QT- I’m Almost Died
Chapter 216. Bizarre Death
In a narrow, enclosed, high-speed elevator where no one can enter or exit, everything is fine one second, and the next second a cold, lifeless corpse appears out of nowhere. Wouldn’t that be terrifying? Perhaps only the six people in the elevator could answer that question, because most people would never encounter such a horrific and bizarre event in their entire lives, or even dare to imagine it, yet they actually experienced it.
The surveillance video shows that the middle-aged woman who first discovered the body was paralyzed with fear. Attracted by her screams, the crowd turned around and were also terrified. They squeezed towards the door, their backs pressed tightly against the elevator door, wishing they could disappear through the wall.
Someone pressed the wrong button, and the elevator doors opened without warning, sending the six people tumbling out in a heap. Those who had been waiting on that floor tried to enter, but abruptly pulled back as soon as their toes touched the door. Although the security camera’s sound quality wasn’t great, the horrific, intermittent screams could still be clearly heard.
The video abruptly ended there, the image freezing on the solitary corpse. Xiao Li clicked a few buttons, cropping and enlarging the image of the female corpse for Teacher Fan to examine closely, while he himself ran to the window, opened it a crack, and took a deep breath of the cold air outside.
He was the one responsible for editing this short, one-minute-plus video from a monotonous and lengthy surveillance video, so he was the one who experienced the most direct and intense shock. No matter how he rewound, pulled back, slowed down, or fast-forwarded the video, the female corpse would reappear at the thirtieth second, suddenly, inexplicably, and out of nowhere intruding into this cramped space.
Xiao Li even asked a more professional network technician to verify the authenticity of the surveillance video.
Who killed this woman, and why was she found dead in the elevator? These two simple questions now seemed like unsolved mysteries, standing in the minds of all the investigators. Given the investigative methods and techniques currently available to the police, this case seemed unsolvable, impossible to investigate!
So everyone pinned their hopes on Teacher Fan, watching him with bated breath, hoping to get a definite and clear answer from him. For police officers—whose fundamental duty is to uncover the truth—the term “cold case” is likely the most detested and hardest to let go of in their entire lives.
Amidst the expectant gazes of the crowd, Fan Jialuo carefully examined the female corpse on the screen. She sat leaning against the elevator wall, arms and legs spread wide, head tilted back, her dry, cloudy eyes staring intently at a point below the monitor. Even though her soul had long since dissipated, the lingering fear and resentment in her eyes remained intensely palpable. Her clothing was disheveled, her cheeks deeply sunken, exuding an unnatural sickness and emaciation. She clutched a thin leather strap tightly in her hand, the other end of which was attached to a handbag. The zipper of the handbag was open, and its contents spilled out, scattered across the floor, a cell phone, lipstick, sanitary napkin, a ballpoint pen, and so on.
These scattered items appeared along with the corpse, as if they had solidified directly from the air.
Fan Jialuo stared at the photo for a while, then shook his head and said, “I need to see the body and the crime scene with my own eyes. What about Dr. Song? He should be able to glean more information from this picture.”
Just as Meng Zhong was about to answer, a deep voice came from the doorway, “I’m a few minutes late, there was some traffic on the way.”
One second Fan Jialuo’s expression was solemn, the next he turned to look at the newcomer and unconsciously broke into a smile. Noticing his natural change in demeanor and emotion, Song Rui, who had rushed over, couldn’t help but return the smile, his dark eyes sparkling with pleasure.
Today he wore a black wool overcoat, the sharp tailoring accentuating his tall and upright physique, making him appear even more agile. After taking off the overcoat, he wore his usual understated yet luxurious suit underneath, accompanied by a fresh and pleasant woody fragrance.
He strode into the office, and the cluttered, smelly space seemed to transform, as if by magic, into a grand hall. It turns out that the saying “making a humble dwelling shine with glory” is not merely a figure of speech, it is a genuine phenomenon involving real people. The descriptive prowess of the ancients is truly extraordinary.
As Meng Zhong secretly marveled at his friend’s increasingly flamboyant manner, Fan Jialuo naturally stood up, giving up his seat in front of the computer. Song Rui strode over to him, gently pressing him back down to sit. He then bent down to look at the computer screen, his cheek almost touching the young man’s, the distinctive woody scent enveloping him. He whispered in the young man’s ear, “What’s going on?”
“A corpse appeared out of nowhere in this elevator. I’ll rewind the video and show it to you.” Fan Jialuo clicked the mouse.
Song Rui nodded, his gaze fixed on the computer screen, but his hands rested on the young man’s shoulders, as if embracing him from behind.
Meng Zhong’s eyelids twitched, he felt there was something tangentially gay about the friendship between the two. However, the video was very short, and before he could observe it closely, Song Rui asked in a deep voice, “Has the deceased’s identity been confirmed? What about the autopsy report?”
“The autopsy report and the evidence test reports haven’t come out yet. The body was only discovered recently, but we can tell from the livor mortis that she’s been dead for about a day or two,” Meng Zhong said solemnly.
“I guess she was a resident of this apartment building, and most likely died of thirst.” Song Rui came to this conclusion after watching the video only once.
Meng Zhong immediately asked, “How did you know?”
Song Rui pointed to a black plastic bag and its contents lying at the feet of the body and said, “Look, this is a pack of sanitary napkins, in a black bag. It’s quite large and couldn’t fit in her small handbag, she must have had to carry it by hand. A woman wouldn’t carry such a private item around outside unless she was about to go home. So I guess she lived in this building.”
Everyone took a closer look and immediately nodded in agreement. Indeed, most women wouldn’t be carrying such a large bag of sanitary napkins around outside, unless they could fit it in a backpack.
Meng Zhong immediately called Zhuang Zhen, who was still conducting interviews at the crime scene, and asked him to focus on investigating the residents.
Because this building was a high-end apartment building that was only for rent and not for sale, most of the residents were single white-collar workers, as well as solo workers who rarely go out. If these people go missing, the police will not immediately file a report, it often takes one or two months, or even longer, before anyone realizes they have disappeared.
“Then how did you deduce that she died of thirst?” Meng Zhong continued to press for answers after hanging up the phone.
Song Rui put one hand on Fan Jialuo’s shoulder and pointed to an inconspicuous little object in the surveillance video with the other, “Look at this lipstick. The cap has been opened, but the lipstick is nowhere to be found. Look closely at the last little bit left. Aren’t there a few tooth marks?”
Fan Jialuo tried to zoom in on the lipstick on the screen, but didn’t know how, so he looked up at Dr. Song.
As he was being stared at so intently, Song Rui couldn’t help but smirk, but he quickly put on a serious expression, placed his hand on the back of the young man’s hand, and held the mouse together, saying softly, “I’ll teach you how to take a screenshot and zoom in.”
They were holding hands, fiddling with the computer together, which made Meng Zhong’s eyelids twitch. These two are getting weird by the second!
A few seconds later, the image was zoomed in, and it was clear that the remaining small piece of lipstick indeed had a row of teeth marks, indicating that it had been bitten off.
“There was no other half of the lipstick in the elevator, so I’m guessing the deceased bit it off and swallowed it. Under what circumstances would someone eat lipstick?” Song Rui asked, looking up.
“Someone driven crazy by hunger.” Hu Wenwen replied immediately.
Meng Zhong shook his head, “The lipstick should have been bitten off, but how do you know she ate it? Just because we couldn’t find the bitten-off half in the elevator? You have to understand, up to now, we’re still not sure if this elevator is the crime scene.”
Song Rui shook his head and chuckled, “If it’s not a crime scene, then what’s with all these scattered things? Surely it wasn’t something the murderer meticulously arranged when disposing of the body, right? Besides, it’s still unknown whether there’s a murderer in this case. If there is, how did he manage to throw the body into the elevator from a distance? Can you explain that?”
Meng Zhong and the others couldn’t explain, so they could only look at each other in bewilderment and then fall silent.
Song Rui continued his analysis, “I believe she died of thirst, or more precisely, organ failure caused by dehydration.”
Meng Zhong looked at Teacher Fan, hoping he could offer some different perspectives.
Fan Jialuo shook his head and said, “I won’t make any judgments before seeing the body and the crime scene. Observing and analyzing pictures is Dr. Song’s specialty.”
Although he spoke vaguely, he still couldn’t help but confirm Song Rui’s guess, so Meng Zhong could only dispel his doubts and let his friend continue the analysis.
Song Rui then pointed to a small pack of cream-colored sanitary napkins that had fallen to the left of the female corpse and said, “Did you notice that the entire packaging of the sanitary napkins was torn open and a small pack was taken out separately? Why is that? You can zoom in on the picture to see.”
Fan Jialuo wasn’t very skilled at zooming in on the image, but after successfully doing so, he couldn’t help but look up at Dr. Song. His handsome face was calm, but his eyes were bright and sparkling.
Song Rui suppressed a laugh and praised, “Well done.”
Fan Jialuo then lowered his head and looked at the screen again.
Meng Zhong: ……
Damn it, there’s definitely something wrong with these two! What’s with this sweet atmosphere?
However, apart from him, no one else at the scene noticed the subtle atmosphere between Fan Jialuo and Song Rui. Everyone was staring intently at the enlarged sanitary napkin, which was only a few centimeters away from the woman’s fingertips, practically within reach. A row of slightly curved red marks was visible on the packaging.
After examining it carefully for a while, Xiao Li suddenly exclaimed, “These are teeth marks, teeth marks with lipstick on them! She bit into this pack of sanitary napkins!”
Before anyone could process this information, Song Rui uttered a chilling statement, “If you look closely, doesn’t this kind of packaged sanitary napkin resemble a small bread roll?”
Everyone: ……
Hu Wenwen blushed and whispered, “Actually, we girls secretly call sanitary napkins ‘bread’ because they really look like it, and we’re too embarrassed to say it out loud, so we use this nickname.”
Song Rui concluded, word by word, “First she ate the lipstick, then she gnawed on a sanitary napkin that looked like bread. Coupled with her excessively thin and haggard face, I can be sure that she had endured extreme hunger before she died. Now look at this sanitary napkin that was thrown far away and twisted into a ball as if it had been squeezed. Can you tell what its purpose is?”
Meng Zhong and the others looked at it carefully, and as if they had realized something, their expressions changed drastically.
Song Rui nodded and said, “That’s right, I think the same thing you all think. I believe it was used to collect urine. The deceased urinated on the sanitary napkin, then wrung it out and drank it. Why would someone drink their own urine? Because she was dying of thirst.”
Meng Zhong and the others couldn’t help but gasp, then looked at the female corpse on the screen with astonished and suspicious eyes.
They watched the video repeatedly, but their attention was always focused on the mysterious appearance of the female corpse, without having time to discern the details. However, Dr. Song’s arrival immediately provided them with the key to unraveling the mystery. His insight was frighteningly sharp.
Meng Zhong stared at the picture for a long time before finally nodding and saying, “Your speculation makes a lot of sense.”
Fan Jialuo patted Dr. Song’s hand, which was still resting on his shoulder, silently conveying his praise and admiration.
The others exchanged glances, then looked at the sunken cheeks and despairing eyes of the female corpse on the screen, and suddenly felt a chill run down their spines. In today’s society, finding someone who died of hunger and thirst is incredibly difficult, unless they were imprisoned in a place without food or water. In other words, this deceased person had likely been deprived of her freedom before her death, and the place she was in had no food or water, and she had no way to escape. So, after a period of desperate struggle, she finally died.
But where is that place?
The moment this question arose in everyone’s minds, they heard Dr. Song say with certainty, “She should be trapped in this elevator. She hasn’t been moved, and her body hasn’t been dumped.”
“Impossible!” Meng Zhong retorted decisively.
Song Rui pointed at the female corpse and said, “Look at her sitting posture. She was completely in sync with the elevator. The scattered items seem disordered, but they were actually blocked by the inner wall of the elevator, leaving some mechanical marks. If it were a body disposal, these things would not be scattered in such a natural way.”
Meng Zhong immediately retorted, “But look at her hands, her fingertips are already bloody and mangled, and her nails are all turned outwards and broken off. These are marks left from scratching the walls in search of a way out. If she was trapped and died in this elevator, why are there no traces of blood left on the elevator doors? This elevator is open to people every day, how could it possibly trap someone to death inside?”
Song Rui pondered for a moment and said, “Even if she wasn’t trapped in this elevator, she was trapped in a similarly narrow and enclosed space. Judging from the posture of the body and the scattered items, I am more inclined to believe that this is the primary crime scene.”
Meng Zhong said helplessly, “That’s right. Judging from the situation at the scene, I also think that this is the most likely primary crime scene, but the problem is that we can’t find any evidence to support this conclusion.”
He patted his throbbing head and continued, “If she really was trapped in this elevator, why didn’t the surveillance cameras capture it? This elevator has been operating normally the whole time, with people getting in and out almost every minute. It couldn’t trap someone to death.”
Sun Zhengqi raised his hand and said, “I think you’ve gone off-topic. Shouldn’t our main concern be finding out why the corpse inexplicably appeared in the elevator? That’s the key issue, isn’t it?”
“The key question is where she was trapped before,” Song Rui retorted.
Xiao Li countered, “What if she didn’t die of thirst? Then there wouldn’t be any problem with her being trapped, right?”
As soon as Xiao Li finished speaking, a forensic technician walked in, holding up a report in his hand, “Director Meng, we found teeth marks on the deceased’s lipstick and sanitary napkin, and urine residue in the used sanitary napkin, which tested and confirmed to belong to the deceased. These three suspicious points are very important, please take note.”
Meng Zhong had just received the report when the forensic doctor called again, saying, “Director Meng, the deceased died of thirst the night before last. Based on her degree of dehydration and stomach contents, we determine that she had not eaten or drunk anything for at least three or four days.”
Xiao Li: ……
Fan Jialuo put down the mouse, looked up at Dr. Song, and unconsciously clapped softly.
That’s impressive, Doctor!
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Chapter 215. Corpse That Appeared Out Of Thin Air
After leaving the cemetery, Song Rui sat in the car for a long time without moving. His forehead and hands were covered in dust, and his hair was still covered with bits of grass. He looked very disheveled.
Fan Jialuo remained silent, sitting quietly to the side and waiting. He knew that Dr. Song was now deeply experiencing that heart-wrenching pain and searching for the meaning of life within this suffering. Those who have never experienced hardship cannot understand the weight of happiness, similarly, those who have never faced death cannot understand the meaning of life.
Parents are a wall protecting us from death. As human beings, we blindly pursue ease and happiness in life, never considering how to face death. For each of us, death seems distant, until the sudden passing of our parents jolts us awake——we realize how close death truly is!
When a person understands the meaning of death and prepares for it, their understanding of life will only deepen, and the world in their eyes will only become more expansive.
Song Rui had always considered himself a wise person, but only at this moment did he realize how foolish and ridiculous he had been to tell his parents,’I will never change’. Nothing in this world is permanent except death.
If he could have said ‘I’m sorry, I was wrong’ back then, even if it was just a pretense, his life would be very different now. A wave of self-reproach slowly welled up and spilled over his teary eyes. Being able to bring these bitter tears to his parents’ graves more than a decade later, Song Rui felt he could die without regrets.
But at the same time, the burning light in his eyes was cooling, and the myriad emotions swirling in his heart were dissipating bit by bit. That capacity for empathy was not his, it would eventually have to be returned. As his heart sank into the abyss of darkness once more, he suddenly felt a coolness on his forehead. Turning his head, he saw that it was Fan Jialuo wiping his face with a disinfectant wipe and gently removing the grass clippings from his head.
