As I walked closer and closer towards the solemn wooden gates of Untoan, I began to feel as if I were spirited away – the scenery with numerous tall trees and the soft green moss that spreads out as a natural embellishment just perfectly fit my personal image of a mystic old temple at the foot of the mountain. Standing there taken aback, I found myself not being able to stop taking pictures of the pure beauty covering the place.








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