QT- I’m Almost Died
Chapter 244. Teacher Fan’s Divine Prophecy
Once the seed sprouts, Fan Jialuo’s magnetic field will have no effect on it, instead, it will become fertilizer, causing it to grow stronger and branch out. Ma You’s spatial isolation power will be of great help, firmly imprisoning the wildly growing vines within his dantian. As long as he strengthens it with one layer each day, there shouldn’t be any major problems in the short term.
However, Fan Jialuo had no idea how to remove it.
He stared at the mountain valley where a sliver of golden-red sun was peeking out, watching the thin mist gradually dissipate as the dawn broke. His voice was so faint it seemed it might dissipate at any moment, “Do you know? Ever since I woke up, I’ve been asking myself almost every moment——Fan Jialuo, are you doing the right thing? Is the path you’re taking the path to your destination?”
He paused for a moment, then said, “Only today have I finally confirmed that I am right, and I must continue down this path. As long as I live, this world cannot be handed over to anyone else. It belongs to no one, yet it belongs to everyone.”
At this point, he chuckled softly, rubbing his forehead, “I suppose the pain has made me lightheaded, I can’t even speak clearly anymore. Can you understand what I’m saying?”
Song Rui handed him a pack of disinfectant wipes and instructed, “Your hands are covered in blood, and your face is dirty too.”
Fan Jialuo took the tissue and wiped the blood from his forehead.
Song Rui took off his own coat and handed it over as well, “Patch up the wound on your abdomen.”
Fan Jialuo crumpled his coat into a ball and used it to cover the wound. Both remained entirely calm from start to finish, neither shed a tear nor let out a single groan of pain. This atmosphere rendered the deadly crisis——so grave in itself——seemingly mundane and inconsequential, yet at the same time, it filled them with courage.
Fan Jialuo sniffed the faint sandalwood scent emanating from his coat and, for some reason, felt a little like laughing.
Song Rui glared at him fiercely and warned, “Save your energy and don’t cause trouble.”
Fan Jialuo tilted his head to look at him, a slight smile playing on his lips, his eyes crinkling, his gentle demeanor like that of an innocent young boy. Only in front of Song Rui would he reveal his most authentic and vulnerable side.
Song Rui glanced at him quickly, and for some reason, his nose felt a little sore.
“I understand what you’re saying.” He said in a hoarse voice, “You’re trying to say that this world belongs to everyone, right?”
“Yes.” Fan Jialuo nodded weakly, then his expression turned cold as if he had thought of something, “Yet, there are always those who suffer from a god complex, believing they control the world and are superior to the rest of humanity. If we were to let them run unchecked, ordinary people would have no way to survive. Just now, did you get a clear look at Lin Nianci?”
“I see clearly, she’s back to normal.” Song Rui turned up the air conditioner temperature. Regardless of whether Fan Jialuo needed it or not, he would always subconsciously consider his needs.
“Restoring her shattered life force to what it was moments ago demands a sacrifice of no less than thousands of souls.” Fan Jialuo’s tone grew colder with each word, “Her black hair was soaked in the blood of ordinary people, her teeth held the souls of countless wronged souls, her smooth skin had plundered the vitality of others, and her fortune was enough to sever a region’s land and water, turning it into a wasteland. I don’t know what method she used to restore her original appearance, but I know that the price she had to pay was unimaginable to ordinary people. If there were a few more people like her in the world, ordinary people would lose their space to survive.”
Song Rui pondered for a moment, then shook his head and said, “If that’s the case, it means there’s a bloodbath involving thousands of people hidden behind her. With so many people dying in such a short time, it’s impossible for the police not to have noticed at all.”
“You’re right.” Fan Jialuo said, closing his eyes in thought, “She is now not only full of spiritual qi and vitality, but also has incredible luck. Vitality can be plundered from ordinary people, but spiritual qi and luck are not things that can be easily obtained. Otherwise, those people in the Taoist sects would have achieved enlightenment long ago. Her path to gaining faith has been cut off. Where can she find spiritual qi and luck? What is her source?”
