He forgot.

This is a dream.

The old Taoist in front of him is fake. The master who picked him up and raised him has long been...

"Oh!"

The old Taoist groaned and squatted down while holding on to the wall, hugging the leg that had just been broken, sweating from the pain on his forehead.

Mei Yun bent down.

She carefully helped him put on the worn shoe, briefly treated the old man's wounds, and found a wooden stick and handed it to him to use as a crutch. He was extremely caring and said nothing.

"how?"

The old Taoist glanced at him and said, "Have you changed your temper? Became mute?"

"Master."

Mei Yun felt a little disappointed and whispered, "Next time I dream of you, I don't know when it will be. It's so easy to meet you once. I shouldn't be angry with you..."

"Oh."

The old Taoist sneered and didn't appreciate it, "How many times have you been angry with me? Who told you to use your ability without restraint? Are you not afraid of being discovered? Are you not afraid of having yourself cursed to death?"

"Is that... um?"

Mei Yun instantly realized something was wrong.

"Master."

He asked suspiciously, "How do you know these things? Isn't this a dream? Aren't you lying?"

"Dream?"

The old Taoist said quietly, "Who told you that this was a dream?"

"no?"

Mei Yun's complexion changed drastically

.

I touched my face subconsciously, but the shoe prints were still there, and it hurt. I looked at the old man in front of me again, and I couldn't be more serious.

Suddenly.

He put down Lao Dao's broken leg and walked away.

"What are you going to do?"

The old man was confused.

Mei Yun didn't answer, and walked straight through a dense jungle to the back of the Taoist temple, where a lonely grave came into view.

The grass on the grave is not high.

It's about a foot long, it's just green and it grows very strong.

Beside the grave.

The wooden tablet carved by his own hands is also there.

Okay, okay!

The grave is still there!

Seeing this, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Come back again.

The old man's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot.

"A pure liar!"

Mei Yun was even more dissatisfied than him, "I thought Master, you were a fraud..."

Old way "???"

"Do you really want me to die?"

"Master."

Mei Yun sighed, "If it's possible, I hope you survive more than anyone else."

The old man's face looked better now.

"Bring it!"

"What?"

"..."

The old Taoist did not explain, but searched Mei Yun's body for a while, and finally found a withered yellow leaf from his lapel.

"Eh?"

"This is……"

Mei Yun suddenly remembered.

After his last dream, when he woke up, he had this leaf on his body. It had been so long that he had completely forgotten about it.

"This time is too big!"

The old Taoist ignored him and said angrily, "I can't solve it, Old Taoist, let that little slick guy get his own luck!"

"And that little girl!"

"You're a ghost, you've made mistakes sooner or later around her. You can't hide this thing, so why don't I take it back!"

Just talking.

He seemed to have heard something, his face darkened, and he said angrily, "Eat, eat, eat!"
Chapter completed!