Chapter 1325 He Can't Wake Up

"Grandmaster, why hasn't my master woken up yet?"

Qi Yun paced back and forth on the ground, his brows furrowed into two caterpillars.

"If she doesn't wake up soon, it'll be the seventh day after her death. Do you think I should..."

"Smack!"

Zhang Chengxuan swept his whisk across the back of his head, his face grim. "Don't talk nonsense."

Qi Yun shrank back and stood obediently at a distance.

Not far away, at a tea table, the Moon-Accompanying Immortal and the Dream Lord sat on an octagonal chair, seemingly lost in thought.

However, after seven days of rest, Mengzhongjun recovered, though he was still very weak and was leaning on a banyan wood cane.

"She'll wake up soon, don't worry about her." Zhang Chengxuan got up and walked outside. "I'm going to gather some firewood to add some heat to her room. We've run out of the charcoal we bought down the mountain."

"Then I'll go with you." Qi Yun quickly followed, otherwise he would be too anxious.

It was he who implicated his master. Today is the final deadline. What will he do if she doesn't wake up?

Although becoming her apprentice was somewhat absurd and completely unexpected, after half a year, he had come to wholeheartedly acknowledge his master.

This is a Taoist temple deep in the mountains, rarely visited by people or pilgrims. The dilapidated doors and windows were repaired by Zhang Chengxuan himself, and the roof tiles were also re-mixed and fixed by everyone working together, which at least can keep out the wind and rain.

Han Mo, together with King Zhou and the fox demons, managed to settle this grudge.

But the person who had faked his death had not woken up for a long time, and everyone was starting to have some doubts.

Only the Moon-Accompanying Immortal and the Dream Lord remained in the room.

Looking at the copper coin in his hand, the Moon-Accompanying Immortal turned to the Dream Lord, "Can you still see her dreams? When will she wake up?"

"It's hard to say. It's like she's gone back to her childhood. She only remembers things from when she was little, playing in the mud next to her parents, and doesn't want to wake up." Mengzhongjun sighed helplessly. "Her older sister is taking her around to play and pick up delicious food and fun toys. She's overjoyed."

Meng Zhongjun tucked her hands into her sleeves to warm them, leaned back, and stamped her numb feet. "In addition, she saw her granddaughter whom she had raised herself in her previous life. She was also the eldest daughter of her three children. She saw that the girl was very aggrieved and insisted on helping her, wanting to watch her grow up, get married, and have children."

The Moon-Accompanying Immortal pursed his lips and shook his head slightly, saying, "It seems that her biggest obstacle on her cultivation path is her family."

Mengzhongjun yawned and tucked his ears into his collar; it was even colder up in the mountains in the dead of winter.

If I had known, he would have left something behind.

Now, he's survived, but he's about to freeze to death.

"Originally, her Daoist heart was quite firm, and she had already begun to let go of worldly desires. But then she encountered the persistent and entangled Lord Xie. Let him be persistent, but then she suddenly lost her memory. A piece of her heart was suddenly empty, and she always needed something to fill it. Now that she has seen her granddaughter, she wants to make her life more complete."

The Moon-Accompanying Immortal tapped the table. "Then what good idea do you have in mind? After midnight tonight, she really won't survive."

He suddenly stood up halfway through his sentence.

“You don’t need to tell me, I’ve already thought of it.” He immediately strode across the threshold. “I will bring her granddaughter to her and wake her up in person.”

Mengzhongjun nodded in approval.

Wuyou mumbled dejectedly, "Hindsight is 20/20."

Mengzhongjun shrugged. "She could have woken up earlier, but after seeing Lord Xie in her dream, she suddenly couldn't distinguish between dream and reality. She's been stuck in it, as if she's trying to make up for something. I've tried my best."

He stood up and stomped his feet hard. "Ouch, it's so cold. I'm going to get under the covers."

Half an hour later, the Moon-Accompanying Immortal, like a gust of wind, hurriedly returned to the dilapidated old Taoist temple with a six-year-old girl.