GBT Chapter 126

Jiao Bai remained unfazed.

Ran Ye didn’t spare a second glance before retracting his gaze, and with a flick of his monk’s robe, said, “Two benefactors, please be seated.”

Jiao Bai and Shen Er An each took a futon, sitting across from Ran Ye with a low table between them and a… unfinished, pretentious Go board.

The young monk served them tea, clear water and green leaves, with mist swirling around.

Jiao Bai sat cross-legged. He was running a low fever, his head was dizzy, and he was feeling a physiological urge to sleep, but also a psychological anxiety. The two sensations were tearing at him.

“Benefactor Shen, I heard from my junior brother about your request. Now, please tell me your birth date and time,” Ran Ye said.

Shen Er An calmly responded.

Jiao Bai adjusted the hood on the back of his thin jacket, and squeezed the back of his neck where Qi Yi Liao had left a mark. He wondered, what exactly was the bewilderment that made Shen Er An make this trip? Was he about to… awaken?????

This conjecture instantly occupied Jiao Bai’s brain. Back at the release pond, he felt that Shen Er An’s current state felt familiar, as if he had seen it on someone before. Now it struck him—wasn’t it on Qi Yi Liao?

—The entire world was being gnawed at by things that couldn’t be explained by science, leaving it riddled with holes and a complete mess.

Qi Yi Liao hid it well, and on the surface, there was nothing unusual. Only his cat was in a state of suspended animation. But Shen Er An didn’t have his strong will, so it surfaced.

Jiao Bai was restless and in a state of confusion when he heard Shen Er An sitting next to him say, “I dreamed of myself, but not myself, very unfamiliar.”

Tsk tsk, so Shen Er An wasn’t awakening his self-awareness, but dreaming of his past life (first timeline)!

Jiao Bai tried his best to control his facial expressions, revealing an appropriate look of surprise, and chiming in with the matching lines, “What do you mean? I don’t understand.”

The person across the table glanced at him, and he met the gaze with a look of incomprehension.

Shen Er An didn’t notice their exchange of glances. He lowered his eyes, immersed in his own gloomy and dark state.

“Benefactor, why don’t you tell me more about your dream?” Ran Ye said.

“The ‘me’ in the dream looked a bit older. And I was with,” Shen Er An paused, and turned to look at Jiao Bai.

Jiao Bai mouthed: Li Jue?

Shen Er An nodded slightly, unable to hide the inorganic disgust: “I was having dinner with someone who had hurt me, and I had also retaliated against. There were flowers on the table, and the evening news was playing on the TV in the living room. He was serving me soup, talking about trivial matters, and then…”

“We were doing things in the living room that couples would do.”

The Zen room was silent.

“Please extend your left hand, benefactor,” Ran Ye said.

Shen Er An placed his left hand on the table. Ran Ye leaned closer and examined it for a moment, then picked up the paper with Shen Er An’s birth date and time written on it, and went to the table not far away to perform divination.

“The ‘me’ in the dream called him,” Shen Er An continued, as if returning to the dream, turning from an observer to a participant. His handsome features began to be covered with frost and Fierce, inch by inch. He said, word by word, “Bitch.”

A scene flashed before Jiao Bai’s eyes.

The two words Shen Er An just said were the original lines. Now the comic scene was unfolding.

Shen Er An was sitting on the sofa, in a suit and leather shoes, only loosening his pants buckle. He grabbed Li Jue’s hair, his expression cold and his strength brutal, as if he was carrying out an execution.

Sweat trickled down his even more magnificent face, filled with the pleasure of venting.

*Broken Wings* wasn’t censored, it was very clear. Jiao Bai was caught off guard and had a face full of Donkey.

1s are all donkey s. Shen Er An was a genuine 1, then he must be the leader of the 1s, the prince of the donkey world, in short, the donkey King.

Jiao Bai relived this scene, and only had one thought in his mind. He was glad that Qi Yi Liao’s initial outline set him as the second male lead, not the first. As a 1 in a modern urban setting, something roughly the size of a child’s arm was enough for Juice, there was no need to stand shoulder to shoulder with the sun and moon.

The crisp sound of copper coins being moved came from behind. Jiao Bai blew on his tea and took a small sip, lowering his voice and saying to Shen Er An, “This is your bewilderment? It’s just a dream, don’t take it seriously.”