The almost extinguished light in his eyes began to flicker again, then grew increasingly intense. The door to the complete world had finally closed, but it had left him a window through which he saw a view that was equally magnificent and beautiful.
“Are you snapping out of it?” Fan Jialuo asked with a smile, noticing that Dr. Song’s unfocused pupils were beginning to refocus.
Song Rui nodded, then pulled out a disinfectant wipe and helped the young man wipe his forehead. As he knelt, the man also knelt, reciting sutras for his parents’ salvation. There is no better friend in the world than this.
“How are you feeling?” Fan Jialuo asked expectantly.
“It’s very painful.” Song Rui pressed his hand to his heart, as if the feeling of being cut by a knife still lingered there, but then suddenly raised the corners of his mouth and savored the moment, “But it feels very real.”
“How are you feeling now? Are you experiencing any psychological letdown?” Fan Jialuo asked with concern.
“When I see you, it stops.” Suddenly, as if struck by a sudden thought, Song Rui asked, “Do you know what a panda’s two wishes are?”
“What?” The topic jumped so drastically that Fan Jialuo couldn’t keep up with Dr. Song’s train of thought.
Song Rui tossed the soiled disinfectant wipes into the car’s trash can and said slowly, “Panda’s first wish is to get rid of its dark circles, its second wish is to have a black and white photo taken.”
Fan Jialuo stared at him blankly for a while before clapping and laughing heartily. He occasionally read jokes on Baidu Push and browsed Weibo, but this was the first time he had ever heard someone tell a joke in real life, especially since the person telling the joke was Dr. Song, which immediately doubled the humor.
Seeing his radiant smile, Song Rui couldn’t help but chuckle softly. Finally, he said earnestly, “Dark circles under the eyes and black and white fur are things pandas are born with and cannot be changed, so its two wishes can never be fulfilled. Fan Jialuo, I’ve also fantasized that if I could, I would go to my parents’ graves, sincerely repent before their photos, shed tears of grief, and repay all the emotions I owe them. My two wishes are like the panda’s two wishes, they can never be fulfilled because I was born without emotions, so repentance and grief are impossible for me.”
“They’ve been buried here for over a decade, and as their son, I’ve never once come to pay my respects. It’s not that I didn’t want to, but that I didn’t deserve to.” He shook his head, his tone calm, “I, who don’t know how to repent, will never deserve to set foot here. I thought we would never meet again until the day I die, but Fan Jialuo, you fulfilled my wish. You left me with the only color photograph that can be preserved in my memory. Today is truly important to me. Thank you.” He reached out and embraced the young man.
Fan Jialuo gently patted his back to comfort him.
“I have one more wish.” Song Rui turned his head to look at him, his eyes full of anticipation.
“What wish?” Fan Jialuo was amused. Dr. Song’s expression really looked like a child begging for candy, a bit childish.
“Let’s take a photo together.” Song Rui said, taking out his phone.
Fan Jialuo was taken aback for a moment, then shook his head and chuckled. He leaned closer, his head touching Dr. Song’s, and smiled at the camera. They had known each other for a while, but this was the first time they had taken a photo together. Afterwards, they were both a little bewildered, then looked at each other and laughed with amusement.
“Let’s post it on WeChat Moments.” This suggestion was completely unprecedented for Song Rui, who never posted such low-level stuff on his Moments.
“Okay.” Fan Jialuo was more trendy than him, and quickly uploaded the photo, but the caption was incredibly corny, simply stating: 【Me and Dr. Song】
Song Rui first liked his friend’s post on WeChat Moments, then spent a long time figuring out how to edit the photo, only to get stuck on the caption. His fingers tapped and deleted on the keyboard, finally writing: 【My dearest friend】
Seeing that Dr. Song’s posting skills on WeChat Moments were about the same as his own, Fan Jialuo couldn’t help but smile with relief.
Friends who knew the two started showering them with likes and compliments, with comments like “The two most handsome faces of this century are finally in the same frame,” “Stunningly beautiful,” and “I’m drooling over this screen.” Fan Jialuo replied to each comment with the seriousness of a primary school student, while Song Rui’s gaze was fixed on one of Song Wennuan’s comments.
She said with a grin: 【Ge, you and Teacher Fan are such a perfect match! You two should just become a CP!】
The old scholar Dr. Song immediately searched for the meaning of CP, then turned around and gave his cousin a red envelope containing 9999.
Song Wenwen: ? ? ?
The two scrolled through their WeChat Moments and Weibo for a long time, not realizing until after 3 p.m. that it was time to pick Xu Yiyang up from school. As they drove off again, they found it increasingly amusing, their mood inexplicably bright. They even turned their heads away at the same time, secretly curving their lips into smiles out of other’s sight.
Song Rui drove Xu Yiyang and Fan Jialuo back to Moon Bay Community, helped them load the last few things into the car, took them to the Fan family’s old house, watched them settle in, and patiently helped Xu Yiyang finish his math homework before returning home.
His home, like him, was cold, simple, and empty, filled entirely with black, white, and gray, devoid of any other colors. The housekeeper seemed to have just left, the smell of disinfectant still lingered in the air. The floors, tabletops, and furniture were spotless, making the whole house appear exquisitely luxurious, yet devoid of any human warmth.
Song Rui used to love this kind of lifeless indifference and coldness, but now he felt empty inside, as if a piece was missing. He went into the study, sat on the comfortable chair for a while, his unfocused eyes scanning around, and then fixed on a place that used to make him feel most relaxed and happy.
He stood up, pressed the mechanism, and the smooth metal wall opened, revealing a secret room. The walls of the secret room were covered with photos, each showing a person who had died a gruesome death——some with their throats slit, some dismembered, some disemboweled…… The images were extremely bloody and cruel.
If an ordinary person walked into this room, they would surely feel like they had entered hell, they would feel nothing but fear and disgust. But for Song Rui, these photos were pleasing to the eye and worth admiring. Every time he solved a tragic case, he would keep a copy of the victim’s photo and take it home to enjoy at his leisure. When he lacked inspiration while writing papers or analyzing cases, he could even find an inexhaustible source of inspiration in this room.
But now, he peeled off the photos one by one, tossed them into the roaring fireplace, then connected the printer to his phone and began printing the photos he’d taken with Fan Jialuo earlier that day. Neither of them was the type to be vain about their appearance, they took only four photos before calling it quits. Once printed and affixed to the expansive wall, the space looked rather bare. But that didn’t matter, because they would take many more photos and create many more memories in the future.Song Rui took a few steps back, gazing at the photos for a long time, finally smiling slightly———
Fan Jialuo had completely moved out of the Moon Bay community and returned to the Fan family’s old house. The online controversy surrounding him had long since subsided, he had now retired, but his fan base had exceeded one hundred million, his popularity was simply astonishing.
Without him, or Jian Ya and Liu Zhao, Xinghui Entertainment not only didn’t collapse, but its stock price also skyrocketed. Now, it had cultivated several promising new talents and remains an industry leader. The entertainment company jointly founded by Zhang family and Su Fengxi still couldn’t survive the initial turmoil and collapsed very quickly. The artists signed to their company were now looking for other agencies, making the entertainment industry a mess and chaotic place.
Jian Ya was still at Longyin Temple for the Buddhist rituals for passage on her soul. It’s said that her face is so badly disfigured that she’s unrecognizable. Paparazzi took some photos of her and posted them online, causing a huge uproar. Her fans either silently left or turned against her and fiercely criticized her. Only a few people felt pity and recited the 《Ksitigarbha Sutra》 for her for a few days, but it didn’t have much effect.
Two dance variety shows achieved phenomenal ratings, reviving the careers of several has-been stars. The production teams then used Wen Siyu as a publicity stunt, claiming they had previously invited her but she declined. If Wen Siyu had believed Teacher Fan’s prediction, she might already be a rising star.
Another news item also involved Fan Jialuo. Zhao Xiaoxing, who followed his advice and made that low-budget film, unexpectedly won a highly prestigious Best Actor award abroad. When the news reached China, online discussions exploded.
Just how accurate were Teacher Fan’s prophecies? A closer look revealed the astonishing accuracy of his predictions, leaving everyone stunned. The post where betting odds were placed on the accuracy of Fan Jialuo’s prophecies was resurfaced and revered. Prophecies that were once marked with bright red question marks are now all checked off in green. Every word he uttered had now become a reality.
Every day, celebrities, tycoons, and politicians try to arrange a meeting with Fan Jialuo for a heart-to-heart talk, but all their efforts were in vain. He didn’t answer phone calls or reply to private messages, and his mansion occupies a mountain with thick iron gates and guard posts at its foot, making it impossible to enter without the owner’s permission.
The people from Taoist sect would lie in wait at the foot of the mountain every day, but strangely, although Fan Jialuo clearly knew that the patriarch of the Tianshui Sect was about to come to the capital to capture him, he showed no sign of escaping.
The peaceful days seemed to pass by exceptionally quickly, half a month had gone by in the blink of an eye. As Fan Jialuo was counting on his fingers when his Shifu would emerge from seclusion, Meng Zhong suddenly called, his tone extremely anxious, “Hello, Teacher Fan, are you free right now?”
“I’m free. What happened?”
“Could you come to our branch office? There’s a very strange case here that I can’t explain clearly over the phone. You’ll understand once you come and see for yourself.”
“Okay, I’m coming right away.” Fan Jialuo wouldn’t miss any opportunity to collect jade pendants, so he went down the mountain without saying a word. More than an hour later, Liao Fang led him into an office. The room was very quiet, and a group of police officers were intently looking at something around a computer.
Sun Zhengqi shrank back and let out a scream, as if startled by the image on the computer screen. He turned his head and saw someone standing in the doorway. He immediately exclaimed with delight, “Teacher Fan is here!”
Everyone turned around and swarmed around, chattering about the case, but no one could explain it clearly. Meng Zhong, who was sitting in front of the computer, immediately gave up his seat and said urgently, “Teacher Fan, this is the surveillance video. Please come and take a look. We really can’t explain the case to you clearly because we’re confused too.”
Hu Wenwen whispered, “We watched the surveillance footage for over four hours straight, and we’re still completely baffled! It should be a murder case, but the way the body appeared is too bizarre.”
Fan Jialuo nodded as he walked to the computer.
Xiao Li had already rewound the video he was watching halfway through and started playing it from the beginning.
The scene shows an elevator lobby with six people inside, four men and two women. Among them, a couple stood side by side closest to the door. A short, stout man stood to the couple’s rear left. A young man wearing a red sweatshirt stood to their rear right, a middle-aged woman carrying a designer handbag stood directly behind them, and finally, a tall, burly man stood to the stout man’s right, at the very back of the elevator lobby.
The couple was whispering in each other’s ears, while the other four were all engrossed in scrolling through their phones. In this small space, everyone’s actions were clearly visible.
As the time ticked by, when it was almost 24 seconds, Xiao Li pressed the pause button and reminded him in a hoarse voice, “Teacher Fan, the crucial part is coming, please watch carefully.”
Fan Jialuo nodded without saying a word.
Xiao Li pressed play again, and the progress bar continued to move forward. The six people each stayed in their own corner, not disturbing each other. When the progress bar reached 30 seconds, the computer screen flickered, and then, behind the tall, strong man, the corpse of a young woman slumped on the ground suddenly appeared. This small space continued to move at high speed through the floor, with no exit, no entrance, and without ever stopping.
The woman’s legs were spread wide apart, touching the middle-aged woman’s ankles. The woman looked to the side and immediately let out a piercing scream……
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Chapter 214. Dr. Song’s Dark Past
TN: 1. DaBo= Uncle, 2. XiaoDi= Younger Brother
When Fan Jialuo smiled and said he would give him a complete world, a stunned Song Rui almost fell into the bathtub behind him. He steadied himself and tentatively asked, “What do you mean by a complete world?”
These days, young people often say “I’ll give you my whole world” when confessing their love. Does the complete world in the mouth of Fan Jialuo refer to that kind of world? Does he even have that romantic cell? Song Rui’s emotions were stirring restlessly, yet his rationality repeatedly admonished him not to read too much into things.
Through their clasped hands, Fan Jialuo sensed his turbulent emotions and raised an eyebrow in surprise. However, he held Dr. Song in high esteem and would never presume to pry into his thoughts without his consent. Therefore, he could only ask curiously, “What are you thinking about?”
Song Rui immediately composed himself and asked, “What did you mean by what you just said?”
Fan Jialuo shook his head and simply continued with his questioning, “Can you feel the sorrow of death?”
“I can.”
Dr. Song’s answer surprised Fan Jialuo, who could only continue to ask, “And what about happiness?”
“That works too.” Song Rui nodded firmly.
“When did your emotions become complete? I didn’t even know.” Fan Jialuo tried to let go of Dr. Song’s hand. He thought this gift was what the other person needed, but now it seemed that wasn’t the case.
Song Rui held his hand tightly and said with a smile, “As long as I have you, I can feel all emotions. Through you, I have experienced the sadness of death and the joy of life. You are a window that allows me to see the outside world.”
Fan Jialuo suddenly realized, tapped his wrist with his fingertip, and guessed, “Is it because of my magnetic field? Does it help you sense external emotions?”
Song Rui: ……
He suddenly realized that he had been a complete fool for hoping that Teacher Fan would say something romantic.
“Fan Jialuo.” Song Rui pulled him closer, gazing deeply into his dark eyes, and said earnestly, “I can sense those emotions through you simply because you are you, not because of your abilities. When you are sad, I am sad. When you are happy, I am happy.”
Seeing the young man’s furrowed brows and confused expression, he quickly changed the tone of his words, “After all, you are my only friend, and I can’t be indifferent to your feelings.”
The concept of an “only friend” was equally important to Fan Jialuo, so he instantly understood Dr. Song’s meaning and chuckled, “You care about my feelings and have slowly learned to empathize? What about others? Does this ability to empathize work on others?”
Song Rui shook his head and sighed, “…It’s ineffective.”
Fan Jialuo sensed his weariness, powerlessness, and helplessness, and assumed that he was troubled by his lack of emotion, so he lowered his head and whispered, “So today I want to give you a gift, so that you can experience the true face of this world with complete emotions.”
Song Rui looked at the young man in surprise, unable to understand his words.
Fan Jialuo intertwined his fingers with his and slowly said, “Just now, He Jinglian gave up her ability. Although I cannot transfer it to you, I can help you temporarily regain empathy. The world that the human eye can see is incomplete, only by adding emotion and thought can it become three-dimensional. Dr. Song, I want to open this tightly closed door for you and take you to see the complete world. Are you ready?”
Song Rui was stunned, and after a long while, he said in a hoarse voice, “I’m ready. Fan Jialuo, why are you doing this?”
Fan Jialuo said matter-of-factly, “Because I want you to be whole, I want you to know what this world is like as everyone can feel it, I want you to have no regrets.”
Song Rui was dazzled by the brilliance in his eyes. His heart, which had just slowly succumbed to exhaustion and weakness, was now pounding wildly. The young man could never have imagined the impact his words had on him. So this was what he meant, he wanted to mend his broken soul and life, he wanted to hold his hand to experience the real world. Such sincerity could never be compared to verbal declarations, nor could it surpass the value of priceless jewels.
While Fan Jialuo may lack romantic cell, his pragmatism, gentleness, and thoughtfulness possess a charm that is arguably the most irresistible in the world.
