"The style of this incense burner is chic." Fang Ruochu picked up the incense burner casually, but he didn't notice that his injured finger was gradually oozing blood again.

The yellow light flashed in front of him, and before Fang Ruochu could react, he saw the incense burner turn into a streamer and go straight into his palm.

A bell rang like a yellow bell, ringing in the depths of Fang Ruochu's heart.

Before he had time to wonder, his consciousness was involuntarily drawn to an endless desolate land.

The sky is dark, the earth is vast, there is no sun, moon and stars, no mountains and rivers, and it is empty.

There is only a long line of light and shadow, like a dragon soaring into the sky, traveling in the sky, its length is millions of miles, winding and circling on the earth, across the sky and the universe, without knowing the end.

In the light and shadow, there is a magnificent and simple gate standing majestically, there is a colorful glow on the gate constantly flowing, rippling layer by layer, as if there is a boundless majestic atmosphere faintly revealed, looking through the gate, there are countless figures shaking, thousands of voices are galloping and cheering.

It seemed that Fang Ruochu's arrival triggered an inexplicable reaction, and a huge force continued to shake the gate, slowly opening to both sides.

Two mysterious words emerged from the depths of the gate, exuding a faint golden light, and every stroke seemed wonderful.

Fang Ruochu didn't know those two words, but an extremely powerful divine thought was directly connected to his soul, and a wonderful realm was suddenly reflected in the depths of his sea of consciousness. In an instant, his thoughts seemed to travel through hundreds of millions of years, which made him quickly understand the meaning of these two ancient words.

"Leave!"

I don't know what's going on, but there have been more and more news of weird events in recent years.

A half-grown child was washing his hands in the fountain, and by the time he had finished washing his hands, the surface of the water had been covered with a thin layer of ice; The young girl leaned against the big tree and waited for someone, and the tree suddenly burst into flames, which frightened the citizens next to her.

Just the day before Fang Ruochu resigned, I also saw a video on the Internet, a thin old man who was practicing Tai Chi and was seventy or eighty, slapped a "wild horse mane" during morning exercise, and accidentally slapped a basketball player who passed by in the morning seven or eight meters away.

Of course, these online videos probably can't stand scrutiny, and not long after they are released, they are quietly deleted and gradually disappear.

Regarding these news, Fang Ruochu mostly just acted as a melon-eating crowd and watched the excitement, which did not have any impact on his life.

But this magical scene appeared to him, and he suddenly found that it was definitely not a pleasant thing for the people watching the play to go on stage in person, but only fear and fear.

It seemed that tens of millions of years had passed, but it seemed like an instant, Fang Ruochu's consciousness had regained its clarity.

He shook his head vigorously and rubbed his eyes.

In front of me are still the dilapidated main hall of the Taoist temple, the dust-stained statues of Sanqing, the mottled brick and limestone walls, the messy cobwebs in the corners, and the offering table that has just been lifted up by himself.

Fang Ruochu looked at the watch on his left wrist, the second hand was ticking, judging from the time, it seemed that he was just in a trance, and immediately returned to normal.

He suddenly remembered something, looked down at his right hand, the palm of his hand was empty, where was there any trace of the incense burner just now?

"What's going on?"

Fang Ruochu's surprise was really extraordinary.

Recently, I have watched a lot of bizarre news, but a dead thing disappeared in front of my eyes out of thin air, which can no longer be described by the word "weird".

The Taoist temple was silent, and the Sanqing statues in the hall were still solemn, but Fang Ruochu only felt creepy, and cold sweat gradually oozed out of his back.

He held the flamethrower tightly, and after stepping out, he exited the main hall and came to the open space in front of the Taoist temple, bathing himself in the warm midday sun, and the fear in his heart was less.

Fang Ruo initially settled down, and then slowly recalled everything that had just happened, as well as the huge light and shadow that he saw across the heavens and all worlds in his trance, immortal and immortal......

"That's not right!" He suddenly came to his senses and hurriedly rolled up his sleeves.

On the white wrist, a small mark about an inch long stands out, like a pale yellow tattoo in the sunlight.

The imprint is in the shape of a square pot, the bottom is a three-legged small tripod, the body of the pot has a cornice hanging wall, and there is a leaf-shaped lid upside down on it, the style is clumsy, there are only a few lines, but the pattern is delicate and finely drawn.

Looking at this mark, Fang Ruochu was a little crying and laughing for a while, but he was vigilant in his heart.

"What the hell is this? Why is this happening? ”

"What does the word 'Leave' written on the door mean? What is the meaning of this? ”

He looked up at the temple, only to feel that there was something strange everywhere, and hesitated for a moment, deciding that it would be better to leave early.

"When you get back to the city, find a hospital to see what the tattoo is all about. The incense burner has become a tattoo, and no one will believe it......"

"As for the tombstone, let's go to the city and find a stonemason to build one, and then rent a car and send it over."

"—and a few more workers to be courageous!"

Fang Ruochu made up his mind, straightened out the shoulder straps of his backpack, and prepared to go down the mountain.

He had just taken two steps when he suddenly noticed that it was suddenly dark.

"Nima!" Fang Ruochu couldn't help but scold, "It's raining at this time? Is there a good way to get the weather forecast? ”

One moment it was still sunny, the next moment it was cloudy, thick cumulonimbus clouds hung low, and purple electricity swirled like a snake in the clouds, only to hear a thunderbolt, and the raindrops the size of beans had fallen with the wind.

Fang Ruochu couldn't think about it, so he could only turn around and return to the only small Taoist temple on the top of the mountain that could provide shelter from the wind and rain, choose a wing room at random, and get into it.

This sudden rainstorm disrupted all of Fang Ruochu's plans, and while he was scolding, he took out his mobile phone from his trouser pocket.

"The weather in Chucheng is sunny, 13-21 degrees, and the southeast wind is two to three degrees."

"Is this TM sunny? I want to report a thundershower! ”

Outside the window has become a water curtain of white flowers, and the window without glass can't stop the invasion of rain at all, Fang Ruochu just wanted to pull the window to look out to see the situation, but was blown back by a cold wind with raindrops.

He reluctantly retreated to the middle of the wing, glanced back at the empty room, inexplicably felt some palpitations, hesitated, threw the rucksack on the ground, hung the flamethrower on the rucksack hook, and took out the spare camping lamp.

The soft light illuminated the entire wing room, and also made Fang Ruochu's mood much calmer.

There were a few weeds growing in the corner of the house by the window, and Fang Ruochu, who had nothing to do, picked one up and wrapped the slender leaves around his fingers to relieve his boredom.