Fang Linkong walked off the long-distance bus with his schoolbag on his shoulder, looking at the incredibly primitive mountains and forests in front of him, and was a little more excited about his choice. Isn't this kind of rare deep mountain where the ruins of the ancient immortals are found in the legend?

What's more, Fang Linkong still has detailed information. Not only does his future self have a detailed map in his mind, but he also has a detailed catalog of what he can get.

Fang Linkong is a standard urban teenager. Although I was fortunate enough to learn some of the demon hunters' internal reference spells, they didn't integrate spells into their daily lives like demon hunters. Except for a canvas schoolbag, Fang Linkong didn't bring anything. Fang Linkong, who was originally particularly interested in traveling, once planned to walk the Great Wall alone from Shanhaiguan to Xi'an, Shaanxi. There is also a visit to the Potala Palace in Tibetan Province in the past, and by the way, take a look at the grand blueprint of the Brahmaputra River. All of this was done because of the strong opposition of the parents.

His target is a place called Fengshan Village. Although the location of this small village is a bit remote, the economy is not bad, it is said that there is electricity, telephone, and a small road that is not very smooth to the outside of the mountain, but there is no car.

The long-distance bus only goes to this small county town, and the road from this small county town to Fengshan Village depends on Fang Linkong's two legs. This is what Fang Linkong regrets a lot. If it weren't for getting off the bus, Fang Linkong would have been able to see the lush green mountains not far away, the forests were secluded, it was indeed a pair, the mountains were no longer high, and there was a posture of immortal names, and he would have returned the same way a long time ago.

I don't know what to say, anyway, as long as it is a slightly famous tourist attraction in China, it will inevitably be built vulgar. The same star-rated hotels and man-made gardens have destroyed the original natural scenery. It is said that in many places, the original thousand-year-old trees have been replaced by plastic plants, and the real Great Wall has been rebuilt into a tourist "scenic spot", which is really a big appetite for people to think about.

Fang Linkong thought as he walked: "If you write a Fang Linkong travel journal after your own travel." With his age, he can catch up with the tail of the title of young writer. If you publish a novel before graduating from high school, it may sell very well. ”

Although the mountain road is not too rough, there is no wrong saying about running down a horse near the mountain. Fang Linkong walked for nearly two hours, but he was still quite far from his destination. In such a deserted place, he could see a lot of animals and plants that he didn't usually have, which made Fang Linkong feel worthwhile. Wherever it is called a famous place, there are simply so many human beings that it explodes. There will never be such a clean mountain forest.

Compared with the era of all yellow military schoolbags a few decades ago, Fang Linkong's rucksack is much more fashionable. Although it was also used as a school bag, the contents of the house have been completely changed to field products.

It was getting late, and after weighing it a few times, Fang Linkong still took out a small flashlight to illuminate. Although the size of the No. 7 battery is small, the energy of the high-quality battery is still very strong, and the small flashlight, which is not much thicker than a fountain pen, is quite bright.

Tightening the shoulder straps of the rucksack, calculating that he had walked more than two-thirds of the way, Fang Linkong still had a certain idea that he would not stay overnight in the wilderness.

Maybe it's because the environment here is too well maintained, and the trees are too dense. When Fang Linkong turned an intersection, he was pleasantly surprised to find that there were bright lights not far away, and looking at the brightness, at least more than two hundred watts of lighting fixtures. He involuntarily quickened his pace.

Ever since he had fought with the two killers of the True Flame God Sect, Fang Linkong felt the need to increase his strength. Memories from the future, and something wonderful is hidden, which is the fundamental reason why he is here.

Fang Linkong walked for less than ten minutes before he saw a building that was rarely seen in the city - the Taoist Temple.

The road looks very new, and the exterior walls are probably recently painted with a striking feel. Except for the older historical sites in the city, there is no one to build such things at all.

In a city where every inch of land is at a premium, land in the urban area is very expensive. Only commercial buildings are eligible to be in the city center.

Although Fang Linkong was not averse to building this kind of thing, he didn't necessarily have any interest. But now Fang Linkong is very grateful to the people who funded the revision of this temple. As long as it is not a haunted house, no matter what kind of building it is, it is what Fang Linkong originally intended to accept.

The door of the Taoist temple was not closed, it was wide open, and the lights inside were bright, so that Fang Linkong saved the procedure of calling the door. Fang Linkong shouted a few times, but he didn't hear anyone answer. He walked in with a grand stride.

This Taoist temple is indeed very new, even if Fang Linkong's cultural level can be judged to be not a cultural relic. Apart from a lobby, there are no other wings, and there is no sign of inhabitation. There was nothing in the way of the eyes, except for an offering table and statues of gods who could not tell the difference. However, Fang Linkong found that the sanitation situation in this temple was good, there was no garbage and debris, and it seemed that someone often cleaned it.

"Hell, why this memory is so confusing, it's not clear at all. ”

complained about the future self, the beginning and the end are not clean enough. Fang Linkong struggled a little between continuing to hurry and staying alone, and happily chose the latter. Taking out his mobile phone, Fang Linkong checked the time, and it was already past ten o'clock. In the mountains, there is no half signal on the mobile phone, except for being a clock, all other functions cannot be used.

In the empty Taoist temple where there was nothing, Fang Linkong could only choose to sit on the ground. After rummaging in his backpack for a long time, Fang Linkong was frustrated to find that he didn't bring any drinks, only a pack of biscuits, and now he could only chew a few bites dryly and finish dinner.

Through the gate, Fang Linkong could see that the starry sky outside was very clear. The unpolluted air does not play any role in hindering it, and the stars in the sky are as bright as fireworks in the first month. The night is lively.

Far from the age of emotion in the realm of life, Fang Linkong only looked at such a wonderful sky for less than three minutes. The fatigue of a day's journey quickly hit him, Fang Lin was holding half of the unfinished biscuit in his empty hand, and he was already leaning against the wall with his back and falling into a deep sleep.

Just after Fang Linkong lost his consciousness, the originally bright and dazzling lights slowly dimmed in a mysterious way. Without spinning, a gust of fog that should never have appeared in this season enveloped the locality. After a gentle breeze, the place where the temple was located became empty. The moon was shining brightly, and the stars were shining, leaving only an extremely flat open space. There is nothing left.

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