Fang Zhidong looked worried. He had tried this method many times, but it hadn't worked. He didn't know if it would even work.

The doctors at the bureau all said Zhang Fan was beyond saving, and Fang Zhidong had no choice but to try anything, even if it seemed hopeless.

He remembered his father telling him before he died that this bracelet could save his life.

He brought his prayer beads to the hospital room when someone in the bureau was injured, but they were of no use.

However, he believed that his father would not lie to him; he must have simply misheard the whole thing.

He didn't see that countless golden points of light were enveloping Zhang Fan.

"Zhang Fan... Zhang Fan..." A faint voice came, as if whispering in one's ear, or as if coming from the clouds.

Zhang Fan could see nothing in his field of vision, which was completely dark.

The sound came from all directions, and Zhang Fan couldn't escape no matter what.

Who exactly are you?

"come out!"

No matter what Zhang Fan said, the voice remained unresponsive.

Zhang Fan tripped and fell, apparently having kicked something.

Suddenly, light returned to my vision, and my vision gradually brightened.

Zhang Fan then realized that he had kicked a person, who was lying face down on the ground, and it was unclear whether the person was dead or alive.

He frowned slightly and turned the person over.

Zhang Fan's pupils dilated suddenly, his face filled with astonishment.

It wasn't that he was timid, but because the person's face looked exactly like his.

No one can remain calm when they see a face that looks exactly like their own.

"That's you. You're dead." The ethereal voice reached my ears again.

Upon hearing this sound, Zhang Fan narrowed his eyes slightly and kicked the "himself" on the ground.

"You think I can still talk after I'm dead? Are you kidding me?"

The scene shifted, and the fog in front of us grew thicker and thicker, blurring our vision.

Then the mist dissipated, and he found himself in a peach orchard, where the flowers were in full bloom and their fragrance was intoxicating.

"Zhang Fan."

Zhang Fan looked up and, through the rustling sounds, saw an elderly man with gray hair meditating on a protruding rock not far away.

He stepped forward and looked at the man: "Who are you?"

“I am you!” The old man slowly raised his head.

That face was exactly the same as Zhang Fan's, but much older, as if he had lived for hundreds of years.

"You guessed right, that's how old I am."

The old man's voice was ethereal, exactly the same as the previous one.

Zhang Fan clenched his fist, his eyes cold, and swung it directly at the old man's face.

"Ouch! Stop hitting him!" The old man clutched his head and ran away, with Zhang Fan close behind.

It must be said that although the old man was old, his physical condition was really good, and Zhang Fan had to use some effort to catch up with him.

"Alright, I'm not pretending anymore." The old man transformed into a bald monk with eight scars on his head.

Zhang Fan scrutinized the monk: "Who are you?"

"Amitabha!" The monk held prayer beads in one hand and stood with the other hand in front of his chest. "I am Abbot Xukong of Jingyuan Temple."

Zhang Fan's brow furrowed deeply: "Jingyuan Temple?"

He remembered that the jade pendant he wore had been blessed by the monks of Jingyuan Temple and contained spiritual power.

The void seemed to understand Zhang Fan's thoughts: "That jade pendant is indeed my possession, as are the prayer beads, which are also gifts from me to you."

Zhang Fan didn't stand on ceremony and simply opened his hand: "Where are the prayer beads?"

The void smiled mysteriously: "Heavenly secrets cannot be revealed. You will find out soon enough."

Zhang Fan didn't want to dwell on these things and went straight to the point: "Why am I here?"

Void: "I suppose Jigan has already told you that you are the one who can save the world."

Zhang Fan: "The Heavenly Dragon Sect has been destroyed."

Void shook his head slightly: "That was just the beginning. Once the evil energy is released, it can overturn the entire world. The fact that you can see me means that you are already dead."

"If evil energy combines with a volcano..."

Zhang Fan was stunned for a moment, then recalled a large number of memories.

He was killed during his battle with Tu Shan Guan Hai.

But why can he still speak?

Void: "You are the one we chose, we will not let you die."

It turns out that Xu Kong was actually a member of the Buddhist sect.

Fifty years ago, during the great battle, Void and Jigan jointly calculated that Zhang Fan would be the one to save the world.

Li Bi, the founder of the Wuji Jing, predicted Zhang Fan's identity, but he did so in a cryptic way. In addition, the spiritual energy became scarcer with each generation, and the quality of the spiritual energy declined. Finally, Ji Gan and Xu Kong joined forces to figure out Zhang Fan's identity.

However, they also foresaw that Zhang Fan would face a calamity, so Xu Kong gave his disciple a prayer bead imbued with his spiritual energy and instructed him to use it to save Zhang Fan's life in the face of death.

This disciple was Fang Zhidong's father. He was originally a lay disciple, but after Xu Kong died, he returned home and later founded the Non-Natural Administration Bureau.

He never saw Zhang Fan before he died, and before he passed away, he gave his prayer beads to Fang Zhidong.

The old man's speech was slurred, and Fang Zhidong only heard the words "prayer beads to save his life".

Hearing what Xu Kong said, Zhang Fan touched the tip of his nose somewhat embarrassedly: "Sorry about earlier."

He was being saved, and he still beat up the void.

Xu Kong smiled kindly: "Benefactor Zhang, there's no need to mind. This humble Taoist has long since passed away. I can only say that you are quite vigilant. If you can save the world, I can also consider it a good deed. Amitabha."

Fog rolled in again, and when Zhang Fan woke up, three days had passed.

He slowly opened his eyes, and his confused gaze gradually cleared.

Feeling a heavy object in his hand, Zhang Fan looked down and saw that Su Qin was sleeping soundly on his arm.

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