Song Rui stared at him intently for a long while before finally saying in a hoarse voice, “Fan Jialuo, thank you.”
“You’re welcome. Shall we begin?” Fan Jialuo leaned down, his dark eyes filled with anticipation.
“Let’s begin.” Song Rui held his fingers tightly.
Fan Jialuo slowly bent down until his forehead touched Dr. Song’s forehead, then gently channeled a wisp of his thought into the other’s mind, allowing it to merge into that blank space. This process was incredibly wondrous, like the fusion of cold and hot water, like the collision of cyclones, two completely different thoughts slowly yet urgently converged, gradually becoming indistinguishable.
This is a story of mutual inclusion, where my abundance completes your deficiency, and my warmth comforts your coldness. They were originally completely independent individuals with diametrically opposed personalities, yet at this moment, they have become one.
Song Rui had no way of knowing what Fan Jialuo was feeling, but his own experience was breathtaking. When Fan Jialuo withdrew his consciousness, he almost pulled him into his arms and imprisoned him. Through his eyes, he saw a whole new world, and through his consciousness, he understood what joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness were.
His world, once a void of darkness, was now bursting with vibrant color. He began uncontrollably replaying the first half of his life in his memory, piecing together precious fragments. He saw his younger self receiving his first birthday present, experiencing belated joy. He saw his teenage self facing his first setback, feeling belated frustration, then he saw a twisted, mangled car, and inside, two blood-soaked faces, and his heart suddenly began to clench with pain……
He clutched his chest and let out a hoarse, low cry.
Fan Jialuo quickly helped him up and asked anxiously, “What’s wrong?”
Song Rui gasped for breath, “I have to go somewhere, right away.” He stood up unsteadily and staggered out, as if he had suffered a serious internal injury.
Fan Jialuo immediately found the car keys, then knelt down to change Dr. Song’s shoes, frowning as he asked, “Did my thoughts hurt you?”
“No, I have something to do right now.” Song Rui put his hand on his shoulder, his expression a mix of crying and laughing, “I need to make up for a regret.”
“Then hurry up.” Fan Jialuo quickly tied Dr. Song’s shoelaces, but casually put on a pair of shoes for himself, and hurriedly helped him out the door.
Song Rui was covered in cold sweat, yet he clung desperately to the emotion that was causing him unbearable pain. He turned on the navigation, instructing Fan Jialuo to follow the voice prompts, and occasionally offering a few pointers. Fan Jialuo kept accelerating, his heart pounding with anxiety.
More than fifty minutes later, the two arrived at a cemetery, knelt in front of a tombstone, and looked at a photo of the couple on it.
“These are my parents.” Although it was clearly written on the tombstone, Song Rui still explained.
Fan Jialuo clasped his hands together and sincerely recited the scriptures.
Song Rui stared at the group photo for a long time before beginning to speak, “They died when I was sixteen. That year I was studying in the United States and led a psychological experiment about brainwashing and high-pressure rule.”
Fan Jialuo glanced at him.
He gave a bitter smile, “You might not understand if I say it like that, but I’ll give you an example and you’ll understand. Fascist rule is brainwashing and high-pressure tactics, an extremely cruel way of controlling people. I gathered more than a hundred test subjects, and in the end, they were all brainwashed by me. The experiment was a great success. But after it was over, one person committed suicide to show his loyalty to me.”
“But I don’t see any murderous intent in you.” Fan Jialuo shook his head.
“He failed. I arrived in time to save him.” Song Rui rubbed his temples, his voice full of regret, “I was charged because of this, and my parents had to quit their jobs and come to the United States to help me with the case. If convicted, I could serve more than thirty years in prison. They thought I had changed for the better, but they never expected that I would cause such a disaster as soon as I left their sight. They finally realized that I am a completely cold-blooded animal, no different from Hitler.”
Song Rui’s eyes began to redden, “They were heartbroken, but they still couldn’t bear to give up on me and hired the best lawyers to defend me. They asked me again and again, ‘Do you know you were wrong?'”
Fan Jialuo silently grasped his slightly trembling hand.
Song Rui took a deep breath, his voice hoarse, “I told them again and again——I did nothing wrong. We had a fierce argument, I refused all their help, spent a month studying law on my own, and contacted the people who participated in the experiment to change their testimonies. In the end, I defended myself and won a great victory, and was acquitted. When I walked out of the courtroom, I smiled and told them that I am who I am, and I will never change.”
Fan Jialuo gently stroked the back of his hand.
“They had completely given up on me. That very night, they drove away from my place and got into a car accident, dying instantly.” Song Rui’s straight back slowly hunched over, “I know that I was the one who caused their deaths, yet I felt not a shred of pain. At their funeral, my DaBo forced my head down, demanding that I shed tears for them and offer an apology, but I simply could not do it. I know that such behavior is wrong. I know the difference between good and evil. Yet, to me, those concepts are like exhibits displayed in a shop window——meant only to be observed, never to be touched. I know what a conscience is, but I have no need for such a thing.”
Song Rui touched his chest and shook his head, saying, “My heart is dead, no different from my parents lying in their coffins. How could I possibly feel sad or upset? For me at that time, shedding tears because of sadness, guilt, and grief would be harder than cutting open my heart and taking a handful of hot blood.”
“When my DaBo heard me say that, his gaze gradually turned cold. He finally gave up on me completely and kicked me out of the house. The Song family could not tolerate a heartless person, or rather, the whole world could not tolerate such a person. From then on, I learned to pretend.”
Fan Jialuo put his hand on his shoulder, trying to offer him some comfort.
Song Rui turned to look at him, and two hot tears suddenly streamed down his face, “But now, this cold and gloomy memory has gained warmth and color in my mind. I saw the glaring blood, felt the piercing pain, and experienced the belated regret. I can finally repay them for what I owed them for more than ten years.”
Song Rui caught his own tears, held them up to his parents’ black and white photo, and said in a trembling voice, “Dad, Mom, I’m sorry, I know I was wrong. Can you see how I’ve changed?”
The two figures on the tombstone gazed at him silently, their smiles seeming to soften. A cold wind blew around them, swaying the tall trees and rustling the bare branches, as if in response to his question. His tears streamed down his face uncontrollably, as if he were surrendering all the sorrow, regret, and self-blame he had owed for so many years.
He bent down and kowtowed forcefully, and then Fan Jialuo also bent down and kowtowed.
Song Rui bent down, and didn’t straighten up for a long time. He pressed his forehead against the ground, feeling his parents lying in eternal rest beneath the earth, his scalding tears striking their graves. His heart ached, but the darkness that had been building up deep within him was finally released.
Fan Jialuo was right, only now could he be considered a whole, flesh-and-blood human being. Even if such an experience was only fleeting, even if it was heart-wrenching, it was incomparably precious.
As Song Rui bowed and prostrated himself in deep repentance, an elderly man leaning on a cane slowly walked over. He was stunned by the sight, and the middle-aged man supporting him also wore an incredulous expression. The two men stood frozen, their gazes fixed on him. Song Rui, oblivious, kowtowed again after his first act of repentance, and then repented once more.
His forehead was covered in dust, his face was streaked with tears, and the pain in his eyes was like a deep, dark sea. He was trembling all over from crying, so the young man kneeling beside him had to hold his arm and softly say words of comfort.
The two bowed three times, recited a passage of scripture sincerely, and then stood up, bowed three times to the tombstone, and bid farewell in hushed tones.
“Mom and Dad, I’ll come to see you often from now on.” Song Rui clasped his hands together and made a promise, but when he turned around, he bumped into his uncle and cousin, who both looked surprised. He didn’t say a word to them, just nodded slightly and left, but the elderly man with gray hair was stunned by the intense emotion in his eyes.
The elderly man, leaning on his cane, quickly walked to the tombstone and immediately noticed the tear stains on the ground. Song Rui had actually cried. Although it was more than a decade late, he truly felt grief, regret, and self-blame for his parents’ deaths. He had come to pay his respects and sincerely repent and admit his mistakes——something the elderly man had never even dared to dream of.
He stared blankly at the photo of his younger brother and sister-in-law for a long while before snapping out of it and shouting at Song Rui’s back, “Hey you, didn’t you say you’d come to my birthday party last time? Why didn’t you come?”
Song Rui turned around and asked in surprise, “DaBo, are you talking to me?”
“Who else? A ghost?” The elderly man tapped the tear stains with his cane and said impatiently, “Come visit your parents more often in the future.”
“Of course.”
Seeing Song Rui’s matter-of-fact attitude, the elderly man waved his hand at him, meaning for him to leave quickly. But as he turned away, tears streamed down his face, and he murmured in barely audible voice, “I told you, there are no inherently bad people in this world. As long as you are human, you have a heart, and with a heart, you can change. XiaoDi! You see, your son knows he was wrong.”
The middle-aged man standing beside him quickly handed him a handkerchief, offering words of comfort while inwardly feeling quite emotional. This cousin seemed to have changed a lot, was it because of Fan Jialuo?
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Chapter 213. He Jinglian, Who Has Been Completely Liberated
He Jinglian’s choice is incomprehensible to most people. In this world, too many people will stop at nothing to gain power, but few are willing to turn back when they are just one step away from the summit.
But Fan Jialuo had seen too many people and experienced too many things, so there was no surprise on his face. He simply asked seriously, “Have you thought it through?”
He Jinglian, who had only asked tentatively, suddenly brightened up, “Teacher Fan, does that mean you really have a solution?”
Fan Jialuo nodded and said, “There are two methods, sealing and stripping. Which do you choose? Sealing will store your power within your body. Perhaps one day, when you need it, you can break the seal with your powerful will and become a medium again. Stripping, on the other hand, will completely remove this power from your body. From then on, you will become an ordinary person, with absolutely no room for regret.”
He Jinglian opened her mouth, about to answer, but Fan Jialuo continued, “I hope you can think it through before answering me, don’t assume anything. You need to know that although this power is currently making you very uncomfortable and frequently putting you in danger, as long as you learn to control it, you will become very powerful.”
He paused for a moment, then explained further, “Let me put it this way, your ability is called empathy, which is a transmission and influence of emotions. Right now, you can only passively accept other people’s emotions and be influenced by them. But if you cultivate it properly and gradually become stronger, you can turn around and use your own emotions to influence others.”
What he didn’t explain was that this infection included both the transmission of emotions and the intrusion of thoughts. Once He Jinglian fully mastered this ability, she could instill her will into others, turning them into her puppets. She could control whomever she wanted with the blink of an eye or even a fleeting thought. Her talent was truly unparalleled.
However, these words are like Pandora’s box, not to be openly revealed to anyone. People always change. He Jinglian is currently very innocent and kind, but if her thinking becomes distorted as she grows up, she will become a disaster like Xiao Yanling. Even worse, if she is controlled and used by someone with ulterior motives, the harm will only be wider. She is also a ticking time bomb.
Despite these concerns, Fan Jialuo never intended to harm He Jinglian, much less arbitrarily strip her of her power. He was not a god, he could not arbitrarily control someone else’s fate. Even if He Jinglian came to him wanting to relinquish her power, he would do his best to explain the consequences to her. He was willing to place the power of choice in anyone’s hands.
He Jinglian understood his meaning and saw a bright future, but she still shook her head and said firmly, “Teacher Fan, I choose to be stripped of my ability. I want to be an ordinary person. A few days ago, we took on a job for a couple to find their daughter who had been abducted three years ago. I went to their house to do some psychic work, thinking it would be a very simple task, but I almost died.”
Recalling the scene, He Jinglian trembled involuntarily.
Ah Huo quickly hugged her and continued her story, “We never imagined that the little girl wasn’t abducted, but rather that she was kidnapped and abused to death by the neighbors, who then dragged her body back to their house and buried it in their backyard while they were out looking for their child. Every day, when that mother looked out the window and missed her daughter, her daughter was actually buried right under the window, only three meters away from her. Lianlian accidentally stepped onto this patch of ground outside the window, sensed the entire process of the little girl’s tragic death, and collapsed on the spot. Although the case was later solved, Lianlian stayed in the hospital for more than a week and is currently seeing a psychologist.”
Ah Huo’s eyes reddened as he spoke, and he said firmly, “Teacher Fan, the psychologist said that Lianlian has a tendency to suffer from depression. She is always unhappy. Although she is very powerful and can make a lot of money, I feel that happiness is what she needs most. You can leave the money-making to me. I have a good nose and I’m good at finding people. I can support her.”
Fan Jialuo raised an eyebrow and said, “You guys…..?”
He Jinglian nodded, her cheeks flushed, “We’re in love. Ah Huo said he’d send me to high school, then help me get into a good university, and after graduation, find an ordinary job and live a simple but happy life. Wennuan Jie also said that after I graduate, I can work as a liaison at her company because I’m familiar with everyone and understand their unique qualities, making communication easier. Teacher Fan, you see, even without great power, I can support myself.”
She bowed deeply, choking back tears, and said, “Teacher Fan, please help me. This strength has become a burden. I can’t move forward with it.”
Looking at the top of her dark head, Fan Jialuo reminded her again, “You must understand that once I take this power away, you will never have a chance to turn back.”
“I will never turn back.” He Jinglian raised her hand and made a vow.
Fan Jialuo gazed at her silently for a long while, then finally extended his hands and softly instructed, “Give me your hands, let my thoughts enter your mind, do not resist.”
He Jinglian quickly placed her hand in his palm, eagerly closing her eyes and opening her heart. She genuinely wanted to become an ordinary person, so Fan Jialuo’s magnetic field easily merged into her thoughts, stripping away the scattered, cold, and sharp energy particles, like shards of broken glass, from her soul.
This process was extremely painful because those energy bodies were originally a part of He Jinglian, and taking them away was equivalent to cutting off a piece of her flesh. But she persevered without uttering a sound, this excruciating pain was nothing to her, who had teetered on the brink of life and death several times.
Time ticked by, and as Ah Huo paced anxiously in circles, Fan Jialuo finally announced in a low voice, “It’s done.”
He Jinglian eagerly opened her eyes, groping her body up and down. Realizing how foolish she was, she hurriedly reached for Ah Huo’s hands, but could no longer feel that passionate and sincere emotion. He was clearly standing right in front of her, yet he had become a completely closed-off individual. She couldn’t see into his heart, and so a piece of her own heart felt empty.
Noticing his girlfriend’s hesitation, Ah Huo quickly hugged her, patted her back vigorously, and his eyes were filled with her image.
Looking into his eyes, full of concern and love, He Jinglian quickly cheered up again. Just a moment ago, she truly felt the psychological gap between going from a medium to an ordinary person. However, just when her mind was about to lose its balance, Ah Huo was like a soft cushion, helping her land smoothly from the heights and ultimately gain peace.
“Thank you, Teacher Fan.” She bowed deeply, but her heart was still pounding with anxiety.
“You can’t back out now,” Fan Jialuo reminded her again.
“I understand. Teacher Fan, I want to go out and experience it.” He Jinglian pointed to the gate of the residential area.
“Go.” Fan Jialuo raised his chin, and the two young people held hands and ran towards the outside world.
“Where are we going?” Ah Huo pulled out his car keys and shook them.
With one hand on her hip and the other pointing to the main road ahead, He Jinglian declared aggressively, “I’m going into the sea of people!” She had never even dared to think of such a thing before, let alone say it aloud. The moment she stepped into a teeming crowd, every person who brushed past her transformed into a vast vat of emotion, unguarding pouring out upon her a chaotic deluge of feelings——joy, sorrow, anger, exhaustion, fear, anxiety, hatred, and revulsion…..
