Fourteen years ago.
When Meng Yaoyin was dying, she gave advice to Ning Zhuo, who was only two years old.
"The Fairy City continues to be ruined, and the selection standards are lowered accordingly. Zhuoer, when you are fourteen years old, the selection standards of the Immortal City will be lowered to the Qi Refining Stage. This will be your biggest opportunity!"
"Zhuoer, you have to study the art of mechanism well. You have to personally design, assemble and control the mechanism creation yourself. These are all the assessment contents of the mechanism fairy city."
"You must never use the Ning family's exercises to reach the foundation building stage!"
"Don't let others know your investment in this area. Don't perform too well. Your parents are gone and no one can really rely on you. You should hide yourself well and don't perform too poorly. Just be average.
You have to grow up in an ordinary way, accumulate quietly, and don't attract attention."
"Mom has seen too much, how many days will it take for you to die young..."
"My mother's iron armor is left for you to protect yourself. It has the power to build a foundation."
"There is also this magic weapon - my Buddha's Heart Demonic Seal! This was obtained by luck from the lava fairy palace, and must not be exposed."
After finishing the instructions, at the last moment of her life, she fell into hesitation again: "Mom doesn't know whether it is right to teach you this way."
"Zhuozi, you have to take good care of yourself. If it doesn't work, just give up on Lava Fairy Palace."
"Life is the first priority. Mom hopes you live and live well!"
"My mother will be happy if you are alive."
Two-year-old Ning Zhuo clutched her mother's bloody clothes tightly: "Mom, mother, please stop talking. I don't want you to die, you don't want to die, wuwuwu..."
Mother Ning Zhuo finally said: "Good boy, don't be afraid, don't be afraid...Mother is here, mother, mother will protect you underground..."
The next moment, my mother's heart stopped beating and her hand slowly slipped from Ning Zhuo's head.
Ning Zhuo was stunned, and first whispered softly: "Mother, mother, mother, wake up, wake up!"
Immediately, his voice became louder, he threw himself into his mother's arms, and cried loudly.
I cried until I passed out.
Meng Yaoyin's soul let out a faint sigh and emerged from his body.
She stretched out her hand to touch Ning Zhuo, but her touch was in vain.
Meng Yaoyin's soul pinched her fingers, and she actually used the technique of controlling the puppet mechanism to control her body to stand up.
She took out the body substitute that she had prepared for a long time from the storage bracelet and placed it in its original place.
Before leaving, she squatted down and stared quietly at Ning Zhuo's sleepy cheek, showing a strong feeling of reluctance.
After a while, she suppressed the emotions in her heart, controlled her body, went down to the underground secret room, and left with the help of the teleportation array.
She first teleported to the underground secret base, where she transferred and then entered the Fire Persimmon Mountain.
She followed the tunnel with ease and arrived at the Lava Fairy Palace.
Under the guidance of the precious light of the Immortal Palace, she entered the palace again.
This was the first time she entered the palace after her death, and her emotions were quite complicated.
With her power, she successfully entered the Calabash Stove Forest.
Her soul emitted purple traces of light, and Meng Yaoyin sighed in her heart: "Even if she dies, this injury will still exist. Now I only hope that after refining her spirituality, this injury can be eliminated!"
The injuries involved caused her condition to decline rapidly, and she struggled to control the body and get into the golden furnace.
Cremation Prajna Interpretation Sutra!
The flames burned, and Meng Yaoyin endured the terrible pain of burning her soul and refining her soul. But she quietly entrenched herself in the furnace, enduring it silently with strong willpower, never saying a word.
"My dear, my dear, if you succeed this time, my mother will be able to grow up with you."
"If it doesn't work..."
She smiled sadly, but she was firm and not wavering at all.
"Whether she succeeds or not, she must be in a state of despair. She obviously has plenty of longevity and can go to the underworld and live for many more years. But for her son, she is willing to take risks and refine herself." Hidden in the dark, watching.
The dragon turtle fire spirit was shocked by this scene.
"Too cruel, this bitch is too cruel!"
The golden furnace shattered, the Buddhist doctor flew down, and the spirit refined by Meng Yaoyin penetrated into the body of the machine.
Dragon Turtle Fire Spirit exclaimed: "She really made it!"
"The pain was so severe that I didn't say a word. I think back then, I was wailing from the beginning to the end... no, I was roaring again and again."
"If a person is not ruthless, he cannot become a demon!"
Seeing the Buddhist doctor Meng Yaoyin leaving the Immortal Palace, Dragon Turtle Fire Spirit was satisfied: "This Meng Yaoyin is really my noble one!"
"Not only did he exploit a loophole in the camp, but he also took away my Buddha Heart Demon Seal and so on. Even after death, he can also take away the Buddhist doctor, which is really powerful."
"I really hope that such a character will appear again in the future."
"With a few more, my escape from here will be just around the corner!"
