"Don't you know?" Mr. Zhu asked strangely, and without waiting for Manager Lin to answer, he continued, "My Yutong went to Manghuang Mountain to search for treasure a few days ago, saying that she wanted to find something good, so she took advantage of the situation.
This time, the Ku Zen ceremony was exchanged for a good price. Who knew that it would take three months to go there. When someone was carried back, half of his life was gone. I have invited many people to see it, and they all said that he is a heart meridian.
If you are damaged, you will be completely helpless. If you can find strange flowers and plants that can prolong your life, you will be able to lie in bed half-dead for the rest of your life. If you are not lucky, you will not even be able to save your life.
You also know the family of our Zhu family. Where can I find some strange flowers and plants that can prolong life? I was preparing for his funeral. Your Zhentang sent a holy pill. Yutong was injured after taking it.
OK, I just asked the doctor to show him, saying that his heart meridians have been cured and he will lie on it for half a month at most, and the damaged meridians can recover as before, but now they cannot get out of bed without healing the trauma.
Yutong's life is saved by your Zhentang! My old man's family is poor and cannot provide a decent thank-you gift. He only hopes to be a cow and a horse in the next life to repay your Zhentang's life-saving grace!"
Speaking of this, Mr. Zhu burst into tears and knelt down again.
"Uncle Zhu doesn't have to do this, no need to do this." Manager Lin helped Uncle Zhu up and looked at his son again, but his eyes were much softer.
"Uncle Zhu, I have a few more guests here, why don't I take you back first?" said Manager Lin.
"Don't worry, don't worry. Since you have guests, I won't disturb you. I will thank you tomorrow. I'll walk this road for a lifetime, so I'll go back by myself." After hearing what Shopkeeper Lin said, Mr. Zhu was not easy to disturb.
Leaving the inn with a bamboo stick.
"Did you buy those Holy Spirit Stones for Zhu Yutong to buy the healing pill?" Manager Lin asked Lin Zhentang in a gentle tone.
"Yutong grew up with me, and I can't stand by death without saving me. Moreover, when I went to Manghuang Mountain five years ago, I was able to come back safely thanks to his full efforts to save me, and I can't be ungrateful." Lin Zhentang felt guilty in his heart.
He didn't dare to look into his father's eyes, but he said firmly.
"I should repay you with a drop of water from someone. I don't blame you. I will pay you back the money for you." Manager Lin patted his shoulder and said.
"Dad..." Lin Zhentang raised his head, his eyes were already wet.
Next to him, Gu Fenghua and Luo Enen's eyes were also a little wet. Although Manager Lin's cultivation was very low, almost the same as ordinary people, for Lin Zhentang, he was always the one who shielded him from the wind and rain.
No matter how much trouble he caused or how much trouble he caused, he always stood in front of him and took responsibility for him.
Looking at the not-tall figure of Manager Lin, she seemed to see the shadow of her grandfather again.
"Well, what are you going to get?" Unfortunately, the young man opposite and the goatee legs were not moved at all. He looked at the scene coldly and said sarcastically.
"Please give me some time. When I sell this inn, I will have money to pay you back." Manager Lin said.
"No, this is the ancestral property of our Lin family, and it cannot be sold." Lin Zhentang said anxiously.
This Xiang'an Inn was built by the ancestors of the Lin family. It has been thousands of years since then. During this period, the Lin family suffered several disasters, but they still gritted their teeth and held on. They passed the inn from generation to generation and sold it like this. How can they be worthy of the Lin family?