Admittedly, people like Dr. Song, who harbor such deep-seated thoughts, are extremely rare and hard to find in a crowd. But even very ordinary emotions, such as numbness or indifference, can cause great psychological harm to He Jinglian if they accumulate layer upon layer.
No matter how heavy the sorrow one person can bear, it is only for that person. But He Jinglian, standing in the center of the crowd, has to bear the sorrow of the whole world. What kind of weight is that? It is a colossal thing that can crush any person in an instant.
To prevent such a psychological breakdown, He Jinglian always lived in seclusion and isolated herself. The grandest event she participated in was 《The World of Extraordinary People》, and the people she met most often were the program’s staff. Even with such great power, she had never truly seen the world.
As the car drove along, she kept looking out the window, dreaming about the future, “I want to go to Disneyland.”
Ah Huo immediately nodded, “Okay, I’ll take you there tomorrow.”
“I also want to stroll around the food street, the one recommended in 《Tasty Life》. There are so many people and so much delicious food. I can eat my way from one end of the street to the other.”
Ah Huo unconditionally agreed, “After we go to Disneyland, we’ll go to the food street.”
“I also want to go shopping in a mall, the kind where you take the elevator up floor by floor, where there are lots of shops all together, so I can browse them all to my heart’s content.”
Ah Huo slammed his fist on the steering wheel, “Buy, buy, buy!”
He Jinglian became more and more excited as she spoke, “I also want to go swimming at the beach, go to comic conventions, travel, and see the whole world.”
Ah Huo tossed his phone to her, “Immediately ask Wennuan Jie for leave, and tell her that we’re not going to work tomorrow and are going on a trip.”
He Jinglian asked incredulously, “Really?”
“Of course it’s true, I will grant all your wishes.”
He Jinglian’s excitement suddenly subsided, and she said timidly, “Let’s wait until we get into the city before asking for leave. What if…” She didn’t finish her sentence, but Ah Huo understood her concerns. She was afraid that everything she was experiencing now was just a beautiful dream, and when she woke up, she would still be the He Jinglian who could only live in the shadows, instead of the happy ordinary person she was now who could experience all her desires.
“We’ll be in the city soon. I’ll take you shopping first.” Ah Huo held her hand, his tone very confident.
He Jinglian’s anxious heart gradually calmed down. She looked out the window and stopped saying a word. She was afraid that the more she spoke, the crueler reality would become. From childhood to adulthood, the most profound lesson she had learned was, don’t have expectations, because they will only bring deeper despair.
Ah Huo quickly drove the car into the parking lot of the busiest commercial center, patted the steering wheel and said, “Okay, let’s get out.” He unbuckled his seatbelt and then went to unbuckle He Jinglian’s.
“Wait!” He Jinglian gripped the strap tightly, taking deep breaths, “Let me prepare myself. Where are your knee pads? I saw them in your car last time, get them out for me now.”
“Why do you need knee pads?” Ah Huo asked, puzzled.
“I’m afraid I’ll faint. I feel especially uncomfortable when there are many people around.” He Jinglian pressed herself tightly against the back of the chair, wishing she could become one with the leather. Her past terrifying experiences had instilled in her a natural fear of crowds.
“Stop dawdling, get out!” Ah Huo unbuckled her seatbelt, went around to the other end, dragged her out of the passenger seat, and pushed her into the crowd. She spun around and accidentally bumped into someone. The person glared at her and muttered, “Are you blind?” Several young people walked past her, assuming she had been bullied by her boyfriend, and their eyes showed sympathy.
People constantly brushed past her, some without glancing at her, others giving her a fleeting glance, coming and going silently. Their hearts were like castles, tightly shut, not allowing anyone to peek inside.
He Jinglian stood on the bustling street, yet it felt as if she were standing on a desolate mountain, surrounded by utter silence. She was stunned, staring incredulously at the hurried passersby, tears welling up in her eyes without her noticing.
When Ah Huo saw her crying, he rushed to her side and asked anxiously, “What’s wrong? Are you feeling unwell?”
“No.” He Jinglian gripped his hand tightly, choking back tears, “I can’t sense anything anymore. They…” She said, pointing to the bustling crowd, tears streaming down her face, “Their hearts are closed to me. They’ve become like closed castles, refusing my entry, but I feel so safe. These castles stand around me, protecting me, making me feel so safe. I’m so moved. I like this silence, I like this isolation, I like it so much…”
He Jinglian cried with emotion. No one could understand her feelings at that moment. Other people are hell, and she, who could see into the hearts of others, had always lived in hell. But now, that gate to hell had suddenly closed on her, banishing her forever.
What is it like to return from hell to the free world? He Jinglian couldn’t say a word. She cried and squatted on the ground, curling up like a child and hugging her head. Ah Huo patted her back helplessly, silently enduring the scornful looks from passersby.
An older woman couldn’t stand it anymore and stepped forward to ask, “Young lady, what’s wrong? Did your boyfriend bully you?” As she spoke, she glared at Ah Huo.
He Jinglian quickly raised her head, revealing a face with a bright smile, but also covered in tears and snot. “Thank you, Ayi, I’m fine, I’m just so happy! If I didn’t squat down, I’m afraid I would have jumped up into the sky!” She wiped away her tears haphazardly with her sleeve, then spread her arms and rushed into the crowd, jumping and laughing, as happy as a monkey.
The older woman was embarrassed, but Ah Huo bowed to her, thanked her sincerely, and then skipped after her. The two ran hand in hand down the street, their pure joy infecting many people and bringing smiles to their faces.
Ah Huo kept his promise, taking He Jinglian to the mall and food street, and then asked Song Wennuan for a week’s leave to take He Jinglian to Disneyland or somewhere even further away. As they were happily walking home, Mother He called, saying that Father He was seriously ill and wanted to see his daughter one last time.
“Shall we go?” Ah Huo asked, somewhat reluctantly.
“Go ahead, there has to be a resolution.” Having lost her powerful psychic abilities, He Jinglian has become even braver. She can no longer sense anyone’s feelings, so she doesn’t need to worry about anyone’s feelings.
The two quickly arrived at the hospital and found Father He lying on the bed groaning in a ward. He glanced at his daughter listlessly without saying a word. Mother He immediately came forward and scolded, “Why did you take so long to come? I sent you a text message at noon, didn’t you see it? Your ba has been asking for you all day, you heartless thing.”
Mother He was adept at exaggerating her emotions, amplifying a small amount of disappointment and heartache to tenfold, thereby shaking her daughter’s resolve. Of course, this disappointment and heartache were also 100% genuine, anyone who suddenly loses a cash cow would feel a knife cutting into their heart.
But He Jinglian felt no emotion at the moment, so she remained indifferent. She looked at her mother coldly, as if she hadn’t heard what she said.
In the past, whenever she touched her mother’s heart and sensed her sadness or disappointment, she would try her best to fulfill her wishes and make her happy. It wasn’t out of filial piety or understanding, but because only when her mother was happy could she find a little peace.
As Mother He gradually came to understand the nature of her daughter’s abilities, she surprisingly learned to control her daughter with her emotions without any formal instruction. If her daughter was obedient enough, she would give her some love in return, if her daughter was rebellious, she would use disappointment, anger, and heartache to beat her down, making her suffer greatly.
Once she sensed that her daughter was considering leaving home, she would deliberately sleep with her for several nights, venting all sorts of negative emotions on her throughout the night, preventing her from getting a moment’s sleep. This method was less about educating a child and more about training a dog.
Gradually, she became a master of emotional control, and slowly shed her role as a mother, transforming into a jailer. If she told her daughter to go east, her daughter would never dare to go west. But now, this method seems to be failing. She desperately amplifies her sadness and grief, but her daughter remains unmoved. Has her heart truly hardened so much?
Yes, He Jinglian’s heart had long been hardened to the bone by repeated exploitation and hurt. She glanced at her father’s medical record and found that he only had a common cold. A look of understanding flashed across her eyes, “Ma, ba, I’ve lost my psychic abilities. I’m just an ordinary person now.” She said calmly.
“What did you say?” Mother He was stunned.
The dying Father He was startled and sat up abruptly.
He Jinglian walked around the ward and found that the old lady in the next bed had liver cancer and had come to the hospital for treatment because she couldn’t bear the pain. She held the old lady’s withered hand and said, word by word, “You see, I can’t feel anything now.” As she spoke, the old lady kept groaning and was already delirious from the pain.
Normally, He Jinglian would collapse if she even touched this kind of person, but today she sat there perfectly fine, looking very calm.
Mother He couldn’t believe it and rushed to the old lady’s bedside to check her medical record.
The old lady’s son walked in at the right moment, thinking they were concerned about his mother. He quickly thanked them and then sighed as he explained, “She has late-stage liver cancer and only has a few months left. Even administering Demerol at home couldn’t relieve her pain anymore, so we had no choice but to bring her to the hospital. The pain management ward is already full, there are no beds available. The doctors have asked us to wait here for a couple of days. She is in such excruciating pain that she can’t help but cry out, if we end up disturbing any of you, I’d like to apologize in advance.”
Mother He had no choice but to exchange a few pleasantries with the man. He Jinglian gently released the old lady’s hand, silently prayed for her, and then left the ward without a sound. She hadn’t gone far when Mother He and Father He chased after her, repeatedly demanding, “You’ve really become a normal person? Why is this happening? You’re lying to us, aren’t you?”
“Why would I lie to you? I’ve already resigned from the company.” He Jinglian pulled up her chat history with Song Wennuan and showed it to them. In the chat, she clearly wrote that she had lost her ability to perform her current job and wanted to leave. Song Wennuan persuaded her a few times before she agreed and told her to go and complete the formalities the next day.
Mother He gripped her daughter’s hand tightly, reading the conversation several times before gazing deeply into her daughter’s calm, expressionless eyes. She finally realized the news was likely true. After all, her daughter had grown up under her control, she knew better than anyone whether her daughter was lying. Besides, who would willingly give up a job with a million yuan annual salary?
Seeing that her mother’s face was turning pale, He Jinglian finally asked the question that had been on her mind for a long time, “Ma, I’m just an ordinary person now. I dropped out of high school, I have no diploma, no skills, and I can’t earn money. Will there be any food left for me in this family?”
Mother He didn’t speak, but subconsciously let go of hand that she was tightly gripping.
He Jinglian had already anticipated this outcome. She gave a bitter smile and strode away. She had no more attachment to this family.
Mother He then realized what was happening and chased after her, calling out, “Where are you going? I didn’t realize it until just now. I didn’t mean to look down on you. Come back with me. How could there be no food for you at home?”
“Yes, I can still go out and work to earn some hard-earned money to support this family. After all, even a small amount is still money. But Ma, don’t forget, I’m eighteen years old now, an adult. You have no right to restrict my freedom. I can go wherever I want, it’s none of your business. Once you lose your ability to work, I will send you three hundred yuan every month, and that’s all. If you think it’s too little, you can sue me in court. I just turned eighteen and don’t have a job, the judge probably won’t even award you three hundred yuan.” He Jinglian waved her hand without turning her head.
Hearing her cold words and realizing she was completely out of control and couldn’t be squeezed any further, Mother He gave up trying to pursue the matter. Father He came running over, panting, and asked repeatedly, “Is she really incapable? Has she really become an ordinary person?”
“I called her to the hospital this time to put more psychological pressure on her, but she didn’t seem to feel any pain at all. Did you see that? She walked very fast, completely oblivious to the suffering of the patients around her. What she said must be true.” Mother He’s face was ashen.
Father He trembled with fear and cried out helplessly, “How are we going to pay for our son’s tuition next semester? He’s spent all our savings abroad, we’re broke!”
“You’re asking me? Who should I ask?” Mother He cried anxiously, opening her mobile banking app and checking her account balance over and over again, only to find everything suddenly gone blank. Without her daughter, the three of them were even struggling to put food on the table.
After crying for a while, Mother he shrieked, “Why aren’t you packing your things and going home? You’ve come to the hospital for a little cold, are you just throwing money away? It costs several hundred yuan a day, can you afford that? If you were capable of earning money, would I need to rely on my daughter? You good-for-nothing!”
“How dare you insult me? How much money have you actually made in your life? Hey, do you think our son might also have psychic abilities? Maybe we should find some time to have him try it out?”
“Don’t even think about ruining my son’s future! He’s studying abroad!”
Mother He rushed over and started fighting with Father He, attracting onlookers to stop and watch.
At the same time, Fan Jialuo called Dr. Song to his bedroom, had him sit on the edge of the bathtub, held his hands in his palms, and said softly, “Dr. Song, I would like to give you a gift.”
“What gift?” Song Rui looked at him expectantly.
“A complete world.” Fan Jialuo smiled serenely.
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Chapter 212. ShiJie——Song Enci
Song Rui followed Fan Jialuo at a leisurely pace toward Building No.1. He no longer inquired about the events of that year, but Fan Jialuo frequently glanced at him, seemingly worried that he might harbor resentment. Song Rui clearly sensed his probing, but pretended to be oblivious, his face tense and his entire demeanor extremely serious.
After hesitating for a while, Fan Jialuo finally spoke slowly, “Song Enci was my ShiJie.”
“Huh?” Song Rui looked at him, puzzled, then pretended to realize something and asked, “So?”
“She joined the sect before me, grew up under our Shifu’s tutelage, and was very much loved by him.” Fan Jialuo looked into the distance and began to slowly recount his story. Once he started talking, recalling the past didn’t seem so difficult for him, “Our sect is called the Tianshui Sect, the number one sect in metaphysics society, with a reputation that commands respect. Shifu is the number one person in the metaphysics society, and is hailed as the person closest to divinity. I joined the sect when I was six years old, while my ShiJie was taken in by Shifu when she was two years old and was personally taught by him.”
“Your Shifu likes her more, right?” Song Rui noticed the problem.
“Cherish her as his own life.” The light in Fan Jialuo’s eyes dimmed, and he continued, “She is a Psychic too, and her talent is extremely strong. As soon as she became aware of things, Shifu designated her as the next sect leader and honored her as the Holy Child. The Holy Child of the Taoist sect and the Buddha Child of the Buddhist sect have the same meaning, which is that person who will be able to lead the Tianshui Sect in the future. Leading the Tianshui Sect is equivalent to leading the entire metaphysics society. You can weigh the weight of that for yourself.”
“So there’s a power struggle between you and her?” Song Rui immediately denied his own words, “That’s not your style. You wouldn’t engage in pointless struggles for power.”
Fan Jialuo laughed at this remark, but his smile vanished in an instant. He shook his head and said, “It’s not a power struggle, it’s much more serious than that.”
“Competing for the sect’s most prized treasure?” Song Rui guessed.
“There’s no need to fight over it. The sect’s treasure has always been mine, and every Holy Child is a guardian of the Tianshui Sect’s treasure.”
“So you came from behind and replaced your ShiJie as the Holy Child of the Tianshui Sect?” Song Rui chuckled, “I’m not surprised at all. In your line of work, strength is more important than seniority.”
“Yes, I was honored as a Holy Child as soon as I joined the sect.” Fan Jialuo sighed, “Every sect leader of the Tianshui Sect is the strongest in the metaphysics society, otherwise they would not be able to command respect. But not every sect leader is a Psychic. Psychics are very rare, and those who are born powerful are even rarer. My Shifu was not a Psychic, but he was far more powerful than any Psychic. I once really wanted to become someone like him.”