After pondering for a long time, Fan Jialuo finally shook his head and sighed, “So many years have passed, and my ShiJie seems to have gained a little more brains.”
Song Rui asked curiously, “What kind of person was she originally?”
“She was well protected by my Shifu. She was innocent, kind, and naive, yet she was also arrogant and ambitious.”
“A naive and kind-hearted ambitious person?” Song Rui chuckled and shook his head, “It’s quite contradictory. Such a person is like a child. Once they are no longer under the supervision of their parents, they will do some mindless things without restraint. Due to their lack of independence and judgment, they can turn good things into bad things.”
Fan Jialuo nodded and said, “As long as Shifu is alive, she will never grow up, nor does she need to. No matter how many troubles she gets into, Shifu will always cover for her.”
At this point, Fan Jialuo clasped his hands together, forming a pyramid shape, and pressed them against his chin, pondering, “Tell me, does my Shifu know that Lin Nianci is Song Enci?”
After a moment’s thought, Song Rui decisively denied it, “He doesn’t know. According to you, since your Shifu cherishes Song Enci so much, he would never leave her out alone and go into seclusion by himself.”
“Is that so?” Fan Jialuo said, lost in thought, then chuckled softly, “I suddenly find myself looking forward to meeting my Shifu.” ——
Fan Jialuo appeared to be badly injured. He returned to the Fan family’s old residence, slept on the dragon’s mouth for one night, and fully recovered the next day.
The vines were contained within his dantian using a small spatial technique, temporarily preventing them from causing trouble. Lin Nianci and her group also left Longyin Temple, hiding in a corner of the capital, not daring to confront him.
After returning to the police station, Song Rui told Meng Zhong about Lin Nianci’s inexplicable return to youth and asked him to investigate whether there were any large-scale missing persons cases in Beijing and its surrounding areas.
Learning from Ma You’s experience, the police station takes missing persons cases very seriously. Previously, a missing person could only be reported after 24 hours, but now a missing person can be reported after 12 hours.
Ma You’s killing spree completely exposed the group of supernatural beings to the public eye. Public opinion could not be suppressed, so it could only be guided. Fortunately, many people had watched 《World of Extraordinary People》 and their ability to accept such supernatural things had increased. Apart from occasionally being suspicious, their lives did not change much.
Song Wennuan’s consulting firm suddenly became incredibly popular, simply because Yuan Zhongzhou and others had also been officially certified and gained public trust. With their assistance, the pressure on the police was greatly reduced.
He issued a notice to police in various regions to assist in the investigation, and within just one hour he received feedback, ultimately confirming that no large-scale missing persons cases had occurred in Beijing and the surrounding areas.
Song Rui immediately sent the information to Fan Jialuo, urging him to consider a different approach.
The Fan family’s old residence has a library, filled with ancient books on metaphysics. For the past few days, Fan Jialuo has been spending his time there, poring over materials, trying to find out why Song Enci was reincarnated as an infant and then grew up again as Lin Nianci.
No matter how innocent Lin Nianci appeared, or how flawless her memories seemed, he always firmly believed in his intuition. It was precisely this intuition that allowed him to navigate life and death to reach where he is today.
These few words, written so simply and directly, convey a meaning that achieving the desired outcome is as difficult as ascending to heaven. Leaving aside everything else, the very first five words are beyond the capabilities of ordinary people: “The convergence of universal energy“——how can someone without even a Tao heart gather the power of heaven and earth?
Fan Jialuo closed the ancient book and visited Abbot Changjing that very day. It is said that Song Enci died in that battle to protect the dragon, and Abbot Changjing was one of the participants in that battle. In order to protect the dragon vein of China from the Yin-Yang Masters sent by the Japanese invaders, the metaphysical society at that time spared no effort and mobilized every last one of their ranks.