Shen Er An rubbed his knuckles, not saying a word.

Jiao Bai leaned on the table. Shen Er An hadn’t automatically joined the group yet, it was probably related to this dream. The master had to resolve it, and he probably had to throw out something on his end too. Otherwise, Shen Er An wouldn’t be able to get over the mountain that was the original plot.

Just as Jiao Bai was dozing off, a voice came from behind, as if covered by the accumulated snow that was shaken off by the trees in the forest.

“Past life and present life.”

Master Ran Ye bowed slightly, put his hands together, and chanted “Amitabha” between the opening and closing of his lips.

Jiao Bai stared at Ran Ye’s back as he walked towards the entrance of the Zen room, wanting to shout, “What the fuck.” Doctors and masters with names in dog-blood novels were indeed the strongest tools.

He could divine past and present lives? Just like that, revealing heavenly secrets? Ah???

Jiao Bai glanced at Shen Er An: “What kind of master is this, he’s just fooling people, it’s too far-fetched.”

Shen Er An was obviously convinced, but he didn’t lose control. Instead, his mood was better than before. He slightly curved the corners of his lips: “It’s good that it’s just the past life, not the future.”

Jiao Bai was speechless.

Indeed, the past life was the past life, but if it was a precognitive dream, that would be terrifying.

Seeing that Shen Er An was about to leave, Jiao Bai also got up: “When did you have that dream?”

Shen Er An said, “The first half of the year.”

“Specifically?” Jiao Bai patted his shoulder, “I’m just asking.”

Shen Er An looked at him: “Early June.”

Jiao Bai walked past Shen Er An, not letting him see the expression on his face.

In early June, Cen Jing Mo held a wedding on Chang Min Island, and Li Jue’s protagonist halo weakened—that was the date when a screw in the original framework of the comic world came loose.

Shen Er An being able to have that dream meant that the world consciousness still wanted to pull the two protagonists onto the same line.

Fortunately, Shen Er An was only disgusted, confused, and after a few months of self-soothing, it still didn’t work. His only action was to come to the Ming Yuan Temple to see the master, instead of finding Li Jue, continuing to lock him up, and falling into the mud called “scum and cheap” again, playing in the mud with Li Jue.

The content of that dream was really clever. Shen Er An could both experience the concept of “home”, and taste the twisted pleasure of revenge.

What a huge bait.

Jiao Bai crossed the threshold and walked into the courtyard, smelling the incense in the air. This comic was from the perspective of the protagonist shou, not the protagonist gong. There was only the possibility of changing the gong, not the shou. Now that the shou’s halo was dim, the corresponding genuine gong was the same.

The twisted chain of love and hate was broken.

It seemed that as far as Shen Er An was concerned, he could become a dark horse and enter the business world, changing dynasties and establishing a huge power, because the world’s master, Li Jue, had chosen him, giving him the protagonist halo.

Jiao Bai didn’t believe that with Shen Er An’s various conditions, without Li Jue, without the protagonist halo, he would become a defeated general,Depressed withdrawing from the main battlefield, and accomplishing nothing.

Besides, his emotional line had already deviated from the original work, and his future was up to him.

As for Shen Er An saying he wanted to return his life to Liang Dong, that would happen after the Cen family was brought down. The Cen family was still around.

Jiao Bai couldn’t see Shen Er An’s path anymore.

That was also pretty good.

As his butterfly effect expanded, his so-called golden finger became shorter and shorter.

Jiao Bai gathered his crooked thoughts and turned back to look at Shen Er An, who was following him, “Some time ago, there were rumors online that you and Cen Jing Mo were at odds, and the two families were clashing?”

Shen Er An absentmindedly raised the branch that was poking Jiao Bai. Cen Jing Mo had changed his previous temperament this year, his style of doing things had changed, and his ambition was almost invisible. His movements were too strange and incomprehensible, so he could only bide his time.

“No,” Shen Er An said, “The Shen family and the Cen family haven’t clashed.”

Jiao Bai asked casually, not wanting to get to the bottom of it. He wanted to discuss financial management, property certificates, and securities with Shen Er An, but he remembered something: “A few years ago, I accidentally learned that Cen Jing Mo’s grandfather had arranged people around the Shen family. I don’t know exactly who they are.”

