He said it for a long time and received no response.
Yang Xiaobao was stunned for a moment, not knowing what happened, and asked, "Mountain God, are you still here?"
No answer.
"Grandpa Mountain God, are you still here?" Yang Xiaobao shouted again.
Still no response.
Yang Xiaobao uh, knowing that the other party was unwilling to pay attention to him.
The temper is really weird.
Yang Xiaobao shook his head, stuffed the bronze mirror into his pocket, lay on the cushion and kowtowed a few times, stood up and left the mountain temple, and walked down the mountain.
When he arrived at the hillside, he heard a rustling sound of water.
Yang Xiaobao was stunned for a moment and knew that he had arrived at the waterfall.
He thought of the flower in the pond water.
I don't know how that flower is now.
In the future, if you have a bronze mirror, you no longer have to come here to absorb the energy it emits.
Yang Xiaobao suddenly had an impulse: he thought of going under the pond water to take a look and absorbing the energy emitted by the flower again.
Thinking of this, Yang Xiaobao walked towards the waterfall.
Because it was noon, there would be no one here at all.
Yang Xiaobao came to the edge of the pond water, leaped his body and jumped directly into the Tan water.
Because he has been here many times, he is very familiar with the journey.
After sinking into the bottom of the pond, he found the location of the flower.
But when he saw the flower, he was stunned.
It should be said that what he saw was a withered flower.
This was beyond Yang Xiaobao's imagination.
He never expected that the flower would wither.
Why wither?
Is it because I got the bronze mirror given by the mountain god that withered?
Or is it because of the withering of this flower that the mountain god gave himself this bronze mirror?
Yang Xiaobao felt very disappointed when he looked at the withered flower.
He reached out and stroked the flower, trying to see if he could input energy and resurrect it.
Unexpectedly, he just met this flower, which turned into pieces and disappeared into the water.
Yang Xiaobao sighed secretly, knowing that he was powerless to turn things around, so he kicked his feet and put them out of the water.
Back on the shore, he wrung his clothes and left the pool.
All of this is like a dream.
But the heavy bronze mirror in his pocket told Yang Xiaobao that this was definitely not a dream, but a real one.
"Why did the mountain god give himself this bronze mirror? What does what he mean in the future?"
Yang Xiaobao returned home with many doubts.
That night, there was a moon.
After Yang Xiaobao waited for Su Guihua and Liu Mei to sleep, he took out the bronze mirror and walked into the yard.
He pointed his radiant side upward at the moon like a jade plate.
Something strange happened!
Yang Xiaobao saw that the moonlight was like water flowing from the sky, constantly "flowing" into the bronze mirror.
And this bronze mirror, the dim mirror, suddenly became as bright as a lamp.
However, this situation did not last long.
In just one or two minutes, the light column from the moon to the bronze mirror suddenly disappeared.
The bronze mirror is still so bright that it illuminates the entire yard like daytime.
Yang Xiaobao was very surprised and put his hand on the bronze mirror.
He felt the energy flowing rapidly from the bronze mirror into his body.
Not long after, his body was filled with energy.
And the bronze mirror became what it was again.
This is so amazing!
Yang Xiaobao almost jumped up excitedly.
From now on, as long as the moon rises at night, he will be able to absorb energy.
This is much better than jumping into the pool water to absorb the energy of the flower.
And he could feel that the energy that poured into his body from this bronze mirror was much deeper than the energy of the flowers in the water.
Yang Xiaobao returned to the bedroom, put the bronze mirror in his close-fitting pocket, and was excited and didn't fall asleep for a long time.
The next day, Yang Xiaobao and Su Guihua talked about it and drove to Chuncheng.
Su Guihua has become accustomed to Yang Xiaobao's frequent visits to major cities, and she has not said anything.
When we arrived at Chuncheng, as soon as we entered the door of Lanxuan Restaurant, we saw Mr. Yin and Yin Rui sitting in the hall.
When they saw Yang Xiaobao coming in, they immediately stood up and met him.
"I was just nagging when you will arrive, but I didn't expect it to arrive." Old Master Yin said with a smile.
Yang Xiaobao knew that they were waiting for him and hurriedly thanked him.
The three people walked into Yin Rui's office, and Yin Rui personally made tea for Yang Xiaobao.
"Xiaobao, this time I asked you to come to Chuncheng, mainly because I want to thank you." Yin Rui brought the tea to Yang Xiaobao and said, "If it weren't for you, our Lanxuan Restaurant would really be closed."
"Mr. Yin, I said yesterday that we are a win-win situation, you don't have to be polite."
"Actually, there is one more thing that needs your help."
"Oh? What's the matter?" Yang Xiaobao asked curiously.
Yin Rui turned her head and looked at Yin Wannian, as if she wanted Yin Wannian to say it.
Yin Wannian coughed and said, "Xiaobao, last time I went to Shitou Village, I saw you treating Mr. Xue."
"Oh, that thing..."
Yang Xiaobao still doesn’t quite understand what Mr. Yin means.
"They all said that you are a famous miracle doctor in Shitou Town, and an old friend of mine was sick, so I would like to ask you to help him see."
"Oh, it turns out that's the matter." Yang Xiaobao nodded and understood what Yin Wannian meant.
He did not agree directly, but pondered for a moment.
Before Yang Xiaobao could say anything, Yin Wannian said again: "Xiaobao, don't worry. As long as you make him better, you will definitely get medical expenses. My old friend still has some money at home."
Yin Wannian is very rich, and he must have made many friends.
Yang Xiaobao waved his hand and said, "Old Yin, that's not what I mean."
He continued: "I am just an ordinary village doctor, and I can't treat any disease."
Yin Wannian laughed and said, "Xiaobao, you are too modest. I, Yin Wannian, have lived all my life. Who has never seen me? When I saw you at first, I thought you were not simple."
Hearing Yin Wannian's words, Yang Xiaobao smiled embarrassedly.
"Xiaobao, just promise my grandfather, otherwise my grandfather will be sad again if he loses a chess friend." Yin Rui said from the side.
Yang Xiaobao nodded at the end: "Okay, then I'll go and have a look. If it can't be cured, there's nothing we can do."
Seeing Yang Xiaobao agreeing, Yin Wannian was very happy.
"Xiaobao, it's already great if you promised to go and see it. If it really can't be cured, it's not your problem."
"Then wait for lunch before going," Yin Rui said, "I asked the chef to prepare the meal. These dishes were brought from you."
Before noon, Yang Xiaobao discovered that the Lanxuan restaurant was full and there were still many people queuing outside.
"Mr. Yin, last time he said he wanted to acquire other restaurants, how was it going?" Yang Xiaobao asked curiously.