He had assumed that the harsh treatment he had inflicted on Lin Nianci would surely result in Abbot Changjing refusing him entry, but to his surprise, the Abbot personally came out to greet him. Abbot Changjing not only described the battle in detail but also engaged him in a lively discussion about Buddhism! As he left Longyin Temple, Fan Jialuo glanced back at the smiling Abbot Changjing, sensing that the Abbot seemed to know something.
In the end, the battle to protect the dragons was a Pyrrhic victory for China. On this vast continent, only seven dragon veins survived, each scattered in a distant place. Fan Jialuo requested a week’s leave for Xu Yiyang and took him to tour the vicinity of the Dragon Vein. Upon their return, his expression was very solemn, and he locked himself in the basement for three days and three nights.
During these three days, no one knew what he had done. Only Xu Yiyang noticed that the black dragon carved in the basement seemed even more lifelike, with its dark eyes radiating divine light at all times, as if it could roar into the sky as soon as it opened its mouth.
Xu Yiyang was afraid of the black dragon, but he would run over to see it every day, and occasionally he would bring the skull and the Minion and stand far away to talk to it.
“What’s the matter?” Fan Jialuo went out into the courtyard to bask in the sun. He seemed to be increasingly fond of the warmth.
“My friend is planning an antique auction and would like to invite you to be the appraiser. You should be able to distinguish between genuine and fake antiques, right?” Meng Zhong wasn’t quite sure about this.
“I can. When and where is the auction?” Fan Jialuo agreed immediately. He always acted on his intuition, and at this moment, his intuition told him that he had to attend this auction.
Overjoyed, Meng Zhong immediately sent his friend’s phone number so he could contact him directly. Two days later, Fan Jialuo and Song Rui arrived at the Qingcheng Chunqiu Auction House, walking hand in hand and met the person in charge, Su Zhenrong, who was also Meng Zhong’s good friend.
Pointing to several glass cases displayed side by side, Su Zhenrong said, “This celadon carved bowl is from the Song Dynasty. The workmanship is exquisite. Look at the luster and the color, doesn’t it resemble a washed sky? This ivory seated Buddha is an antique from the Ming Dynasty. It is said to be a relic of a highly accomplished monk, and it has long been imbued with Buddhist essence, making it quite extraordinary. This bronze tortoise has an even more impressive history. Its exact year is impossible to verify, but experts say it existed at least before the Western Zhou Dynasty and was used by shamans for divination. The inscriptions carved on its back remain undeciphered to this day. And then there’s this gilded bronze pot with eight auspicious symbols……”
What Su Zhenrong said next, Fan Jialuo had no interest in listening. He just stood in front of the glass cabinet containing the bronze tortoise, not moving for a long time, his hands pressed against the left and right sides of the cabinet, concentrating on sensing.
Su Zhenrong’s voice gradually softened, and his tone turned anxious, “Teacher Fan, why are you staring at this bronze tortoise? Is there something wrong with it? That shouldn’t be the case. Our auction house has never handled these artifacts. They were all brought here by people from the Central Museum and locked in a cabinet. Their experts are currently in the front hall helping us appraise antiques. If there’s a problem, they should know.”
“Where are the experts from the Central Museum?” Fan Jialuo immediately asked.
“It’s in the calligraphy and painting exhibition hall up ahead. I’ll take you there.” Su Zhenrong wiped his sweat as he pressed on, “Is there something wrong with that bronze tortoise?”
Su Zhenrong’s heart skipped a beat, and he almost lost his footing. Among the treasures they had borrowed from the museum, the bronze tortoise was undoubtedly the most mysterious and precious. It had been listed as a national first-class protected cultural relic as soon as it was unearthed. If something were to go wrong, they probably wouldn’t be able to afford to lose all the antiques in their auction house.