Shen Er An didn’t show any surprise: “Yeah, they all arrange it.”

Jiao Bai shrugged. That’s right. Everyone in the big families knew that each family had its own informants. It was just difficult to find them.

“Jiao Bai,” Shen Er An called him, “You said, how could my past life be entangled with someone like that?”

Jiao Bai didn’t know whether to laugh or cry, “President Shen, what are you worried about? Just listen and don’t think too much about it.”

Shen Er An said to himself: “You advised me not to have anything to do with that person anymore. I can’t figure it out. He’s obviously nothing to be afraid of, so why do you value him so much, even hurting yourself, and repeatedly asking me to make a vow?”

Jiao Bai was speechless. Young Master, why are you wondering about this, why aren’t you wondering why you hate Li Jue so much, why do you have to do it yourself when it comes to retaliating against him, and why are you so Negative, unlike a normal person?

A shadow fell in front of him. Shen Er An lowered his head, staring at him intently. There seemed to be an abyss in his dark eyes, “Do you… know something…”

Jiao Bai smiled ambiguously: “Know something about what?”

Shen Er An’s eyelids trembled slightly. The words he said to Shen Ji when he ran to the Shen family echoed in his ears. He heard himself say: “It’s nothing.”

Not everything had to be figured out completely. The more he thought about it, the more possessed he became.

While Shen Er An went to the bathroom, Jiao Bai quickly returned to the Zen courtyard. As soon as he entered the courtyard, he ran into the handsome monk in white, who seemed to be waiting for him.

Before long, Ran Ye held a Sign up. Jiao Bai drew a stick from it and handed it to him: “Master, please take a look for me.”

Ran Ye looked at the stick: “Benefactor, you will have a Calamity recently.”

Jiao Bai asked: “In what area?”

“No matter what kind of Calamity,” Ran Ye said slowly, “It can involve the entire life.”

That meant that there would be changes in all aspects.

Jiao Bai emptied the cup of tea he hadn’t finished drinking before, put the cup back heavily, stood up a little, put his hands on the table, and leaned his upper body forward towards Ran Ye: “Then how to resolve it?”

Ran Ye let his slightly elevated breath spray over: “Since it has come, then be at peace.”

“I don’t have to do anything, and the Calamity will resolve itself?” Jiao Bai took the Sign up, shaking it violently like a gambling king, then shoved it back into Ran Ye’s hand, “Do I look like an idiot who was born from an idiot father and an idiot mother sleeping together?”

Ran Ye: “…Amitabha.”

“To Passing the disaster, you need to have a firm belief. Benefactor already has it, so you will naturally turn bad luck into good.”

This explanation sounded more reliable. Jiao Bai pursed his lips. Could this Ran Ye be a time-traveler? A comic book author? A little assistant?

Damn it, his brain was going wild, it was all nonsense.

Jiao Bai sighed and took out a packet of cold medicine from his coat pocket, mixed it with water, carried it to the door to blow on it and let it cool, drank it in one gulp, and left.

“Benefactor,” a voice came from behind. Jiao Bai’s pace didn’t stop, “What?” Do you still have scenes?

“Have I seen you somewhere before?” The voice was hesitant, hesitant, with a thought-provoking taste.

Jiao Bai almost choked on his saliva. For no reason, he thought of Yu Ling’s life summary and his entanglement with him, and suddenly felt a chill.

“This is our first time meeting today,” Jiao Bai said without turning his head, “Bye bye.”

Jiao Bai didn’t find Shen Er An in the bathroom. He walked and looked for him all the way, and captured half a shoe in the northwest corner of the ancient castle. It was Shen Er An’s shoe.

The fat squirrel on the wall stopped its pacing and curiously poked its head out. Under its gaze, Jiao Bai found a towering tree where he could hide.

A few meters away, Shen Er An was listening to Tan Jun say something. He flicked the pine needles on the corner of his clothes. The lines from his three-dimensional brow bone to his straight nose, and then to his thin lips were sharp and cold.

Tan Jun lowered his head and bowed, showing absolute surrender.

Jiao Bai’s heart suddenly jumped. Did he just hear something?

