Dizzy.

Eyelid sting.

Chen Fusheng opened his eyes with difficulty from the discomfort of feeling of headache and vomiting.

The eyes were half gray and half black, and the vision was blurred.

“Where is this?”

"Didn't I fall asleep in the school dormitory? Why is it so uncomfortable? It feels like a strong hangover..."

Chen Fusheng struggled to sit up, and every move was very difficult.

It seems that this body does not belong to you, and it is particularly sluggish.

Um?

I felt that my palm was supporting the ground, and what I touched was mud and sand.

It's not the soft sheets of the dormitory bed.

Chen Fusheng was shocked.

The mottled, messy, and fragmented scenes in sight began to unfold.

At the same time, the tide of memories rolled in my mind like a silver bottle breaking out, gradually appearing.

"Dongtang territory?"

"Wuzhou?"

"Baoqi Town?"

Me, am I traveling through time?... Chen Fusheng was immediately stunned.

Chen Fusheng, who had received a lot of memories and had completely confirmed that he was not a fantasy, but had truly traveled to another world, couldn't help but rub his eyes speechlessly.

When I opened my eyes again, my eyes were still half gray and half black, and my vision was blurred.

He's really blind...

The original owner, Chen Fusheng, was an abandoned baby in the mountains and fields. He was rescued by an old Taoist priest from You Fang. He was raised. He practiced martial arts, swordsmanship and divination since childhood. He was eighteen years old this year.

Just because my eyes were injured when I was young, my eyesight was very poor.

Fortunately, it is not completely blind, half blind and half clear, so you can make a living.

Chen Fusheng slowly looked at himself, wearing a plain and white-washed sermon robe, gray socks and thick-soled cloth shoes, and ordinary Taoist sermon clothing.

There was an old backpack made of animal skin at my feet.

An iron sword inserted in a simple sheath.

Next to the iron sword, deep in the soil was a fortune-telling flag.

The hexagram flags are quite well-made and should be the only thing that can be taken advantage of.

The red copper banner pole is inlaid with silver silk in the middle, and a thin leather banner with energetic patterns is erected upwards.

The left side of the banner says: "Discover good or bad luck";

The right side of the banner reads: "See God and ask for the Immortals";

His handwriting is flying and phoenix, with extraordinary momentum, and awe-inspiring and majestic.

This is written by Chen Fusheng's master, the old Taoist priest, and it is also the most outstanding one.

Apart from that, there is nothing else around you.

desolate.

Shrimp.

Chen Fusheng took a breath of air conditioning and found it difficult to calm down.

This is not what I want to travel through time...my studies, my points, my phone, my games, and my girlfriends...

I remember that in the dormitory, I was reading a small book with different ideas, and then fell asleep in a daze. When I woke up, I traveled here...

So is my time travel related to that small book on the arts and ambitions?

Chen Fusheng sat cross-legged, frowned and thought, imagining whether he could wear it back.

What he is in is a ruined and declining land temple.

The temple is full of wild grass and mud and dirty. There are pits everywhere, the walls are murky, and the ruins are broken windows. I don’t know how many years no one has been here, and it is desolate and quiet.

It was late autumn, and the night was low, and it was dark inside and outside the temple.

There was only a pile of dry firewood, which was clattering around Chen Fusheng.

The fire was leaping, and the surroundings were light and dark, and the shadows were scattered.

Occasionally, the wind whimpered in from the broken window, whipping the dust on the ground, and spilling. In the rotating dust, countless strange patterns were pieced together.

Puff~~

Several sparks exploded from the fire, interrupting Chen Fusheng's thoughts.

At this moment.

The flags of the hexagram banners are rippling like water waves.

A squeaking noise came from the red copper flag pole.

"Fusheng, hungry..."

A low, dumb and intermittent voice that seemed aging came into Chen Fusheng's ears.

Chen Fusheng was suddenly shocked.

But he took another breath in an instant and returned to calm.

"Master!" Chen Fusheng calmed down and bowed to the banner.

"There are still some blood in the backpack...you feed it to the teacher..."

The aging sound like a ghostly aging sound floated again, lingering in Chen Fusheng's ears.

"Okay, Master, wait a moment."

Chen Fusheng turned around and pulled the backpack, preparing to turn out the sealed pot inside the backpack.

The old Taoist Jiang Botong had died more than a month ago. However, he used the lost Taoist secret curse to imprison a wisp of his soul in the hexagram banner and talisman.

At this time, you can retain consciousness if you look like a ghost but not a ghost, and you look like a soul but not a soul.

However, such actions are very dangerous.

If there is a slight mistake, you will end up in a miserable end that will never be reborn and become a lonely soul.

It was just because the old Taoist priest was originally from Baoqi Town and wanted to return to his roots.

Taking this risk is also trusting Chen Fusheng's ability, which can bring him back to his hometown.

The long journey back home is long. If you want to ensure that your soul will not dissipate along the way, you can only use fresh blood of beasts to nourish the essence and blood to continue.

Chen Fusheng sighed at his master's persistence and rummaged through the hands of the backpack, but he paused suddenly.

Huh? Where is the sealed pot?

When I went to the Land Temple to rest, I also paid attention to it. It was indeed placed in the backpack and it was impossible to miss it.

Chen Fusheng's half-blind eyes suddenly shrank!

You can vaguely see that beside the backpack, on the ground dust, a row of claw-shaped footprints winding out and going outside the temple.

Could it be that I was sleeping in a deep state just now, and an inexplicable beast came in? I stole the sealed pot in the backpack?

"What happened in Fusheng...?" Jiang Botong asked in confusion.

The old Taoist priest's soul was confined to the hexagram banners and talismans, so he didn't know what happened outside. Moreover, except for Chen Fusheng, others did not know that there was any movement on the hexagram banners.

"Master, it seems that a wild beast sneaked in and stole the pottery jar."

Chen Fusheng whispered, then lifted the iron sword at his feet and stood up.

"Well, just go and have a look... Be careful..." Jiang Botong finished speaking in a low voice, falling into silence.

"I understand, Master."

Chen Fusheng raised his sword and bowed, turned his head to identify the direction outside the temple, and walked away.

The so-called "high-skilled people" are brave, and only rural animals are fearless!

When Chen Fusheng was five years old, he practiced martial arts and swordsmanship under the guidance of Jiang Botong. He also practiced Taoism and divination, and had achieved some success in his thirteen years of experience.

When I came outside the temple, the evening breeze blew on my face.

It was rustling, withered leaves floating, and the fields were cold and desolate.

A crescent moon hangs high above the sky. Although it is covered by night, the moonlight is not dark, and the surrounding scenery is still visible.

Chen Fusheng turned his head, but saw a broken pot under the broken eaves outside the temple.
To be continued...