Like fog, like haze, like rays of light, like the essence of divine flowers, like spore dust filled with immortal energy being blown up by the wind, creating endless splendor.

It seems like a flower blooming in desperate situation.

At the same time, it feels like the world is rotting.

Everyone was stunned and frozen in place.

I don't know how long it took for them to look at each other, and with the same nervousness and excitement as Columbus when he set foot on the New World, they set foot on this isolated land full of endless mystery.

The surface of the giant fungus tree seems to be as tough as leather, with a split bark like a tree. It makes a banging sound and is difficult to penetrate with a knife.

Like joints, pieces are spliced ​​together, and like trees constantly branching, the "thorns" formed into a ball make people be careful and dare not move lightly.

It looks like a white stone rolled randomly on the ground, but in fact it is a hollow unknown bacterial species wrapped in a thin paper-like skin. It squirms and breathes with the airflow, and constantly spits out spores into the sky.<

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Or it's as white as jade, like the Ganoderma lucidum peeled out of the spiritual stones of heaven and earth, tall and tall as a canopy... There are many more, countless wonderful and delicate things that can't be seen.

A few people were immersed in this special blessed land and cave, and unknowingly arrived at the deepest part of the Taoist palace.

I stretched out my hand and pushed aside a pile of unknown bacteria that were more than two meters high and looked like stars in the sky, exuding a faint fluorescence, and my eyes suddenly opened up.

Along the way, all kinds of strange and special fungi seem to have been spared here without erosion.

The empty space is only covered with germ carpet.

A lifelike ancient Taoist who seems to have been aloof and overlooking the Spring and Autumn Period for thousands of years.

Covered in red feathers, holding seals in his hands, he sat cross-legged on the steps that looked like a futon but was integrated with the fungus carpet and could no longer be separated or distinguished, with a vague smile or malice.

With everyone.

It seems that I have been waiting for a long time.

When everyone saw this, they woke up from their intoxication, screamed, or collapsed on the ground, or were in a hurry, or put their hands on their foreheads, or walked towards the Taoist.

Then at this moment, as a gust of wind blew away, the entire body and clothes turned into smoke and dust, dissipating between the sky and the earth.

Not long after, after everyone left, the entire blessed land and cave sky also withered.

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The concubine said: "That's all? What does this mean? What can it prove?"

Zhang Lingjun said: "This can prove that the Taoist is real and has some supernatural powers. He is not like ordinary people. Combined with that story, he may have the relevant technology to solve my problem."

The concubine shook her head: "It's true that it exists, but it doesn't mean it's magical.

"There are many such stories in historical legends, whether it is the works of fantasy novelists' colleagues in the past that have become 'real' with the blessing of time, or the supernatural worldview fabricated by religious imagination, or the powerful figures such as Da Chu Xing and Chen Sheng Wang.

The necessary destiny is full of supernatural beings everywhere.

"The only thing you told about this story is that there was one more person who saw it with one's own eyes.

"But seeing with your own eyes may not necessarily be true, and seeing with your own eyes may not necessarily be true.

"When we saw the corpse in the story, we were in a closed space. At the same time, due to the special environment and temperature, this closed space has formed a unique ecology composed of fungi without the interference of foreign species for thousands of years.

"Fungi and mushrooms are very common natural hallucinogenic substances. Maybe what they saw was just a delusional picture in their imagination.

Zhang Lingjun said: "Not all mushrooms are hallucinogenic. Besides, they not only saw it with their own eyes, but also recorded it..."

As he spoke, he walked towards the corner of the clinic, where there was an iron plate covering the ground. After lifting it, there was a stairway leading to an unknown place underground.

Zhang Lingjun and his concubine smiled, and then fell into it step by step.

The concubine stepped forward and was about to follow, but when she raised her feet and looked at the dark hole, she couldn't help but stop.

It’s not that she is afraid. The concubine has never known what fear is or what danger is. It’s not that she is brave, but she has never had such an emotion, or rarely has such a thing.

The whole person is deficient in this aspect, which means he is sick.

This is why Feixue Medical chose brain surgery, hoping to cure herself.

In the end, the physical symptoms were not eliminated, but she learned how to live like a normal person. Logically speaking, a woman, a normal person, and a doctor should do whatever they should do under normal circumstances.

At present, the door of this clinic has been closed with a sign indicating that it is temporarily closed to prevent others from coming, so he goes to the sealed and unknown basement of the person whose interests he is harming greatly.

Logically speaking, you shouldn’t go.

Normal people should be vigilant in this situation and would feel worried about it.

But logically speaking, she shouldn't have talked so much nonsense with Zhang Lingjun, and she shouldn't have gotten involved in things that had nothing to do with her as early as Ruan Xing, even when they first met...
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It had long been out of control, and the more serious tear now was just the result that was already determined after the first visit to the doctor.

Thinking...

It’s nothing to be ashamed of.

He shook his head and disappeared down the stairs into the darkness.

The passage leads to a room.

The concubine looked around at the internal structure of the small room. It was about thirty or forty square meters in size and was in a mess. There were only a few things including a bed and a cabinet, so the originally small place was squeezed into no space.

The original purpose of the room or this basement should be to store sundries or serve as a vegetable cellar.

At this moment, Zhang Lingjun regarded it as his bedroom.

After Zhang Lingjun entered the room, he walked directly to the only cabinet placed in the corner of the room.

Open it, revealing a lot of books, some new or old, and judging from the paper traces, they come from different time periods.

The concubine who followed behind her couldn't help but reveal a familiar look in her eyes.

The bookcase is divided into two parts by partitions. On top are medical books, as well as advanced nutrition textbooks published by the Indian Institute of Technology, and a complete encyclopedia of Indian traditional cuisine. They should be related materials prepared for the current business.

Needless to say, she had already read these, except for the two books about India.

Below are some materials of different sizes and ages, such as "Dingzhenlu", "Abnormal Document No. 24", "Dien Bien No. 43 Middle School Investigation Report"...

It should be relevant survey data on real traditional medicine.

She has also seen these before.

I've seen it in my own home.

Her father Tian Yue was obsessed with collecting these things for a while.

Of course, the collection is much larger than here.

Not only book materials, but also many items based on a certain logic that only exists in his mind that ordinary people don't understand, all kinds of weird things, some earthen jars that he didn't know where to find, and old newspapers wrapped in layers.

I don’t know what stuff was there, but there were also modern electrical appliances, a shabby TV set with a black and white screen, and a gramophone with a big speaker.

Sometimes I ask her to help organize it.

I didn't expect to see you here again.
Chapter completed!