The protagonist of this crossover film and television series is disrupting the plot again.

Chapter 25 Fart Chapter

In no time, the whole household knew the good news, and everyone was overjoyed.

Disappointed, Aunt Zhao pouted, turned around and went back to her room to punch her pillow in frustration.

Only Jia Huan was filled with turmoil, his mind racing. He tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep, constantly replaying the two people from the daytime in his mind.

Such miraculous things can happen in this world! Jia Baoyu was so seriously ill, yet he recovered without needing acupuncture or medicine. He simply hung a piece of jade in his room.

This is unbelievable!

The monk then mumbled something to the jade, saying things like "We parted ways at Qinggeng Peak," as if they had known each other before. But wasn't this jade something Jia Baoyu was born with? Where had they seen it before?

This monk and Taoist priest are definitely not ordinary. The jade only became effective after they chanted over it. Otherwise, how could Jia Baoyu have been so sick before?

Who exactly are they?

Immortal? God? Buddha? Demon? Ghost?

Was their arrival here a coincidence or intentional?

If they did it intentionally, does that mean they've been secretly keeping an eye on the Jia family all along? Otherwise, how could they have arrived so promptly?

Why are they paying attention to the Jia family? Or rather, what is it about the Jia family that they are interested in?

Could it be that piece of jade?

They walked too fast. Jia Huan saw them turn around and tried to catch up, but he couldn't catch up at all. The two people seemed to have vanished into thin air; they disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Do they know about his time travel?

Is his time travel related to them? Do they have any way to get him back to his original world?

Are there any other people like them in this world?

Jia Huan is now full of questions. The more he thinks about it, the more questions arise, and he gets trapped in a vicious cycle.

Jia Huan pounded the bed hard, forcing himself to stop thinking.

Hearing a noise from inside the room, Zizai, who was standing at the door, quickly asked, "Third Master, what's wrong?"

"It's okay, I'm just a little tired, I'll rest first."

Relieved to have received a response, Zizai Feihua and the other person went back to their rooms to rest.

Jia Huan closed his eyes to calm his complicated thoughts, and his emotions gradually returned to normal.

Looking up at the flickering candlelight on the table, Jia Huan sneered, "I'll find you sooner or later."

After saying this, Jia Huan looked at the still-burning candle with deep eyes, and a faint red mark appeared in the center of his forehead. When the mark was at its most vibrant, an unknown force seemed to fall on the candlestick, and the candle flame suddenly surged, bursting into a large flame before abruptly going out.

He had just transmigrated to this time and couldn't stop thinking about going back.

He tried countless methods, but none of them worked. In desperation, he could only accept his fate, feeling that he would be stuck here for the rest of his life.

Holding onto the pessimistic idea that he would live if he could and die if he couldn't, he retreated to Qingfeng Courtyard, waiting for the day when the Jia family mansion would collapse.

When Lady Wang tried to harm him, he only subtly provoked her, using a self-inflicted injury as a disguise. He endured her insults with great difficulty, just to gain a good reputation, because that would make his life a little more stable in the future.

At that very moment, he was suddenly told that there were supernatural beings in this world. How could anyone tolerate that?

The next morning, after a night of rest, Jia Huan had regained his composure and sat calmly at the table, waiting for the servants to serve him the meal.

The dishes include crystal dumplings, crab roe soup dumplings with thin skin and generous filling, fragrant pea flour cakes, and delicate gold and silver rolls. The side dishes include a plate of stir-fried diced vegetables, a plate of stir-fried seasonal vegetables, a platter of braised pork knuckle, a plate of pickled cucumber and vegetables, a bowl of porridge, and a bowl of lily, lotus seed and almond milk.

There were quite a few dishes, but the portion size of each dish was actually not large, and together they were roughly the amount he would eat in one meal.

One should not speak while eating or sleeping.

After leisurely finishing his meal, Jia Huan wiped his mouth and strolled outside.

"You don't need to follow us anymore."

Jia Huan gave the order in a calm tone.

He always takes at least six people with him when he goes out, and this is the first time he's gone out alone.

That's true; how can you expect others to follow you if you do bad things?

After walking and stopping for about half an hour, Jia Huan arrived at Rongxi Hall. He didn't go in, but stopped in an open space outside the door. The area was surrounded by lush vegetation and had artificial hills for cover, making it very secluded.

Seeing that no one was around, he slowly closed his eyes and focused his mind on where Jia Baoyu was. He found the jade very easily.

He hadn't accumulated much spiritual power since transmigrating, and the force he could unleash on objects was pitifully small, but it was enough to move a small jade pendant.

The mark on his forehead reappeared, as red as blood, and his thoughts emanated in wisps. The Spirit Jade moved slowly, and within a few breaths, half of his body was suspended in the air, about to fall to the ground.

"Young master, why bother with this?"

A slightly helpless voice came from behind. Jia Huan smiled slightly, opened his eyes, and withdrew his thoughts. However, the mark on his forehead did not disappear with the withdrawal of his thoughts; instead, it became even more vivid.

Turning back to look at the bald-headed monk and the lame Taoist priest who had suddenly appeared, Jia Huan smiled and said, "I have some questions for you two, but you left in a rather hasty manner yesterday. I had no choice but to resort to this measure; it was purely a last resort."

The monk chuckled and asked, "Why does the benefactor wish to see us?"

"You should know my purpose, so let's not play dumb and speak frankly," Jia Huan said directly, turning slightly to the side and completely concealing himself behind the artificial hill.

The Taoist priest sighed, "Since you're here, you might as well make the best of it. Young master, since you've come to this world, it's better to go with the flow and not be so attached."

The monk chimed in, "My friend, it's rare to be truly carefree in this life!"

The two talked for a long time, but not a single useful word came out.

Jia Huan gave a cold laugh, his eyes as calm as a stagnant pool: "Stop with the nonsense. I'm a straightforward person, and I hate it when people try to be cryptic. Please, just tell me why I'm here!"

The two of them, still smiling, shook their heads and said, "I don't know!"

"Don't know?" Jia Huan frowned.

"The ways of Heaven are unpredictable. You came here by chance, and this world did not reject you. On the contrary, it calmly accepted you and even gave you miraculous means to survive. There must be a reason for this. Although we do not understand the profound meaning, we believe that we should just go with the flow and experience this mortal world for ourselves. Sooner or later, the truth will come out." The Taoist shook his whisk, sighed, and said solemnly.

Hearing this, Jia Huan felt a headache coming on and rubbed his temples. "So, according to you, my arrival here is a trial by heaven, a test of willpower and determination?"

"Indeed!" the monk nodded.

Jia Huan was so angry he laughed. The two of them had been talking back and forth for ages, but it was all nonsense.