Guo Xiaohai looked at everything around curiously. As the gurgling stream became louder and louder, Guo Xiaohai followed the third uncle's eyes and suddenly appeared in the huge rock in front of him. It was as if it had become a screen. Slowly, as the moonlight grew stronger, the picture on the screen gradually became clearer.

Water Screen Movie? Guo Xiaohai couldn't help but wonder, no, it shouldn't be, this is like the huge rock in the valley where someone was practicing swords when the moon was full in the valley.

Everyone thought it was a fiction in martial arts, but they didn't expect that there was such an existence in reality.

Guo Xiaohai stared at the images on the rocks incredibly. What was shown above was a small mountain village in a valley, a hut village, with green grass and hillsides outside, flowers and trees around the village, and the fields were neatly arranged. In the village, there were flowers and colorful fallen flowers, as if they were all unknown flowers and plants. The villagers were scattered everywhere, some were drinking by the bamboo forest, some were playing by the stream, children were chasing and playing with local dogs in groups of three or three, and some climbed to the apricot and peach trees full of flowers.

"This...is this outside the world?" Guo Xiaohai murmured.

"The Luoshen clan, descendant of Shennong, this is the last ancient village..." The third uncle next to him whispered.

The sound of running water began to slowly become lighter again, but the water surface under the feet had already swelled without its calves. The picture on the big stone gradually faded.

But at this moment, Guo Xiaohai suddenly opened his eyes wide. In the blurry picture, Guo Xiaohai saw a Taoist figure, among the few drinking beside the bamboo forest, as if two men were holding each other left and right. Hang Huangde stood up and walked towards a thatched hut next to him. Although he was wearing a long Taoist robe-like long robe, with a bun and a long beard, the figure and walking pace were so familiar.

The Taoist walked to the thatched cottage and turned around. With a thin face and a familiar faint smile, Guo Xiaohai couldn't help but shout: "Master?!"

Yes, this vague figure is his master Lu Zhongjing. Something even more magical happened. Just as the scene was about to disappear, Lu Zhongjing suddenly shook his body, raised the wine glass in his hand to Guo Xiaohai, and waved his hand, as if he was shouting something to him.

How could the master be in this mysterious? In such a blurry picture, is he... still the master?

The third uncle and Li Qingshan didn't say anything, so Guo Xiaohai had to follow the two of them and walked back to the yard. He did not stop and went straight to the village.

It was already dark, and the third uncle led the way. The local dogs in the village were startled from time to time. They rumbling and screamed. When they saw that it was the third uncle, they lazily fell down.

Soon, I arrived at the large warehouse in the middle of the village. It was said to be a large warehouse, but it was actually a large house with five large thatched roofs in the middle of the village. It was spacious and bright. In addition to holding villagers' meetings, the villagers usually had weddings and funerals, and they also held celebrations here. Moreover, during the harvest season, the village's farm tools and haystacks were mostly stored in it.

But at this time, the warehouse that was originally painted dark at night was on, but the lights were on.

Before we arrived in the distance, the two figures had already come over, but Niu Manshan took Niu Xianhe and the others, "San Uncle, I'm back..."

Uncle San responded and strode in. Niu Manshan and Erniu did not follow, but continued to stay where they were. Guo Xiaohai then realized that there was a figure guarding every few steps around the warehouse, and the few people who were discussing the matter in the weaving factory warehouse were all inside.

A solemn and solemn feeling gradually surged into Guo Xiaohai's heart.

After entering the west wing room and reaching the small conference room in the inner room, the third uncle touched somewhere in the corner, but the original wall turned a small door.

There was another small house inside, with several gray old men sitting around, smoking cigarettes, silent. Guo Xiaohai glanced at them and saw that they were all respected old men in the village.

Several people looked over together. Uncle San put the crutches in his hand and took Guo Xiaohai and Li Qingshan, but passed everyone and arrived in front of the start-up hall.

This is a table of worship tables. In the middle, there is a quaint image of a person, half sitting there, holding a mountain grass in his hand, as if he is savoring it. On both sides of the portrait are two round beads, shining with faint light. I don’t know if it is the legendary night pearl. Below there are various offerings, not fruits and pastries, but a row of unknown plants.

The third uncle lifted up his long gown and knelt down to the figure on the painting with great devotion. Li Qingshan followed him and also bowed down.

"Guo Township Chief Guo, this is his ancestor. Shennong, who tastes hundreds of herbs, should be able to bear your worship."

Guo Xiaohai already knew that this should be the legendary Shennong family. In ancient legend, Shennong tasted hundreds of herbs, understood the way of medicine, cured diseases and saved people, and became the ancestor who benefited mankind. Of course, he should kneel down, not to mention that he was a small village doctor, and he should worship him devoutly. Guo Xiaohai quickly stepped forward and knelt behind his third uncle.

"The ancestors are here. Our Luoshen clan is in the hidden Yaowang Mountain. It has been more than a thousand years. It has been experiencing catastrophes and has never forgotten the inheritance of the ancestors. It is difficult to see the catastrophe. The catastrophe is approaching. I have no choice but to see it in the Xiaohai of the Guo family. This king is an official and has a chivalrous spirit. He has a sense of stars in the sky. He has a great connection with our clan. Therefore, he entrusts the safety of the Luoshen clan to his son and Fu Qiyun..."

The third uncle said this, Guo Xiaohai became more and more shocked. I won’t say it before, but in the last words, Guo Xiaohai could clearly understand that the third uncle wanted to entrust the safety of the Luoshen clan who lived in seclusion in Yaowang Mountain to himself, and praised himself a few more words, what is an official? He has the wind of chivalrousness, and he is the stars in the sky who descended to the earth, and he has a lot of connection with them...

How can this be done? I haven't figured out yet!

But at this time, the old men next to them had already come over, tremblingly, and they all fell to the ground and kowtowed together.

"San Uncle, I...I..." This is the rhythm of killing first and then playing. Guo Xiaohai was at a loss for a moment.

After the bowing, everyone got up and returned to their respective seats. However, Guo Xiaohai was given to the guest of honor by his third uncle and sat next to him.

The third uncle made a move, stopped Guo Xiaohai's question, and said to everyone: "Everyone knows that the village head Guo is a closed disciple of the genius doctor Lu Zhongjing. With the opportunity, he came to Houshan Village to help us open a factory and get rich. It is our lucky star and has many connections with our Luoshen clan. Now, the catastrophe is coming, and it is a blessing for our ancestors to send the stars to rescue us..."
Chapter completed!