“But no matter how amazing you are, he doesn’t like you, right?” Song Rui sensed the problem.
“Yes, he naturally prefers to pass the Tianshui Sect to ShiJie whom he personally raised. However, that’s the rule of the Tianshui Sect. If there is a Holy Child, the position of sect leader and the sect’s treasure must belong to the Holy Child, and no one has the right to object. If there is no Holy Child, the position of sect leader can be passed on to the strongest person, but the sect’s treasure must be sealed away. If there are several Holy Children at the same time, then only the one with the highest talent and the strongest strength is qualified to inherit these two things. In the Tianshui Sect, strength is always the most important thing.”
As he recalled this, Fan Jialuo’s voice suddenly warmed, “I was brought back to the sect by my Shishu. Although I am my Shifu’s disciple, in truth, it was my Shishu who truly raised and taught me.”
Song Rui asked confidently, “Is he very important to you?”
“Very important.” Fan Jialuo closed his eyes, suppressing all the fragments of memories about his martial uncle deep within his heart. He couldn’t bear to burn them with his will, nor could he bear to let them become mottled with the passage of time, so he rarely recalled them. He firmly believed in one sentence——memories would slowly fade the vibrant past.
So he carefully preserved this memory, like a rare treasure, and he couldn’t bear to take it out to look at it often.
Song Rui remained silent. He knew that at this moment, not saying a word was the most gentle and considerate thing to do.
It took Fan Jialuo a while to adjust his voice so it wasn’t hoarse, “You should know what the Tianshui Sect’s most prized treasure is, right?”
Song Rui knew exactly what was going on, “It’s those fish-shaped jade pendants you’re currently collecting. You can fuse them together, so they were originally supposed to be a single entity?”
Fan Jialuo gave Dr. Song an approving look and nodded, saying, “Yes, the jade pendants I’ve collected are, more precisely, only half of the sect’s most treasured artifact. It was originally a pair of fish pendants, one black and one white, which could be disassembled. However, since the founding of our Tianshui Sect, there has been an absolute rule that cannot be violated, those who possess the fish pendant must never use its power, nor can they disassemble it. Protecting its integrity is our ultimate mission.”
“You are a person with a strong sense of mission. I don’t believe you would take away the jade pendant, dismantle them, and defect from the sect.” Song Rui’s tone was very calm, but it was precisely this calmness that showed how deep his trust in the young man was.
“I never intended to keep the jade pendant for myself, but I did break the rule once and used its power. That one time led to a series of disasters, and it is also the reason why I am standing here speaking to you in the form of a vessel.” Fan Jialuo quietly clenched his fists and slowly said, “I used it to save my Shishu.”
Song Rui guessed, “Was it done on your own? Did you violate the sect rules because of this?”
“No, my Shishu was far more beloved by the disciples than my Shifu. He was on the verge of death, and it was the entire sect who decided to use this jade pendant. By merely extracting a few fragments, that jade pendant could bestow the power of immortality, and thus, reviving my Shishu would naturally be a trivial matter. Yet, this very decision proved to be the source of every subsequent calamity.”
Fan Jialuo shook his head and changed his words, saying, “No, it should be said that this jade pendant is the real disaster. Who created it and when it was created remains a mystery. The people of Tianshui Sect only know that it traveled all the way from the Western Regions to the Central Plains, and was eventually sealed away by the first sect leader of Tianshui Sect. Since then, sect rules have been established, entrusting it to the strongest Holy Child for protection, but forbidding its use under any circumstances.”
“It was sealed away because its power was too incredible, right?” Song Rui said in a deep voice, “If just one fraction of ten thousand or one fraction of several ten thousands of the power of half a jade pendant can grant someone’s wishes, then what can the whole jade pendant be used for?”
“The black piece governs death, the white piece governs life, when the two are combined, life and death are entirely in your hands.” Fan Jialuo said slowly, “That’s why it’s so fiercely contested by the world. Loulan, Dayuan, Wusun, Ancient Shu——wherever it passes, the people of that place inexplicably perish.”
“It represents death and disaster.” Fan Jialuo said solemnly, “Our responsibility as Holy Child is to prevent all of this from happening.”
“As long as people have greed, conflict will never be eradicated.” Song Rui could roughly guess what had happened, “You saved your Shishu, and your ShiJie, seeing that you possessed the power to bring the dead back to life, coveted this jade pendant and stole it?”
Fan Jialuo pointed to his heart, “Yes, but she only took the piece that controls life. The black piece is with me. The black jade pendant controls the power of death. If a living person holds it, they will suffer endless pain of death. She couldn’t bear it, so she gave it up.”
Song Rui’s voice was cold, “She dumped pain on you, took the part she believed to be the source of greater power, and then killed you?”
“Yes.”
“But everyone in your Tianshui Sect believes you took the jade pendant? Your Shifu trusts your ShiJie. If she had just brought the other half of the jade pendant back and said she took it from you, the traitor, your Shifu would have believed her. You took the blame for her and became the target of the sect’s pursuit. Isn’t anyone speaking up for you? What about your Shishu?”
Fan Jialuo closed his eyes and said weakly, “He died, before I died.” Some more fragments of memory surfaced, but he suppressed them with his blood-stained will.
Song Rui shook his head and sneered, “Someone like your ShiJie deserves to become a god? How laughable.”
“So she failed. Her plan to become a god was flawed from the start.” Fan Jialuo’s voice held a hint of mockery, “She only returned to the Tianshui Sect more than seventy years ago, and died in the sand dunes less than a year later. In other words, after taking half of the jade pendant from me, she wandered the mortal world for over a hundred years, searching for the path to godhood. But the ridiculous thing is, she didn’t realize that her methods not only wouldn’t make her a god, but would also take her further and further away from that path. She’s never been very bright since she was a child.”
Song Rui stared at him, pondering, “So you’ve been dead for almost two hundred years? How old were you when you died? Nineteen?”
Fan Jialuo’s cold smile was tinged with bitterness, “Dr. Song, haven’t you already read my mind?”
He really was nineteen! A child who had just come of age and hadn’t even had a chance to properly see the world died in such a conspiracy. After his death, he was misunderstood by his sect for over a hundred years and has now become the enemy of the entire metaphysics society.
Song Rui’s legs grew heavier and heavier, and suddenly he lost the strength to continue walking. He stood still and called out, “Fan Jialuo.”
Fan Jialuo turned to look at him and gave a puzzled “hmm“.
Suddenly, Song Rui pulled the young man into his arms, giving him a warm and powerful hug. He gently stroked the young man’s scalp and hair with his five fingers, conveying all the tenderness, care, and unwavering support that surged from the depths of his heart.
Enveloped by an aura as vast and profound as the sea, yet as radiant as the winter sun, Fan Jialuo was momentarily stunned. He had never known that Dr. Song, who harbored a deep abyss within, could be so warm. His unique sandalwood scent seemed to transform into a gentle breeze, brushing against his brow, leaving him feeling a lazy blankness and a soft sense of helplessness in his mind.
“What are you doing?” Fan Jialuo’s voice was hoarse.
“Comforting you.” Song Rui said matter-of-factly.
Fan Jialuo remained silent for a long time.
Song Rui looked down and realized his face was red, the rosy hue had crept up his cheeks to his ears, making him look rather adorable. Song Rui wanted to laugh, but his past memories caused a dull ache in his heart.
“Your Shifu will be coming to the capital to find you soon. Song Enci is dead, and she died trying to save your Shifu. Your Shifu will never believe your words. Even the wisest person can be influenced by subjective biases.” Song Rui suddenly felt a surge of anxiety.
This time, it was Fan Jialuo’s turn to gently pat his back and softly comfort him, “Actually, I have been waiting for Shifu’s arrival. Those things from back then are not over yet, and I must settle them completely. This is the reason I woke up. Don’t worry, God has his own arrangements.”
“What arrangement? To make you bear all the sins?”
“Whoever those sins belong to, they will ultimately fall on their head.”
“But Song Enci is already dead, so her sins can be wiped clean.”
“She won’t die. The jade pendant she took represents life.”
Song Rui asked with surprise, “Are you sure?”
“I’m sure she won’t die, and I will find her.” Fan Jialuo touched his heart, his tone calm, “I’ve said it before, God will take care of things. I’ve always wanted to know what that half-dead power that Su Fengxi and the Zhang family have been abusing is, and now it’s brought me the clues. With this seed, one day I will be able to follow the vines to find that big tree.”
At this point, Fan Jialuo seemed to be in a daze for a moment, then chuckled softly, “I sensed it. This is my opportunity. Don’t worry, I’ll be fine.”
Song Rui simply shook his head and remained silent. His only thought now was to warm the young man’s cold body. The two embraced for a while before separating. Song Rui calmly helped Fan Jialuo tidy his hair, but Fan Jialuo looked around uncomfortably.
Suddenly, his gaze froze, and then he broke into a gentle smile.
Song Rui followed his gaze and raised an eyebrow. He saw Ah Huo and He Jinglian hiding behind a flowerbed, peeking over from behind a small tree. When they realized Fan Jialuo had noticed them, they quickly waved. When they saw Dr. Song looking over as well, they immediately ducked back.
“They’re a little afraid of you. I’ll go over and ask them what’s going on. You wait here for me.” Fan Jialuo couldn’t help but smile.
Song Rui nodded in agreement.
Fan Jialuo walked behind the flower bed and looked helplessly at the two people hiding there, “Are you two that afraid of Dr. Song?”
“He smells like a demon from the abyss, covered in the stench of blood, sulfur, and metcoke, as if he would explode at the slightest touch.” Ah Huo paused, then added dejectedly, “Though today, his scent seems to have faded considerably. Just now, I actually caught the sweet fragrance of honey on him. I nearly started drooling.”
At this point, Ah Huo couldn’t help but wipe the corner of his mouth.
He Jinglian added, “I heard him call your name.”
Fan Jialuo raised an eyebrow but remained silent. Dr. Song had already called him by name many times before.
He Jinglian further explained, “It’s not just shouting with mouth, it’s shouting in heart, over and over again, it’s so noisy!”
Ah Huo described it, “Lianlian, is it like calling out to a soul? ‘Fan Jialuo~Fan Jialuo~Fan Jialuo~'”
He Jinglian nodded frantically, “Yes, yes, yes, that’s exactly how he shouted it! My head is throbbing from all that shouting!”
Fan Jialuo rubbed his temples, feeling a headache coming on, “Are you here to give me a stand-up comedy routine?” He asked, his tone full of helplessness.
“Ah, I almost forgot the important matter.” He Jinglian immediately took out a bank card from her pocket and presented it with both hands, “Teacher Fan, there is twelve million in this card. It is the termination fee we returned to Dr. Song.”
Fan Jialuo was surprised, “So fast?”
Ah Huo said proudly, “Of course! Wennuan Jie started a consulting company and hired us as consultants to solve difficult problems that science can’t solve. We get 80% commission for every case we solve, so it’s quite profitable.”
He Jinglian nodded in agreement, “Yes, a wealthy man hired Master Yuan Zhongzhou to exorcise evil spirits and paid him five million in service fees in one go.”
“Most of the cases involve searching for children.”
“Child trafficking.”
“Master Zhu Xiya is particularly good at tracking, and I have a keen sense of smell and am good at finding people. We are a star duo. So far, we have recovered nineteen abducted children, and one wall of our office is covered with banners of appreciation.”
“After the company’s reputation was established, we’ve received a lot of orders recently.” He Jinglian handed over the bank card with a bright smile, “Teacher Fan, please take this card to Dr. Song and thank him on our behalf for his help.”
Fan Jialuo took the bank card, but his gaze was fixed on He Jinglian’s wrist, which was covered in scratches.
He Jinglian quickly pulled her hand back into her sleeve, revealing an embarrassed expression.
Ah Huo said indignantly, “When we left the company, Lianlian’s mother harassed us and tried to steal this bank card. Lianlian hasn’t been sending her money lately, so she’s gotten desperate and her methods are getting worse. A while ago, she even brought a group of migrant workers to our company to cause trouble. Lianlian has been working day and night to pay off her debts, and she’s come into contact with the belongings of people who have died tragically several times, almost dying herself. Her mother hasn’t even come to see her once. But when she found out that Lianlian had made money, she came over and started making a scene. It’s outrageous! She’s not Lianlian’s family at all, she’s a bloodsucker!”
Fan Jialuo gently stroked He Jinglian’s lowered head and said softly, “Your power is too great, but you are currently unable to control it. This is very dangerous. If you encounter another tragically deceased spirit, you cannot be lucky enough to be saved every time. I can teach you cultivation methods to gradually control this power.”
He Jinglian suddenly raised her head and said firmly, “Teacher Fan, I want to become an ordinary person. Do you have a way to do that?”
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Chapter 211. Who Betrayed Whom?
When Fan Jialuo and Song Rui returned to Moon Bay Community hand in hand, Bai Mu had been waiting for them in front of Building No. 1 for a long time.
“Mr. Fan, it’s been a long time. How have you been?” Seeing the young man walking towards him in the golden sunlight, Bai Mu smiled, but his eyes flickered with an uncertain light. He kept rummaging in his pockets, then pulling his hands out and rubbing them against the seams of his pants, looking restless.
“Hello Mr. Bai, I’ve already moved all my belongings out of my house, so it’s not convenient to entertain guests. Let’s find a place to sit outside.” Fan Jialuo pointed to the community center, where there was a teahouse.
“You’re moving out?” Bai Mu was quite surprised.
“Yes, this place is no longer suitable for me to live here,” Fan Jialuo sighed, shaking his head.
Bai Mu was even more surprised. He opened his phone, showed him two photos, and said, “Mr. Fan, everyone says that the environment in Moon Bay Community is excellent and very suitable for living. Last time, a group of researchers came here to investigate the ecological environment and found that the water and air quality in our community is better than any other community around Beijing. It’s a great place for health and wellness. Look, these are the photos they took. They named it ‘Golden and Silver Waterfall.’ Isn’t it beautiful?”
Fan Jialuo glanced at his phone screen and nodded with a smile.
Due to the refraction of sunlight, the waterfall at the mountaintop appears as a dazzling golden light from a certain angle, while at night, it reflects the moonlight, resembling a silver ribbon. Clouds and mist swirl around its descent, and rainbows arch across the sky, creating a magnificent and fantastical scene, like a fairyland. These two photos, taken at dawn and dusk, caused a sensation upon being released. After inquiring, netizens learned that this was a scenic spot within the Moon Bay residential area, and many came to admire it.
As a result, more and more people were coming to the community to look at houses recently, and the transaction volume was gradually increasing. The bad news from the past had long been forgotten by people.
Bai Mu suggested, “Mr. Fan, the property prices in Moon Bay are soaring right now. I can transfer the title of the apartment you’re currently living in to you…”
Before he could finish speaking, Song Rui interrupted him, “No need, we are moving to the Fan family’s old residence, so there’s no need for Mr. Bai to spend any money.”
Bai Mu still had a lot to say, but now it was all stuck in his throat, impossible to utter. The Fan family’s old mansion occupied a hilltop, surrounded by 5A-level scenic areas, with a much better environment than this place, no strangers to disturb them, and the property prices were over nine figures. Why would Mr. Fan care about an apartment in the Moon Bay community?
He lowered his eyes and smiled bitterly, nodding helplessly.
