The next day, Wang Yao was going to leave Nanshan hill after his breathing exercises.
"San Xian, I need to leave now; don't let anyone get close to the herbal field," said Wang Yao.
Before leaving, Wang Yao placed three big stones at the only entrance to the herbal field.
The wind passed, and Wang Yao turned around to have a look. He couldn't see the only narrow pathway to enter his herbal field. It was completely blocked.
There was no way to enter the herbal field now.
"It's a bit hot today; I should go to Yao's place to get some water!" murmured an elderly man who was herding sheep. He walked towards Wang Yao's cottage with an iron kettle in his hand.
As he got closer to Wang Yao's cottage, he suddenly felt that the tree in front of him, which was as tall as an adult and as thick as two fingers, started to shake. The tree seemed to be moving and even running, which made the elderly man very dizzy.