Su Zhenrong grew increasingly anxious, and his pace quickened considerably. As soon as he entered the hall, he pointed at Fan Jialuo and hurriedly said, “Experts, this is my consultant, Teacher Fan. He wants to take a closer look at that Western Zhou bronze tortoise. Is that alright?”
The leading expert refused without hesitation, “No, that bronze tortoise is a national top-level protected cultural relic. No one can touch it without approval from higher authorities. Isn’t it enough for you to see it through the glass case?”
Fan Jialuo nodded to the experts and calmly said, “What if I said that the bronze tortoise is fake?”
One of the experts stated unequivocally, “The artifacts in our Central Museum cannot be fake. When we took it out this morning, each of us carefully examined it and found no problems. During the transportation process, it never left our sight or the cameras. Moreover, we restore the bronze tortoise every now and then, carefully weigh it, and record every minute change. Even if it has an extra millimeter of rust due to oxidation, we can detect it quickly. It cannot be fake!”
Regardless of their arguments, Fan Jialuo simply repeated his previous request, “May I open the glass case and take a look?”
“Absolutely not.” The leading expert already showed a look of disgust. Seeing Song Rui take out his phone to dial, he couldn’t help but sneer, “Using connections won’t work. I know you. You’re the son of the second branch of the Song family. Your background can’t shake the authority of the Central Museum.”
Fangaluo grasped Dr. Song’s wrist, shook his head slightly at him, and finally pointed to a painting titled 《Listening to the Zither Amidst the Sound of Pines》hanging on the wall saying, “Hang this painting at the very highest point.”
“Why?” Su Zhenrong stood still.
Every painting in this exhibition hall has its own fixed position. If one of them were moved arbitrarily, leaving an empty space on the wall, it would definitely look unsightly. This is the most important auction ever organized by Qingcheng Chunqiu Auction House, so naturally they wanted to make it as perfect as possible.
“Simply move it as instructed. Should this painting remain unscathed by the end of the auction, I shall never again speak of viewing the bronze tortoise.” After saying this, Fan Jialuo went to the auction hall, making no further mention of assisting with the antique appraisal. The experts’ skepticism and disdain were practically written all over their faces, there was no need for him to fawn over them.
Sure enough, after he left with Song Rui by the hand, several experts sneered, “What kind of monsters and demons dare to try and target the Central Museum? Do you think he can just look at a national-level protected cultural relic whenever he wants? President Su, why did you bring this kind of person here? Appraising cultural relics relies on professional knowledge, not some kind of supernatural intuition.”
“Yes, yes, I was worried you guys would be too busy, so I thought I’d find someone to help. How was I supposed to know he’d just glanced at it and said the bronze tortoise is fake?” Better to avoid trouble, Su Zhenrong had calmed down by now and certainly didn’t want Fan Jialuo examining the bronze tortoise on his turf. What if he caused trouble, and the auction house had to take responsibility?
“He said the bronze tortoise is fake after just one glance?” Several experts were indeed angered by his words and rebuked him sharply, “Who is this person? He can joke about a national-level protected cultural relic! Has his fame gotten too big lately and he’s become arrogant?”
“Who knows what he’s thinking. Most people like him are a bit eccentric.” Su Zhenrong tried his best to belittle Fan Jialuo, attempting to gloss over the matter. He now deeply regretted inviting him over, it had really caused too much trouble.
“Move it? Why move it? Just leave it right here! I’ve never heard of an antique being damaged while safely stored at an auction house before, do you take the security guards I’ve hired for dead weight?” Su Zhenrong pointed to the rows of security personnel standing at attention in the lobby, his expression one of utter disdain, then, plastering a smile back onto his face, he escorted the experts toward the appraisal room.
They had barely sat down when a staff member rushed in, panting, and shouted, “Director Su, something terrible has happened! The painting 《Listening to the Zither Amidst the Sound of Pines》 has been torn!”
Su Zhenrong: !!!
Several experts: !!!
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