The group entered the teahouse and ordered a pot of Biluochun tea.
As usual, Fan Jialuo asked as soon as he sat down, “Mr. Bai, are you ready?”
Are you ready? These words were like a spell, instantly reminding Bai Mu of his last fantastical experience. The young man had trapped him between his arms and the wall, his thin, crimson lips so close that he could almost touch them with just a slight bow of his head……
He took a deep breath, his voice hoarse, “Mr. Fan, could we try a different approach this time?”
“What does Mr. Bai mean?” Fan Jialuo tilted his head in confusion.
Bai Mu put his hands in his pockets, secretly rubbing something, and explained, “It just means avoiding too much physical contact, just absorbing bad luck from a distance.”
Before Fan Jialuo could speak, Song Rui raised an eyebrow and asked with a half-smile, “What kind of physical contact is too much?”
Fan Jialuo chuckled softly, “I understand what you mean. If we change the method, the speed will be a bit slower. Can Mr. Bai be patient?”
Bai Mu hurriedly replied, “Yes, of course.”
Seeing that no one was paying attention to him, Song Rui asked again, “What exactly is too much physical contact?”
Fan Jialuo extended his hand, his voice low and gentle, “Mr. Bai can hold his hand over my palm without making any contact with me.”
Bai Mu did not immediately pull his hand out of his pocket, but tentatively asked, “Mr. Fan, do you think it’s possible to completely change my destiny? That is, to adjust it to a normal state without having to periodically absorb bad luck?”
Fan Jialuo decisively said, “It’s impossible. Mr. Bai, no one can change your destiny.”
“Really? Even reclusive masters won’t?” Bai Mu was clearly skeptical.
Song Rui patiently asked again, “What is too much physical contact?”
Fan Jialuo: ……
Bai Mu: ……
The two were silent for a moment, then resumed their previous conversation.
“Did someone say something to you?”
“No, I was just asking casually.”
“Indeed, some people can defy fate, but do you know what price they have to pay? You have to exchange someone else’s life for your own. The human sacrifice you found before was the mildest method. A more cruel method is to stripped someone else’s life and graft it on yourself, or to find a substitute to bear all kinds of disasters for you. When the substitute dies, you can find another one, and so on. Their deaths will all turn into sins, piling up on your head. Originally, you only had to suffer in this life, but if you do that, these sins will affect you for all your future lives.”
Bai Mu was so frightened that his lips trembled, and he couldn’t speak for a long time. Seeing his silence, Song Rui seized the opportunity to open his mouth, wanting to ask what too much physical contact meant, but was suddenly pinched on the lips by Fan Jialuo.
The young man’s fingertips were slightly cool, yet incredibly soft. He gently pinched Song Rui’s lips together before releasing them, his sidelong glance revealing a hint of helplessness and cunning. Song Rui saw his own clear reflection in his pupils, and suddenly lost the urge to ask further questions. He waved his hand, signaling the two to continue their conversation, then covered his burning lips and smiled silently.
Fan Jialuo then looked at Bai Mu and solemnly warned, “Mr. Bai, defying fate is taboo. I advise you to give up this idea.”
“I understand, Mr. Fan.” Bai Mu looked somewhat dazed, and hesitated for a moment before pulling his hand out of his pocket and placing it above Fan Jialuo’s palm. An extremely gentle magnetic field climbed up his arms to his shoulders, then slowly enveloped his entire body, seeping into his pores and dissolving and drawing away the black, ominous energy.
However, this process only lasted three or four seconds before Fan Jialuo suddenly withdrew his hand, looking at Bai Mu with unfathomable eyes. The gentle calmness in his pupils had turned into an unfathomable indifference.
Bai Mu froze under his gaze, and his suspended hand began to tremble slightly.
Fan Jialuo followed his pale face toward the hands, which were clearly abnormal.
Bai Mu quickly withdrew his hand and hid it in his pocket, but for some reason, his expression suddenly changed.
Fan Jialuo said knowingly, “Mr. Bai, has something been lost?” He stopped looking at Bai Mu and instead opened his palm, his eyes darkly observing something. No one knew that his magnetic field was churning like boiling water, yet he couldn’t find a target to attack.
Bai Mu didn’t have time to answer him, he just kept rummaging in his pockets, looking extremely flustered.
“Mr. Bai, our cooperation should end here. You’ve found a better option than me, haven’t you?” Fan Jialuo looked at him calmly, his tone indifferent, “They promised to help you change your fate, so you agreed to help them plot against me?”
Bai Mu hurriedly denied it, “No, they didn’t intend to harm you. They just asked me to bring a seed to see you, that’s all.”
Song Rui’s extremely suppressed voice slowly rang out, “What seed?”
Bai Mu emptied both of his pockets, but he couldn’t find the broad bean-like seed anywhere.
Fan Jialuo calmly stated, “It is now inside my body.”
Song Rui suddenly looked at him, his expression changing drastically.
Fan Jialuo shook his head and continued, “But I can’t find it, nor can I expel it from my body. It’s hidden away. It gives me a very unpleasant feeling, faintly carrying the aura of death.” He closed his eyes and sighed, “Mr. Bai, I thought I could trust you.”
Bai Mu finally realized what he had done, his eyes immediately reddened, and his voice was extremely hoarse, “Mr. Fan, I really didn’t mean to hurt you. I thought that carrying a seed on my body wouldn’t cause you any trouble. I really didn’t expect their methods of harming people to be so bizarre.”
“You’ve also had your fate altered once by having a human sacrifice, so you should be able to imagine how bizarre these people’s methods can be.” Song Rui exposed his selfish motives, “In the end, you’re just unwilling to be controlled by others for the rest of your life, and you want to completely change your destiny.”
Bai Mu was silent, only shaking his head repeatedly. Seeing Fan Jialuo’s cold expression, with his eyes closed and unwilling to meet his gaze, he felt a piercing pain seeping from the very marrow of his bones.
Just as he was about to be overwhelmed by boundless regret, Fan Jialuo suddenly said, “Call them and tell them to come over.”
“Okay, I’ll have them come right away.” Bai Mu quickly took out his phone, gritted his teeth, and dialed a number—a dozen minutes later, a young man and woman walked into the tea house. Their speed showed they had been waiting nearby for Bai Mu’s message. The young man in front didn’t even catch a glimpse from Fan Jialuo, but the woman behind him was firmly locked in his sharp gaze. He even stood up, took a few steps forward, and called out with a half-smile, “Song Enci.”
The young woman looked at him warily and corrected him, “My name is Lin Nianci, and Song Enci is my mother.”
Fan Jialuo ignored her words and suddenly released his magnetic field. To ordinary people, he was just standing there casually, but to Lin Nianci, his body suddenly transformed into a black dragon composed of spiritual qi, evil qi, yin qi, and even bad karma, opening its blood-red maw and fiercely pouncing towards her.
She immediately activated her magnetic field to deflect the sudden attack, instantly draining her spiritual qi and cultivation. Facing this ancient monster who had lived for over a hundred years, she dared not be the slightest bit careless, but unexpectedly, in just an instant, she was knocked away by the black dragon, her body crashing heavily to the ground, her dantian damaged. Her magnetic field clashed with his, shattering like a fragile eggshell.
Shifu’s instructions were indeed correct, their strength was probably less than that of ants in this person’s eyes!
Lin Nianci coughed up a mouthful of blood, her hands flailing wildly on the ground as if trying to prop herself up, but she couldn’t move at all. Several of her ribs were broken, and her internal organs had suffered varying degrees of damage. In just one exchange, she had lost half her life.
Lin Nian’en never expected this person to be so ruthless, striking them without saying a word. He was furious and resentful, and immediately drew the coin sword from his waist and rushed forward, but he didn’t even touch a hair on Fan Jialuo’s head before being inexplicably sent flying backward, falling down next to his senior sister, spitting out a mouthful of blood.
Fan Jialuo walked step by step toward Lin Nianci, while Lin Nianci shuffled backward on all fours, her face filled with hatred, yet her eyes filled with fear.
“How did your strength become so weak?” His tone was familiar, as if he were speaking to an old friend.
Lin Nianci spat a mouthful of blood at him viciously.
Fan Jialuo neither dodged nor evaded, but simply extended his palm to capture her, invading her memories. He found her mind a hazy, misty blur, as if veiled by a curtain of water, everyone’s figures were indistinct and illusory. Even so, he could recognize that familiar face and authoritative voice. The other person gazed intently at the owner of this fragment of memory, murmuring expectantly, “Grow up quickly…”
As Fan Jialuo attempted to lift the layer of mist, a bolt of lightning exploded in Lin Nianci’s mind, shattering the intruder’s divine sense.
Fan Jialuo immediately withdrew his magnetic field, scrutinizing Lin Nianci’s face inch by inch, his voice low and deep, “You’re not her?”
Lin Nianci tried to speak, but uncontrollably coughed up a mouthful of blood. Lin Nian’en crawled to her side, pulling her into his arms. They were like two small animals cornered, outwardly fierce but inwardly filled with fear. Fortunately, the protective talisman given by their Shifu had been activated, and their two ShiXiong should have sensed it and would come to their rescue soon.
Fan Jialuo stopped in front of the two, and Song Rui followed, his face extremely grim. Bai Mu stood there, bewildered and unsure how to handle the situation. He feared someone might die, and initially wanted to call the police, but then hesitated, worried that they would arrest Fan Jialuo.
“What is that seed?” Fan Jialuo leaned forward, staring intently into Lin Nianci’s eyes.
Lin Nianci swallowed a mouthful of blood and sneered, “Guess.”
Lin Nian’en also let out a contemptuous laugh at the opportune moment, as if victory was already in their grasp.
Song Rui carefully observed the expressions and movements of the two people, then shook his head and said, “They don’t know what that is either.”
Lin Nianci and Lin Nian’en: ……
Fan Jialuo nodded and then asked, “Where did you get the seed?”
Lin Nianci gritted her teeth and said, “Why should I tell you?”
Lin Nian’en still smiled contemptuously, with an arrogant look that said, what can you do to us?
Song Rui said calmly, “They don’t know the answer to this question either.”
Lin Nianci and Lin Nian’en: !!!
The two stopped glaring at Fan Jialuo and turned to glare at Song Rui, their teeth clenched as if they wanted to tear the other person apart. The protective talisman given by their Shifu had clearly worked, Fan Jialuo shouldn’t be able to read their minds. Why could this person always see through their hearts? What exactly was he?
Fan Jialuo pondered, “Since you neither know what it is nor how it came to be, did it appear out of thin air?”
Lin Nianci and Lin Nianen held each other’s hands, determined not to say a word.
However, Song Rui simply looked at them quietly for a while before confidently stating, “Appeared out of thin air.”
Lin Nianci and Lin Nianen: ……
They suddenly understood the saying profoundly—— Birds of a feather flock together. The devil’s friends are devils too!
Fan Jialuo leaned down and continued to press, “Where is Song Enci?”
A fierce hatred suddenly flashed in Lin Nianci’s eyes, while Lin Nian’en questioned sharply, “Haven’t you already killed Aunt Enci?”
“I killed her?” Fan Jialuo raised an eyebrow, seemingly surprised by the answer.
“Stop pretending! Didn’t you steal the other half of the jade pendant from my mother?”
“I took the other half of the jade pendant?” Fan Jialuo raised his lips, almost amused by the question, but he quickly concealed the dark glint in his eyes and asked emotionlessly, “When did Song Enci die?”
“Hmph, you know perfectly well and still asking. Do you think Shizu will let you off the hook if you pretend to be innocent? Let me tell you, he’ll be coming to the capital soon to deal with you personally! Do you know what the consequences are for stealing the sect’s treasure and murdering your fellow disciples? Shizu will skin you alive!” Lin Nian’en shouted fiercely, but Lin Nianci remained silent, her teeth clenched.
Fan Jialuo completely ignored their threats and relentlessly pressed for answers, “When did Song Enci die? Where did she die? Have you found her body?”
Lin Nianci and Lin Nianen noticed his anxiety, so they both shut their mouths. When their eyes caught sight of Song Rui standing to the side, they both covered the lower half of their faces.
Fan Jialuo: ……
Realizing that these two people were very wary of Dr. Song, he couldn’t help but glance at him.
Song Rui understood immediately and probed, “How long has she been dead? Ten years, twenty years, thirty years, forty years…” He guessed year by year, and when he counted to a certain year, their eyes trembled slightly and seemed a little unfocused. So he said with certainty, “She has been dead for more than seventy years? But you are only in your early twenties.”
These words struck like a bolt of lightning, making Fan Jialuo, who had glimpsed Lin Nianci’s childhood memories, suddenly realize the truth. He explained, “She was probably close to death when she was born. My Shifu used a soul-nurturing method to keep her in a water vat, maintaining her infant state until her soul stabilized before she began to grow. That’s why she looks so young.”
Song Rui nodded to indicate that he understood.
Lin Nianci and Lin Nianen looked at the two men with trembling eyes, feeling that simply covering half their faces was not enough, they desperately needed the hoods of the two robbers or the facekins of the beach aunties.
“What major event happened in the metaphysical world seventy years ago? It was the Battle of Protecting the Dragon. Where did the Battle of Protecting the Dragon take place? In the Sand Dunes. So Song Enci died in the Sand Dunes, right?” Fan Jialuo deduced the general information based on just one year.
This time, Lin Nianci and Lin Nianen not only covered their entire faces but also closed their eyes. Even in this state, the devil certainly couldn’t guess what they were thinking.
However, Song Rui shattered their illusions, “You guessed right, Song Enci did indeed die in the sand dunes.” Without micro-expressions, he could observe micro-movements. Without micro-movements, he could read their thoughts from their breathing. If they even held their breath, he could grasp their wrists to measure their pulse and detect lies. As long as they were alive and their minds were working, what they were thinking would always be expressed through changes in their bodies.
As Fan Jialuo said, this is Song Rui’s superpower.
Fan Jialuo nodded knowingly, then sighed softly, “I never imagined that even the renowned Holy Maiden of Zezhou couldn’t escape death.”
Lin Nianci’s hand, which was covering her face, trembled.
Fan Jialuo stared at her and continued, “It’s a real pity that she died on the path to godhood.”
Lin Nianci abruptly lowered her hand, staring at him with a horrified look. Lin Nian’en, also drawn by curiosity, peeked through his fingers.
“What are you talking about?” Lin Nianci finally couldn’t help but ask.
“Save sentient beings, recruit believers, build temples, accept incense offerings, and accumulate merits——Song Enci’s ambition is blatantly obvious.”
Lin Nianci gritted her teeth and retorted, “So what? My mother did indeed save tens of millions of people. The incense offerings, believers, faith, and merits are all what she deserves!”
Fan Jialuo lowered his body even further, his voice laced with amusement, “Yes, she deserved it all. But it’s a pity that she died halfway to becoming a god, while the maggots she nurtured touched the threshold of godhood first. Isn’t that ironic?”
“What maggots? What threshold to godhood? What are you talking about?” Now it was Lin Nianci’s turn to eagerly seek answers, but unfortunately she didn’t have Song Rui’s mind-reading ability, nor did she have a powerful magnetic field to devour Fan Jialuo’s memories. She could only ask again and again in vain.
Fan Jialuo used a magnetic field to force the two outside, then threw out an even more troubling question, “Want to know who your father is?”