Click…

Jiao Bai stared at the automatically logged-in account. There were only two friends on the list.

One avatar was lit, Cheng Mountain hadn’t changed.

The remaining one was all black, and the sound came from there.

What happened to the cat?

Jiao Bai retreated behind the tree, holding his breath and concentrating.

Click… Click…

The sound was like the thin wire twisted into a twist around the cat’s neck being turned, pulled, and loosened little by little.

Was Qi Yi Liao’s consciousness awakening?!!!

Jiao Bai quickly left under the big tree, calling Qi Yi Liao’s private phone while walking, but he couldn’t get through.

Just as he was calling Qi Da, Qi Da called back, his voice filled with panic, “Young Master Bai, Master Qi has gone to Ming Yuan Mountain.”

If Qi Yi Liao had just gone up the mountain, Qi Da wouldn’t be like this.

“Speak slower, and tell me carefully,” Jiao Bai tried to stay calm, “Hurry up.”

The background noise at Qi Da’s end was noisy. He was walking through the grass and trees: “Master Qi stopped halfway while driving. He looked very uncomfortable and asked someone to send him back to Lan Mo Mansion.”

Jiao Bai frowned. The medicine Qi Yi Liao injected could last for thirty or forty hours. Now only about half the time had passed. Was it premature loss of efficacy, or was there another reason unknown: “And then?”

“Then the car had only passed two intersections when Master Qi said to go to Ming Yuan Mountain,” Qi Da said, “As soon as we got to the top of the mountain, Master Qi walked in one direction. He walked very fast. We realized and quickly followed, but we were one step late. We watched him fall off a cliff. Now a search team is on its way.”

Jiao Bai grabbed the Buddhist amulet around his neck. Qi Yi Liao wasn’t a child. He wasn’t feeling well and still ran up the mountain, and lost contact with everyone. A thought flashed through his mind, “Did he fall down alone?”

“It seems like there was another one,” Qi Da wasn’t sure. The terrain of Ming Yuan Mountain affected the view, and he didn’t see it very clearly.

“Send me your location. Don’t tell Brother Zhen about this yet. His leg hasn’t healed, and he can’t help if he comes. It will only worsen his condition,” Jiao Bai said and hung up, calling Qi Huai, “Check Chu’s contact information and send it to me as soon as possible.”

Qi Huai didn’t ask any more questions, and his efficiency was high. He quickly sent a string of numbers to Jiao Bai’s phone.

Jiao Bai dialed it, directly stating his intention. Although Brother Chu was confused, he still cooperated and used the people he had abroad. He called Jiao Bai back as soon as he found the news.

“Soon after I left Lan Yi Zhai yesterday, my brother and your neighbor were kicked out by the landlord. They were also driven away and beaten by a group of hooligans.”

Jiao Bai’s heart jumped. He remembered when Qi Yi Liao sent him to the back door of the school yesterday, he was on the phone in the car, speaking in a foreign language, mentioning something about “driving away”.

“My brother was injured protecting Li Jue,” Brother Chu no longer called “your neighbor”, but directly called his name, “Li Jue ran away.”

“According to the intelligence I found, he hooked up with an old overseas Chinese and took his private plane back to China. The last time he appeared was in West City.”

Jiao Bai chuckled, okay, he could probably guess what happened. Qi Yi Liao sent people to fix Li Jue and Chu Dong Shan to vent his anger for him. Li Jue grabbed the still-disappearing protagonist halo and returned to China. He didn’t know how he found out that Shen Er An had come to West City, so he came too, wanting to secretly see him.

Li Jue’s Thoughts allowed the world consciousness to see a turning point. It dragged Qi Yi Liao in, and the two fell off the cliff together.

This series of events, one after another, really had a cause and an effect.

Li Jue wasn’t the protagonist anymore. The world consciousness failed with both the genuine gong Shen Er An and the second male lead Li Jue, so it wanted to pull the plot back to the original track through the second male lead Qi Yi Liao in the outline?

But go fuck yourself!

Jiao Bai called Qi Er and the others, and quickly walked towards Qi Da’s location. The “click” sound on Qi Yi Liao’s black avatar became louder and louder. The thin wire was likely to have loosened more than half.

The cat was about to be free.