelieving. However, Jian Ya’s fans firmly believe the photos are photoshopped. They are numerous and powerful, easily overwhelming the paparazzi’s studio and Fan Jialuo’s Weibo account. They have even launched a crowdfunding campaign, claiming they will sue Fan Jialuo for defamation, until he’s bankrupt. At the same time, they demand that Jian Ya and others quickly step forward and publicly appear, slapping the paparazzi and Fan Jialuo in the face.
How could they possibly step forward and show themselves? What would they use to slap Fan Jialuo in the face?
Seeing the fans’ shared sentiments in their comments and petitions, Jian Ya understood for the first time what it meant to shoot herself in the foot. If she hadn’t been so high-profile and so reckless, she wouldn’t be in this predicament now. As the photos gained more and more attention and the fans’ demands for their idol to come forward and clarify the rumors were about to reach their limit, she was so anxious she felt like killing someone.
“Our fans are all urging us to make an appearance. What should we do now?” She asked the crowd for help.
“Yes, they will definitely make us all appear together, because that’s exactly what you planned before! If you hadn’t misled us step by step and blocked our way out, we wouldn’t be in this situation now.” Ni Xinhai closed his eyes in despair, and Wan Shishu and the others didn’t want to pay any attention to Jian Ya either.
From this day forward, their lives are plunged into darkness. Each of them once had the chance to grasp that glimmer of hope, the price of which was merely the three words, I’m sorry. They are still alive, but they are practically dead, their faces decaying—what difference is there between them and ghosts? All the glamour, the extravagance, the glory—have vanished from them.
Looking back now, they were horrified to discover that Fan Jialuo’s prophecy was so accurate, almost every word perfectly mirroring their current predicament. What were they thinking back then? Was it so difficult to reach out and grasp Fan Jialuo’s hand? Why didn’t they believe him? Why didn’t they apologize? Why did they willingly give up hope of rescue?
Ni Xinhai, tormented by remorse, kicked the tree beside her repeatedly, while the others sobbed softly. A deathly despair spread through their hearts.
Jian Ya gripped her phone tightly, not daring to utter another word. She was afraid these people would pounce on her and tear her apart.
As they fell into either silence or madness, an unremarkable middle-aged man entered Longyin Temple carrying a box and then placed the dazzling array of skincare products from the box onto the stone table.
Abbot Changjing opened the bottle cap and smelled it, but dared not touch the contents at all. After observing carefully for a few minutes, he shook his head at Chang Zhen and Chang Sheng, indicating that his eyesight was limited and he could not see the problem. However, he did not give up. Instead, he moved the bottles and jars to the altar and had the monks sit around the altar to chant sutras for the deceased.
It’s common for monks to perform rituals to help the dead pass on, but who has ever seen a skincare product being used for this purpose? This scene is more unbelievable than the most absurd absurd absurd drama.
Chang Zhen and Chang Sheng’s eyelids twitched uncontrollably, while Lin Nian’en and Lin Nianci wore expressions of utter bewilderment. However, a strange thing happened. As the chanting of sutras wafted around the altar, black mist began to seep from the cracks in the bottles and jars. This black mist lingered above the altar for a long time, then thrashed about, seemingly trying to find a way to escape. It appeared alive, yet slowly died amidst the monks’ devout prayers and wisps of Buddhist light. They had truly been liberated!
This bizarre scene shocked Chang Zhen and the others, and also gave hope to the celebrities who were waiting in despair.
“The dark aura has dissipated! The ritual really worked!” Jian Ya exclaimed in surprise, then knelt down with a thud and pleaded, “Abbot, please save me! Please perform the ritual for me now!”
When facing Fan Jialuo, she wouldn’t even say, I’m sorry, but now she was able to humble herself and kneel heavily, almost breaking her kneecaps.
Abbot Changjing understood her mindset, she had simply been blinded by the scene before, thinking that performing a ritual to help the deceased was a simple matter, that reciting a scripture would restore their faces to their original state. They had completely forgotten what he had said earlier.
Abbot Changjing had to reiterate, “Amituofu, benefactor, I have already said that I can help you eliminate your karma, but you must recite scriptures for forty-nine days. During these forty-nine days, you will have to endure the excruciating pain of your bad karma every moment, and your festering flesh will never heal. Only after forty-nine days can you go to the hospital for treatment, but you will still lose your face. This is all I can do for you.”
“Does it really have to be forty-nine days? Can’t we shorten the time by hiring more monks and reciting the scriptures more often?”
Abbot Changjing closed his eyes and shook his head, “Benefactor, you must know that no amount of monks or scriptures can make up for the sincerity of faith. In the rite of passage, not only must we be sincere, but you must also be sincere. Not only must we recite scriptures, but you must also recite scriptures. Purification, fasting, and a mind free from external things are the most basic requirements. Given your current state, I’m afraid even forty-nine days will be insufficient, and you will need more time to eliminate your bad karma.”
His words terrified Jian Ya, causing her to collapse to the ground. Ni Xinhai and the others also wore expressions of despair. Bi Zetai, however, took out his phone, secretly ran to a secluded corner, and made a call to Park Liyu for help, bursting into tears.
Park Liyu was both heartbroken and furious, repeatedly questioning, “Didn’t I call to warn you? Why didn’t you listen? Is it so hard to apologize to Teacher Fan? Now you’re scared, but it’s too late! I saw your photos online. Wan Shishu and Jian Ya’s noses are rotten. How can they be saved? Only a god could give you a new face, right? You wait until things have reached this desperate point to finally think of Teacher Fan? Isn’t that essentially making an unreasonable demand and engaging in emotional blackmail? What if he can’t save you either? Are you just going to turn around and hate him again? Are you going to mobilize your fans to attack him all over again?”
As Park Liyu spoke, she herself began to cry, feeling sad for her friend and also feeling sorry for Teacher Fan.
Bi Zetai sobbed silently, repeatedly promising that he would never hate Teacher Fan, “……No matter what, I am grateful to Teacher Fan. I regret so much that I didn’t hold his hand back then. Jiejie, I’m only nineteen years old, my life has just begun——”
He couldn’t continue speaking, so he squatted on the ground and pounded his head hard.
Imagining his pitiful and miserable appearance, Park Liyu finally softened and gritted her teeth, saying, “You wait here, I’ll call Teacher Fan and ask. I can’t guarantee that he can save you, and since you haven’t apologized yet, he probably won’t save you. Teacher Fan is a good person, but he’s also a harsh one. You should be prepared.”
“Okay, okay, I understand, I’ll wait for you.” Bi Zetai nodded vigorously, then gripped his phone tightly, staring anxiously at the screen, each second agonizing in the wait.
Noticing his unusual behavior and hearing him repeatedly call Teacher Fan, Ni Xinhai and the others realized he was probably seeking help from Fan Jialuo, so they all gathered around, their eyes burning with anticipation. Abbot Changjing was also curious about this Teacher Fan, so he went over as well.
Unconsciously, Bi Zetai had become the focus of everyone’s attention, and his phone held their last glimmer of hope.
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