Lin Nianci was frantic. Dragging her aching body, she got up and pounded on the glass door of the teahouse. Unfortunately, the door was sealed by a powerful magnetic field, and no matter how hard she pushed, she couldn’t open it.
“Who is my father? Tell me now! Tell me!” she shouted, acting like a madwoman.
Lin Nian’en hugged her from behind, gently coaxing her in her ear. He knew that what his senior sister cared about most was her background, because when Aunt Song Enci returned to the sect, no one could tell that she was pregnant. It wasn’t until the Battle of Protecting the Dragon broke out that she barely managed to save grandmaster and then went to save others, but disappeared without a trace, leaving behind only an infant wrapped in her own clothes and a tattered cloth with the words ‘Shifu, please save her‘ written in blood. Only then did everyone realize that the child was actually born to her.
Her mother had vanished without a trace, neither alive nor dead, and her father was nowhere to be found. Lin Nianci’s longing for her parents ran deep in her bones. She pounded on the door, her fists bleeding, and wept uncontrollably. The answer she had been searching for for so many years was finally before her eyes, how could she possibly give up?
Although Lin Nian’en felt sorry for her, he could only ruthlessly shatter her illusions, “Stop pounding! Even if you break all the bones in your hands, he still won’t tell you the answer. Can’t you see? He’s deliberately toying with us, taking revenge on us. The more pain we suffer, the happier he is! When Shizu arrives, he will definitely catch this traitor. At that time, you won’t need to ask him anything, he can just search his soul. Let’s go back, he won’t be able to be so arrogant for long!”
Lin Nian’en half-dragged and half-carried away the emotionally distraught Lin Nianci. He couldn’t bring himself to ask any of the questions he wanted to ask, such as where the Tianshui Sect’s most prized treasure was, or where he had been hiding all these years and what bad things he had done.
After they left, Fan Jialuo raised his chin at Bai Mu and said, “Mr. Bai, you can leave now too.”
Seeing his extremely cold face, Bai Mu could only flee in a sorry state.
Song Rui stared at the young man for a while, then suddenly asked, “They all say that you killed that so-called Holy Maiden of Zezhou. I guess the truth is completely the opposite, right?”
These words seemed to touch a nerve with Fan Jialuo, causing a fierce glint in his eyes. Fragments of memories escaped from the depths of his heart, only to be burned to ashes by his will. After a long, long time, he whispered, “Dr. Song, do you want to know what Mr. Bai meant by too much physical contact?” As he spoke, he suddenly moved closer to Song Rui, trapping him between the wall and his arms, and slowly pressed his lips to his, their breaths mingling.
Song Rui, who was trying his best to analyze those words and piece together some of the truth, suddenly went blank. The young man’s mysterious past was thrown to the back of his mind, leaving only the infinitely magnified handsome face and those blood-red lips in front of him.
He unconsciously held his breath, and his oxygen-deprived brain became unable to function. Sensing his emptiness and helplessness, Fan Jialuo turned and strode away.
After a long while, Song Rui realized he had been tricked. The young man had cleverly used his good looks to change the subject and prevent him from investigating the truth. But instead of feeling disappointed or angry, he touched his lips and chuckled softly.
He wouldn’t mind having this experience a hundred times over.
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Chapter 210. Is Teacher Fan Buddhism Or Taoism Practitioner?
To keep a close watch on Fan Jialuo, Chang Sheng had the Taoist people find a house in the capital for them to stay in temporarily, and then took Chang Zhen down the mountain first. Lin Nian’en and Lin Nianci stayed behind to take care of Jian Ya and the others, since they were the ones who caused the trouble, and they had to clean up the mess.
Following Bi Zetai and Wan Shishu, Luo Jiuyuan eliminated his bad karma on the twenty-second day of the ritual, leaving a large scar on his left cheek, but his mental state was very calm. He seemed to have enlightened, and instead of rushing down the mountain that day, he continued to stay at Longyin Temple to chant sutras.
Shi Yonghao and Ni Xinhai weren’t as lucky as him. They both didn’t complete the ritual until the forty-ninth day. Their appearances were ultimately ruined, their faces were covered in tumors and scars, and their features were distorted, making them look neither human nor ghost, quite terrifying. As soon as the ritual ended, they couldn’t wait to jump off the altar, ask the monk for a mirror, look at themselves from left to right, and then smash the mirror on the spot, crying uncontrollably.
Abbot Changjing could save the souls of the dead and those burdened by bad karma, but he could not save their hearts. He could only shake his head and sigh.
The unluckiest among them was Jian Ya. Forty-nine days had passed, and her face was still filled with bad karma, which was actually increasing instead of decreasing. If this continued, even if all the monks in the capital came to chant sutras for her salvation, they probably wouldn’t be able to eliminate her bad karma, because the resentment in her heart had become intertwined with her bad karma, mutually supplying each other——I exist because of your growth, and your existence fuels my growth. It would be entangled in her destiny for the rest of her life.
Abbot Changjing sighed and said, “Benefactor, even if we recite scriptures hundreds of times to help you eliminate bad karma, it is still not as good as you reciting them once with a sincere heart. If your heart is not sincere, this ritual will never be completed in a lifetime.”
Jian Ya couldn’t understand his words, but she shouted in a hoarse voice, “I have plenty of money. Can’t I hire you to chant sutras? Is 10,000 yuan a day enough? Forty-nine days is 490,000 yuan. Can’t that buy your piety? Then name your price.”
Abbot Changjing simply couldn’t communicate with her and could only shake his head and sigh.
Seeing her behavior, Lin Nian’en pulled his senior sister aside and whispered, “Forget it, let’s go down the mountain first and not wait for her. Judging from her stubbornness, her skull will rot before her bad karma is cleared up. Once her skull rots, even a great immortal can’t save her!”
“But she was harmed because of me.” Lin Nianci shook her head, her eyes reddening. Since becoming a disciple, she had saved many people, but this was the first time she had hurt someone, or even put someone on the verge of life and death. She felt terrible.
“ShiJie, you’re overthinking it. She wasn’t harmed by us, she harmed herself. If she hadn’t always wronged innocent people, would that karmic fire have burned your hands? I haven’t even settled accounts with her, so why should she blame you? How many spiritual medicines have I applied to her these past few days, and how much spiritual qi have you channeled into her? But look at her, has there been any change? Even someone whose whole body is charred should be healed and discharged by now after our tireless treatment, but her condition is getting worse. There’s no spiritual qi left in the world now, and your cultivation was built up little by little through daily meditation. In just over a month, she’s completely drained it. How do you expect to make up for it?”
Lin Nianci frowned as she thought about how little spiritual power she had left.
Lin Nian’en reached out and pulled her, “Let’s go, let’s go down the mountain first. We can always come back to see her often. I reckon she’ll stay in the temple for at least half a year, maybe even longer. She’s the kind of person who has absolutely no wisdom. She’ll choose the path to hell when there’s one, and she’ll squander her good fortune. Ai……”
Amidst her junior brother’s long sigh, Lin Nianci also gave up, nodding and saying, “Alright, let’s go. Just thinking about Fan Jialuo being down the mountain makes me uneasy.”
“What’s there to be worried about? No matter how high his cultivation is, can he compare to our Shizu? Our Shizu could kill him with a few strikes. Come on, let’s go back to our room and pack our things.” Lin Nian’en half-dragged, half-carried his senior sister back to the room, only to find that the door, which had been locked, had been pushed open by someone. On the round table facing the door was a black gift box, tied with a green ribbon, its packaging extremely exquisite and luxurious. Judging from the appearance, the contents of this box must be quite expensive.
“Who sent this?” Lin Nian’en was greatly surprised. The thing is, Jian Ya and other’s ritual of passage was held in the open space in front of the main hall, directly opposite the temple gate. If there were strangers coming and going at the gate, they would definitely see it.
“Don’t touch it, let me sense it first.” Lin Nianci quickly grabbed her junior brother’s hand.
“ShiJie, you should be careful too!” Lin Nian’en stared intently at the box, sensing something was wrong.
Lin Nianci held her palm above the gift box, trying her best to sense it. Her already tense face gradually became serious. After five or six minutes, she shook her head and said, “I can’t sense anything. There is a powerful force blocking my magnetic field.”
“Let’s open it and see. They can’t possibly send us a bomb.” Lin Nian’en stuck a talisman on himself, quickly untied the ribbon, and lifted the lid of the box. Inside, he found something that looked very much like a broad bean, along with a beautifully crafted card.
He opened the card, and his breath caught in his throat.
Lin Nianci leaned closer to take a look, and her pupils dilated involuntarily.
On the card, written in a flamboyant style, was a line of text: 【If you wish to avenge your mother, then plant this seed in Fan Jialuo’s body. 】
Lin Nian’en immediately picked up the seed to examine it, and took a picture with his phone, preparing to send it to his two senior brothers so they could help identify it.
Lin Nianci stopped him, shaking her head and saying, “Don’t tell anyone about this. I need to think about it carefully.” She gently cupped her junior brother’s hand holding the seed with her soft, delicate hands and began sensing it once again.
Being so close to her, Lin Nian’en couldn’t think of anything else. He just stared at her blankly with a blush on his face, then snapped out of it and awkwardly turned his head away.
After a long while, Lin Nianci released her junior brother’s hand and shook her head, saying, “I can’t sense what it is, but its power is very strong. It seems to be full of vigorous vitality, yet it also exudes a wisp of decadent death energy.”
“Being both alive and dead, it’s definitely not a good thing. ShiJie, what are you going to do? Whatever you want to do, I will help you, but the premise is that you can’t go directly to seek revenge on Fan Jialuo. I’m afraid you’ll be in danger,” Lin Nian’en warned solemnly.
Lin Nianci held the seed and murmured, “I need to think this through. Of course, I want to take revenge myself, but I also know that my strength is not enough. How do you think this seed can be implanted into a person’s body without being detected?”
“I don’t know either. Why don’t we study it first?” Lin Nian’en knew that his senior sister was definitely tempted by the mysterious person’s suggestion. The seed also gave him an ominous feeling. If he gave it to his enemy, there might be an unexpected surprise.
“Okay, I’ll put it away first. Shidi, this is a secret between the two of us, you must not tell anyone.” Lin Nianci earnestly instructed.
“I absolutely won’t tell anyone.” Lin Nian’en mimed zipping up his mouth, secretly pleased with himself. With this secret, the distance between him and his senior sister seemed to shrink dramatically in an instant.
Lin Nianci smiled gratefully at her junior brother, then slowly withdrew her magnetic field. She discovered that the seed also gradually dissipated as the magnetic field disappeared, and the life force and death energy it contained flowed back into her meridians, gathering in her dantian. The seed’s aura was exactly the same as the human body’s own life force. If it hadn’t actively released some signals, Lin Nianci wouldn’t have been able to detect its intrusion at all. It actually possessed life and intelligence!
In a flash, Lin Nianci suddenly understood how the so-called implantation could be achieved. This seed could actually blend into the magnetic field of a spiritualist like air, quietly hide in their dantian, and then take root and sprout.
What will happen after it takes root and sprouts, Lin Nianci has no way of knowing, but she can guess a thing or two. Can a person still live if their dantian is parasitized by a foreign object? The answer is no.
She quickly released the returning magnetic field, and the seed solidified from its semi-transparent state. This bizarre sight stunned Lin Nian’en, and it also made him realize something.
“ShiJie, I understand! As long as it senses the magnetic field of a spiritual person, it can be implanted automatically.”
“It seems so. What should we do now?” Lin Nianci quickly put the seed back into the gift box, then frantically wiped her hands, her heart filled with lingering fear.
“Find someone to take this seed to Fan Jialuo for spiritual communication.” Lin Nian’en’s mind worked quickly.
“Who are you looking for?” Lin Nianci’s eyes lit up.
Lin Nian’en hesitated, repeatedly tapping his forehead, before finally saying decisively, “First, have the sect disciples investigate Fan Jialuo’s background and see who he usually associates with. Let’s go, let’s go down the mountain!”
The two quickly tidied up the things on the table, packed a few simple bags, and hurriedly went down the mountain. A week later, Fan Jialuo called Bai Mu and asked him to come and dispel the bad luck.
Bai Mu hesitated for a while before agreeing, his voice sounding a little hoarse.
Fan Jialuo’s eyes flickered slightly, as if he sensed something, but he didn’t delve into it. He carried an earthenware jar, a canvas bag on his back, and a skull-shaped cane, and climbed up the back mountain with Dr. Song.
The once perpetually gloomy mountain forest was now clear of clouds and mist, its waters and trees sparkling. Everywhere—in the woods, on the paths, and among the rocks—fallen branches and leaves of early winter, yet everywhere were also bathed in warm, yellow sunlight, carrying a strange vitality and vibrant energy. A waterfall cascading from the mountaintop roars, but not deafeningly, rather, it sounded like a free-flowing symphony.
The mountain, the neighborhood at its foot, and even the lake within the neighborhood, were all vastly different from what they used to be, as if a black and white photograph had suddenly been filled with vibrant colors.
Standing on a boulder beside the waterfall, Song Rui looked down at the scenery below and said confidently, “The Moon Bay residential complex will definitely be a big seller in the future.”
“It’s not yet at the point of being a big seller, it’s just livable for now. However, if Bai Mu could level the garden over there and build a gate, with a landscaped pond and a row of fountains in front of it, changing the stagnant terrain into a winding, meandering water feature, the houses in this community would sell out in less than half a month.” Fan Jialuo pointed out all the problematic feng shui layouts.
Song Rui raised an eyebrow and said, “You understand feng shui, and you’ve practiced Taoism?”
“Yes.” Fan Jialuo nodded in agreement.
Song Rui smiled contentedly, then pointed to the earthenware jar on the ground and asked, “What should we do? Just scatter it? I thought you had already disposed of their ashes.” The jar contained the ashes of Xiao Yanling and her parents, which had been sitting in Fan Jialuo’s place for almost two months.
“Let’s recite a sutra for them first. The feng shui of the neighborhood wasn’t very good back then, so it wasn’t suitable for settling them down.” Fan Jialuo took out a copy of the 《Ksitigarbha Sutra》 and a wooden fish from his bag.
Song Rui took the scripture, glanced through it quickly, and asked, “Can I just read it aloud?”
“Sit down and recite, sincerity is enough.” Fan Jialuo patted the grass beside him.
“Weren’t their souls already scattered? Chanting scriptures to help them pass on is useless now, isn’t it?”
“I just want peace of mind.”
“Alright, just seek peace of mind.” Song Rui obediently sat down cross-legged, opened the scripture, and began to recite it word by word. He never imagined that he, who only revered darkness and death, would one day sit in the mountains, chanting sutras for the salvation of three unrelated people. Sincerity? What constitutes sincerity?
He glanced at the young man beside him, his eyes lowered and his expression serene, and suddenly understood how to be truly sincere. If he transferred even a fraction of his sincerity towards the young man into his chanting, wouldn’t that be enough? Thinking this, his eyes darkened, his heart calmed, and his chanting even carried a hint of aspiration.
Fan Jialuo glanced at Dr. Song, surprised by his piety, then smiled with joy before lowering his eyelids to continue striking the wooden fish. His chanting was unhurried and varied in pitch, seemingly plain, yet it contained a pure power that gave people a feeling like the sky—vast, free, and boundless.
Unbeknownst to him, the wind around him stopped, and the roar of the waterfall faded away. Only the chanting lingered in his ears and mind. When it dissipated from high to low, Song Rui, who opened his eyes, felt as if he had been transported to another world.
