Three days ago.
Jiang Ji was filming an advertisement, and because it required shooting at night, the filming continued until midnight.
He often works until the early hours of the morning, and he doesn't mind.
The director of the shoot called out into the walkie-talkie, "Teacher Jiang, this is the last set of photos."
"Come on, everyone to your positions."
The chandelier overhead suddenly fell down, startling everyone present.
If it hits someone on the head, they will surely die.
The director screamed, "Teacher Jiang!!"
Jiang Ji tried to move but couldn't; an inexplicable force held him down firmly.
What's going on?
At the last second, a warm sensation came from his neck, and the force binding him vanished instantly.
Jiang Ji instinctively fell backward, and the chandelier crashed down right in front of him, shattering glass all over the floor.
The flying shards pierced the skin, and blood kept gushing out.
His vision went black, and he fainted.
"Teacher Jiang!"
"Jiang Ji!!!"
A group of people rushed Jiang Ji to the hospital.
The paparazzi discovered this and staked out the hospital entrance every day, writing hundreds of posts speculating about what had happened.
Rumors flew everywhere.
Breaking News! Jiang Ji has been diagnosed with liver cancer and is nearing the end of his life!
[Shocking! Jiang Ji was taken to the hospital late at night. Is this a sign of moral decay or a distortion of humanity?]
Jiang Ji suffered a relapse of post-transgender complications and was hospitalized overnight!
Su Zikun was furious when he saw the messy trending topics.
"This must be something the rivals are up to!"
"Damn it! I'll get my revenge!"
"Jiang Ji! Jiang Ji! Answer me! Are you really stupid?"
Jiang Ji's face turned pale, and she tightened her grip on the prayer beads.
"Su Zikun, don't get involved in this matter."
"Why?"
Su Zikun patted him on the shoulder, "You should get some rest. Leave public relations to me. I'm particularly good at smearing people and muddying the waters."
"Su Zikun, I told you to mind your own business!"
Jiang Ji raised his voice, his lips completely bloodless.
Look closely, he's trembling.
Su Zikun realized something was wrong. "Jiang Ji, what's wrong? Should we call the doctor to check you again?"
"No need, you can leave."
Jiang Ji gripped the prayer beads tightly, feeling the warmth emanating from them, and only then did he feel at ease.
He took a deep breath and slowly opened his hand, revealing a long crack on the prayer beads.
"This, this..."
Jiang Ji recalled the words of the abbot of Qingxin Temple and rubbed his temples vigorously.
His life-or-death ordeal was about to begin.
The answer to that matter is about to be revealed...
Jiang Ji closed her eyes and fell asleep without realizing it.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh—!
It's cold, so cold, like falling into an ice cellar.
Jiang Ji suddenly opened his eyes, breaking out in a cold sweat.
The entire ward was quiet and shrouded in darkness.
He glanced to the side; Su Zikun was fast asleep on the hospital bed, muttering, "Don't make a sound, big chicken leg, oh my, it smells so good..."
Jiang Ji looked away.
He told the guy to leave, but Su Zikun actually came back and slept next to him. He's got a death wish.
He had Buddhist prayer beads to save his life, while Su Zikun only had one life left.
Jiang Ji got up and got out of bed, intending to wake Su Zikun.
The moment his feet touched the ground, he felt a chill run down his spine, as if a pair of eyes were fixed on him from behind.
A bone-chilling cold spread throughout my body, and it felt as if someone was sitting on my left shoulder.
Jiang Ji stood frozen in place.
Su Zikun woke up at this moment, rubbing his eyes. "Holy crap! Jiang Ji, what are you doing standing there? You scared me to death..."
Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly screamed.
"Ahhh! Jiang Ji, a ghost! There's a ghost behind you!!"
Jiang Ji dared not look back, gripping the prayer beads tightly, and walked forward step by step.
Su Zikun huddled under the covers, trembling. "Jiang Ji, hurry, hurry."
"ah!!"
The dark figure moved, heading straight for Jiang Ji, but was blocked by something and quickly disappeared.
Su Zikun felt weak all over and collapsed onto the bed, fainting.
Jiang Ji turned on the light, and the prayer beads were covered with cracks, as if they were about to shatter at any moment.
The next morning, Su Zikun screamed loudly.
"A ghost! There's a ghost!!"
"Stop calling me." Jiang Ji's expression was solemn. "Don't come near me these next few days. Go home or stay at the temple."
Su Zikun would never leave. "Brothers share weal and woe, how could I possibly abandon you?"
"Su Zikun, do you want to die with me?" Jiang Ji's voice was icy. "Go away, don't worry about me."
Su Zikun stammered, "You really want me to leave?"
Jiang Ji said expressionlessly, "Get out of here!"
"Okay, I'm leaving."
Su Zikun stormed off, inquiring everywhere about where to find a master.
He heard about what happened on the set of "The Mysterious Storm" and immediately contacted Director Lei, eventually finding Lin Xi.
Su Zikun said, "Master Lin, that's about it. The ghost attacked us once last night, but it was scared away by the Buddhist beads."
Lin Xi glanced at them. "I have a general understanding of the situation. We'll be waiting to catch the vengeful ghost tonight."
"Ah, we'll catch them tonight." Su Zikun looked her up and down. "Master, should we prepare anything?"
"No need, I can do it barehanded." Lin Xi stretched. "I have experience catching evil spirits, so you don't need to be afraid."
Su Zikun's lips twitched.
If it weren't for Director Lei's strong recommendation, he would have really thought this chuunibyou girl in front of him was a fraud.
Catching a vengeful ghost with bare hands, that's awesome.
Jiang Ji frowned. "That ghost is very strange. Don't throw your life away if you're not confident."
Lin Xi glanced at him again and replied confidently, "I'm sure."
"Let's go, let's find a place to wait until it gets dark."
"Oh, okay." Su Zikun climbed into the driver's seat. "Master, let's make do at Jiang Ji's apartment for the night."
Lin Xi had no objections; she didn't care where they went.
The vengeful ghost has tried to find Jiang Ji three times, and failed each time. He will definitely come again.
The black van drove slowly.
Jiang Ji and Lin Xi sat in the back seat, neither of them saying a word.
Linxi closed her eyes to rest.
Jiang Ji secretly sized her up.
The abbot's words resurfaced in his mind: Could he survive this life-threatening ordeal? Could he get the answers he sought?
Jiang Ji was torn between wanting to know and not wanting to know.
Lin Xi suddenly asked, "Why didn't you go to the abbot of Qingxin Temple for help?"
Jiang Ji closed his eyes briefly. "Something happened at Qingxin Temple, so it's temporarily closed. The abbot is not in the capital."
"Oh." Lin Xi touched her chin.
She really wanted to meet the abbot; selling a single Buddhist rosary for 50 million was definitely the mark of a master.
Su Zikun stopped at Xichen Apartment. "Master, please don't mind, Jiang Ji doesn't like cleaning, his house is a tiny bit dirty..."
Jiang Ji covered his mouth and dragged him into the elevator. "Shut up!"
Su Zikun rolled his eyes.
Alas, Jiang Ji cares so much about his image; has he truly fallen for the master?
Su Zikun shut his mouth and looked left and right.
It must be admitted that Jiang Ji and Master Lin look somewhat alike; this is what is known as a couple's resemblance.
If Jiang Ji were to fall in love, the entertainment industry would explode—a complete uproar.
In an instant, Su Zikun came up with dozens of public relations plans.
Sigh! His agent is really worried sick.
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