He looked at Fan Jialuo, his eyes flashing with a dark light, as if he wanted to ask something but held back. Fan Jialuo didn’t notice his doubt, he simply picked up the pottery jar, walked to the misty waterfall, and opened the lid.
Without him needing to scatter the ashes, a wisp of winter wind entered the earthenware jar, stirring up wisps of white dust that were carried into the air. The howling wind blew from all directions, carrying away the last traces left by the family of three in the world, along with their resentment and hatred.
With his thin lips slightly parted, Fan Jialuo prayed, word by word, “By the power and truth of this practice, may all beings be filled with happiness and its causes, may all beings be free from suffering and its causes, may all beings never be separated from the great bliss free from suffering, may all beings be free from attachment and aversion, and abide in the mind of equality and non-duality.”
As his voice faded into the wind, the swirling white dust also vanished completely, and even the souls struggling in hell found eternal peace.
Song Rui looked at the young man with a glint in his eyes and said with certainty, “You’ve also practiced Buddhism, haven’t you?”
“Yes.” Fan Jialuo nodded frankly.
“Cultivating Taoism and Buddhism at the same time, aren’t you chaotic?” Song Rui felt that the more he learned about this person, the more of an unsolvable mystery he became.
“If the heart is not in turmoil, how can the principles of the universe be in chaos?” Fan Jialuo smiled slightly, his eyes filled with pure tranquility and peace.
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I Have A Secret
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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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Chapter 208. Every Path Pointed Out By Teacher Fan Is A Path Of Survival
After hanging up the phone with Bi Zetai, Fan Jialuo looked at the distant mountains and the silver waterfall, and finally sighed softly.
Suddenly, a pair of hands wrapped around him from behind, embracing him. Then a broad, warm chest pressed against his back, and a delicate, refreshing sandalwood scent wafted into his nostrils, invigorating him. He turned around in surprise and saw Dr. Song looking at him with a deep, focused gaze.
The two stood in an embrace for a long time, looking at each other silently, neither of them speaking.
The atmosphere was a bit strange, which attracted Xu Yiyang, who was doing his homework on the table. He then put down his pen, ran over, and tentatively reached out to hug Fan Jialuo’s waist.
Fan Jialuo, who was hung all over his body, couldn’t help but chuckle, “What are you guys doing?”
“I think you might need a hug right now.” Song Rui said softly.
“Gege, give me a hug. Gege, don’t be sad.” Xu Yiyang said more directly.
Fan Jialuo shook his head, wanting to say that he wasn’t sad, but for some reason, he suddenly leaned back as if giving up, completely resting in Dr. Song’s arms. What was originally a half-hearted embrace had finally turned into a solid, mutual hug.
Song Rui chuckled softly, stroking the young man’s hair with his fingertips. Together they gazed at the distant silver waterfall, his heart overflowing with tenderness. This tenderness gradually spilled out and was passed on to Fan Jialuo, causing him to smile gently.
You don’t need the world’s kindness, I can give you everything. These heartfelt words, though it’s unclear if the other person can hear them———Meanwhile, Bi Zetai’s apology and plea for help video has been posted online, causing a huge uproar. Even with a large mask on, the ulcers on his forehead, around his eyes, and even his ears were very obvious, if it weren’t for his highly recognizable voice, fans would almost not have recognized him.
【Hello everyone, I am Bi Zetai. As you can see, my face is ruined. 】
His first sentence shocked his fans.
【Because I used the skincare products Su Fengxi gave me, I also turned into a monster like her. 】
His second sentence finally solved the mystery that fans and passersby had always wanted to know but could never understand. Su Fengxi’s half-human, half-ghost appearance was still deeply etched in everyone’s minds, and combined with Bi Zetai’s current miserable state, it makes it impossible not to believe.
After much speculation, it turns out that Su Fengxi’s transformation wasn’t due to mutation, a virus, or a monster, but rather to a toxic skincare product. She even gave the product to their idol, ruining his face as well! Fan Jialuo’s terrifying prophecy has been proven true once again!
【Even before Jian Ya and I attended the HUV new product launch, my face had already shown signs of ulceration, but I somehow concealed it. I thought my face could definitely be cured, so I chose to lie and hide it. Teacher Fan didn’t spread rumors to slander me, on the contrary, it was I, the one angrily accusing him of spreading rumors, who is defaming him. Everything he said has indeed happened. Teacher Fan, I’m sorry. 】Bi Zetai bowed deeply in the video.
Bi Zetai’s fans, who were still fiercely attacking Fan Jialuo’s Weibo homepage, were all stunned. Their fingers froze on the keyboard, and they were somewhat at a loss. Their comment boxes still showed some unfinished insults, some vicious, some sharp, and some scathing, but now they all seemed like a joke.
While they steadfastly defend their idol and vehemently criticize Fan Jialuo’s prophecies as utter nonsense, their idol has already been suffering the consequences of those prophecies. It’s absurd!
However, they quickly realized their mistake and argued: 【Even if Fan Jialuo’s prophecies are true, he shouldn’t publicly talk about our idols like that online! How embarrassing would that be for our idols? If he could see the future, couldn’t he have given them a private warning? Frankly, he’s just creating hype, trying to grab attention, and using these prophecies to show off his methods and abilities! This person has serious character flaws, and we’re right to criticize him! 】
This statement resonated with the vast majority of people. If Fan Jialuo were truly a good person, he should have privately warned these celebrities instead of making such terrifying remarks in public. Who is he trying to frighten? And whose authority is he asserting? Just because you’re a psychic, does that make you superior? If someone offends you, you curse them to suffer misfortune—what kind of logic is that?
Almost all fans were influenced by these words, which deepened their animosity towards Fan Jialuo. But Bi Zetai’s next words were like a slap in the face, swiftly turning the tables on them.
【Actually, Teacher Fan had privately warned me that my face had been eroded and might become ruined, and he even offered to help me. But at that time, I was influenced by online opinions and didn’t believe him, and I pushed away his outstretched hand of assistance. 】
The fans who were just complaining that Fan Jialuo hadn’t privately reminded their idol silently covered their aching faces.
Bi Zetai shook his head and smiled bitterly, tears rolling down his cheeks:【Having exhausted all other options, Teacher Fan released that prophecy to all of us, hoping to awaken us. I only learned today that after the prophecy was released, Teacher Fan had been waiting for our calls for help, hoping that we would take his words seriously and change the future predicted in the prophecy. 】
The netizens who were just moments ago criticizing Fan Jialuo’s character are now blushing furiously. They blame Fan Jialuo for not privately reminding their idol, but he actually did. They blame him for standing by indifferently, but he had already offered help, only to be coldly rejected. They blame him for making inappropriate remarks in public, but he was simply trying to get the person involved to take it seriously. Park Liyu is right, those predictions weren’t threats, they were warnings.
None of their reasons for hating and attacking him were valid, nor were any of them true!
When Bi Zetai’s fans were in a state of existential crisis, Bi Zetai choked up again and said: 【Today, Teacher Fan asked me a question on the phone, and now I’d like to ask you all the same question. Do you know what prophecy is? 】
Fans posted comments: 【A prophecy is something that will happen in the future. 】
However, Bi Zetai’s answer was quite different from theirs: 【Teacher Fan told me that prophecies are not things that will definitely happen in the future, but rather empty words. We can change the future in a prophecy at any time if we are willing. Teacher Fan also said that he releases prophecies not to verify them, but to change them. If we are willing to believe him, in the two weeks following the release of the prophecy, we have the opportunity to change it every minute and every second, and all we need to do is make a phone call to him and say, “I’m sorry, please save me.” 】
Bi Zetai cried uncontrollably: 【He has been waiting for our plea for help all along, but we have willingly given up our chance for salvation. He told me today that he desperately hopes his prophecy will be wrong just once, even if it’s just once. 】
Bi Zetai could no longer speak and could only look up at the sky, trying to control his emotions which were on the verge of spiraling out of control.
Upon learning the full truth, his fans were already weeping uncontrollably, while bystanders were utterly speechless with shock. They had no idea that behind this prophecy lay so much patience and waiting. To hope he was wrong even once—what a vast and profound state of mind that must have been! How narrow-minded and selfish are those who speculate that he issued the prophecy to demonstrate his authority and power!
The two attitudes, placed side by side and contrasted, starkly highlight the opposition between the purity and evil of the human heart. The very people he repeatedly warned cared only for fame and fortune, whereas he cared far more for human lives. When he issued that seemingly terrifying prophecy, his heart was silently pleading. Let me be wrong—I don’t care if I am publicly humiliated—so long as those disasters can be averted.
What kind of heart is this? It is a compassionate heart, a benevolent heart, a heart of boundless care. After finally understanding what kind of person Fan Jialuo was, the netizens who were cursing him just a moment ago hurriedly pulled out tissues and awkwardly wiped away tears. They tried to peel back Fan Jialuo’s skin, only to find their own skin so ugly in the end.
Bi Zetai barely managed to suppress the urge to burst into tears before choking out:【Teacher Fan is a good person, please stop attacking him. Here, I want to sincerely apologize to him. I’m sorry, I was wrong.】
While wiping away tears, Bi Zetai’s fans deleted the malicious comments and previous negative comments and blog posts about Fan Jialuo, replacing them with apologies. Park Liyu’s fans also joined in, forming a powerful force that suppressed Jian Ya and others’ fans.
Bi Zetai sniffed and finally said: 【Upon learning of my situation, Teacher Fan, disregarding past grievances, called to tell me how to attain liberation. My dear fans and friends, if you see this video, could you please pick up the 《Ksitigarbha Sutra》 and silently recite a passage for me each day, as a prayer for my well-being? Please stop when you feel tired of reciting, this is all the help I need. This may be my last appearance on screen, please consider this sutra a farewell gift. Thank you, thank you so much. 】
He bent over deeply, but then cried so hard he couldn’t stand up.
The scene freezes at this moment, showing Bi Zetai’s pitiful and helpless appearance. Even though they were just passersby, they couldn’t help but download a copy of the 《Ksitigarbha Sutra》 and sincerely recite the sutra for him. They didn’t know what the point of doing this was, they just felt it was easy, inexpensive, and effortless, so they did it.
Bi Zetai’s fans were naturally even more anxious, and quickly organized small groups to gather every day to sign in and chant sutras for their idol. Such a form of support was unheard of and unprecedented.
Shortly after the video was released, Wan Shishu’s Weibo page also posted a video with roughly the same content, causing another sensation. The fans of both immediately stopped attacking Fan Jialuo’s Weibo page, hastily apologized, and then gathered to chant scriptures.
In contrast to them, Jian Ya, Ni Xinhai, Shi Yonghao, and Luo Jiuyuan all released videos to refute the rumors, vehemently denying that they had been disfigured.
Fan Jialuo’s prophecy seems to have only come true halfway, but even so, his influence has already reached a point where it is deeply ingrained in people’s hearts. His chaotic Weibo homepage has now been completely cleaned up and turned into a neat apology page. Occasionally, Jian Ya’s fans will pop up and say a few words of abuse, but they will soon be fiercely countered by Park Liyu’s fans and flee in defeat.
After putting down their phones, Bi Zetai and Wan Shishu broke down in tears, while Jian Ya and the others stood aside, watching them with indifference and even disgust. If it weren’t for these two traitors, their debunking video wouldn’t have been so heavily questioned. Now, some netizens skilled in hacking are saying they’ll take their video for technical analysis to see if it’s fake.
If the video is recovered, it will undoubtedly be a huge blow to their careers. However, they have clearly forgotten that their careers collapsed the moment they were disfigured, but they are simply unwilling to face reality.
“Ai! Some people are born with wisdom, while others are stubbornly deluded. Ignorance of true nature is the root of all suffering in the cycle of rebirth, and this suffering is far from over.” Abbot Changjing looked at the two distinct groups of people and couldn’t help but shake his head and sigh. Finally, he called out, “Please come and sit down, everyone. We are about to begin the ritual of passage. ”
“Is it starting already? Don’t we need to set up an altar, purify ourselves, and then buy some incense and candles to light?” Jian Ya said eagerly, “Abbot, please just tell me what you need, and I’ll have someone buy it for you right away.”
Abbot Changjing shook his head and said, “No need. Just as Benefactor Fan said, sincerity is enough.” He looked at the monks beside him and instructed, “Prepare a copy of the 《Ksitigarbha Sutra》 for each of them.”
The monks quickly brought out a stack of the 《Ksitigarbha Sutra》. Jian Ya and the others each held a copy, sat cross-legged on the altar, and then followed the monks in chanting along with the striking of the wooden fish and the soft sounds of Buddhist chanting. Chang Sheng, Chang Zhen, and Lin Nian’en also opened their sutras and sincerely prayed for Lin Nianci.
Lin Nianci was burned by karmic fire because of Jian Ya’s influence. In addition, her spiritual energy had the effect of repairing the body, so she was quickly released. After only two hours of the ritual, the charred dead skin on her hands peeled off, and a layer of pink and tender flesh grew back.
Chang Sheng, skilled in pharmacology, had already prepared a potion to promote skin and flesh growth, which she soaked in. He then handed the excess potion to the monks to spray on the faces of the celebrities. After all, the trouble was caused by their Tianshui Sect, and they had to clean up the mess, both morally and logically.
The potion, infused with various precious herbs and later imbued with spiritual energy by Lin Nianci, proved remarkably effective. Once a thin layer of their bad karma had dissipated, the festering on Bi Zetai and Wan Shishu’s faces actually ceased—a sign that filled them with great jubilation. In stark contrast to their situation, however, the bad karma afflicting the faces of Jian Ya and her companions showed no signs of diminishing, consequently, the medicinal potions served only to suppress the pain, offering no curative effect whatsoever.
Seven more days passed, and the bad karma on Bi Zetai and Wan Shishu’s faces was completely eradicated, forty-two days shorter than the forty-nine days predicted by Abbot Changjing. This was the power of faith gathered from the collective vows of the masses. Fan Jialuo’s suggestion was correct, he had indeed shown these two a way out!
Wan Shishu’s nose tip was slightly ulcerated, but it has now healed. It looks a little crooked, but after she goes down the mountain, she can find a skilled plastic surgeon and spend about half a year repairing it to its original state. Bi Zetai’s situation is better than hers, the ulcers have all healed, leaving a few pink scars. A few scar removal surgeries can fix that. His skin may have some imperfections, but they can be covered with makeup.
This outcome was far better than their most optimistic expectations. As they stepped down from the altar, they hugged each other and cried loudly, then reassured their fans that they were safe. If they could return to the entertainment industry, they would definitely do everything in their power to repay their fans’ love.
While they wept uncontrollably, Jian Ya and the others’ faces continued to fester. The bad karma had only diminished slightly, offering no real improvement to their situation. The daily sprays of medicine only provided pain relief. Only then did they realize with profound regret that every word Fan Jialuo had uttered was correct, and every path he had pointed out was a path to survival!
Why do they still not believe? Why, when hope and salvation are just ahead, do they choose to give up again? Why? The scriptures Jian Ya was holding suddenly fell from the altar. Before she fainted, she seemed to hear Abbot Changjing’s sigh, “Why are people so stubborn and unenlightened? Is it so difficult to let go of prejudice?”
Is it difficult? Jian Ya asked herself through tears, then closed her eyes with deep regret—it really wasn’t difficult.
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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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Thank you for taking over this translation! I’m looking forward to how the story ends. Your hard work is appreciated!
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