…
Buddhist doctor Meng Yaoyin returned the same way and saw Ning Zhuo again.
She stretched out her palm and gently touched Ning Zhuo's cheek.
Then, she began to regulate the mechanical parts in her body.
The Buddha's light was warm, like orange light, and like running water, flowing out of her body and instilling it into the divine sea of ​​Ning Zhuo's upper Dantian.
"Zhuoer, mother gives you a gift."
"This is the true scripture of the Mirror Platform Channeling Technique, one of the three sects of teachings!"
"Mother has hidden the entire chapter in your divine sea. If you practice this technique in the future, you will definitely have no bottlenecks."
After doing this, the Buddhist doctor Meng Yaoyin quietly disappeared.
…
Changing the shroud, going to the hall, reporting to the temple, issuing obituary notices, setting up mourning halls... encoffining, hanging sacrifices, wakes, funerals, burials...
The Buddhist doctor Meng Yaoyin had been watching in secret. Witnessing "her" funeral made her feel complicated. Seeing Ning Zhuo, who was shaped like a puppet and as silent as death, made her even more heartbroken.
She hesitated and never recognized him.
Because of Dao injury!
She needs to confirm that she has gotten rid of Taoist trauma. Otherwise, even if they recognize each other, it will only increase the sadness and separation.
…
Buddhist doctor Meng Yaoyin stopped breathing, and the purple light in his eyes flashed away.
"Taoshang..." Her heart was filled with regret.
Even if he becomes spiritual, he still cannot escape this life-threatening entanglement.
"So, how long can I survive this time?"
She smiled bitterly and couldn't help but feel glad that she didn't appear in front of Ning Zhuo again.
…
late at night.
"Mom, mother, where are you? Don't leave me..." Two-year-old Ning Zhuo curled up, hiding under the quilt, having nightmares.
Meng Yaoyin revealed her figure.
She suppressed her sadness, walked gently to the bed, half-knelt down, and carefully held Ning Zhuo's little hand.
She spoke softly:
The clouds are flying, the clouds are flying, flying over the Baihe River and Cuiwei. The stream is gurgling around the big trees, and the sun is shining all over the green grass.
The clouds are flying, and the wind is chasing them, flying over the rivers and stars. The sky is far more beautiful, the clouds are rolling and the wind is blowing.
The clouds are flying, my heart is tired, flying over the rainbow and the clouds. The glow in the sky is gradually fading, and the shadow of the moon quietly reflects the dark sky.
Clouds fly, dreams return, flying past thoughts and sorrows. In my dream, my mother takes you home, returning to your hometown to sleep peacefully.
In the familiar nursery rhymes, Ning Zhuo's brows gradually relaxed, he relaxed, and fell asleep peacefully.
This happens more and more often.
One night, before Meng Yaoyin could sing a nursery rhyme, Ning Zhuo was awakened by a nightmare and opened his eyes suddenly.
He saw a doll appearing beside his bed and screamed in fright.
"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, it's my mother, it's my mother." Buddhist doctor Meng Yaoyin quickly comforted her softly.
Ning Zhuo shrank to the bed against the corner, tightly wrapped in the quilt, huddled into a small ball, shivering with fear.
Buddhist doctor Meng Yaoyin was so heartbroken that she subconsciously reached out to touch Ning Zhuo, but she saw her own mechanical arm.
Her heart trembled, she put away her hands and half sat on the edge of the bed.
She spoke slowly and sang softly.
"Yun'erfei, Yunerfei..."
The singing attracted Ning Zhuo. He mustered up the courage to first open a small slit in the quilt, then slowly widened the opening, and finally stuck his big head out.
He stared blankly at the Buddhist doctor Meng Yaoyin, and gradually became convinced that she was his mother.
Tears filled his eyes. When the song ended, he threw off the quilt, ran at full speed, and suddenly ran into Meng Yaoyin's arms.
He shouted, tears rolling down his face: "Mother——!"
"Zhuoer, my dear Zhuozi." Meng Yaoyin held Ning Zhuo in her arms and stroked the back of Ning Zhuo's head. She was extremely emotional, but no tears fell.
…
Since mother and son recognized each other, Meng Yaoyin no longer endured the pain of separation, secretly taking care of Ning Zhuo every day and secretly teaching him his studies.
The main thing taught is the art of mechanism.
You only know how precious it is when you lose it.
Ning Zhuo stood close to Meng Yaoyin, listening carefully to every word she said.
"Mother, mother." Ning Zhuo called softly.
Meng Yaoyin came back to her senses.
Ning Zhuo huddled in Meng Yaoyin's arms, looking up at her with innocent eyes, and said in a sweet voice: "Mom, you can't do it if you don't pay attention in class."
Meng Yaoyin lowered her head, kissed Ning Zhuo's forehead gently, and apologized softly, while the haze in her heart secretly expanded.
She knew it was caused by evil spirits.
At first, she was almost undetectable in her spirituality. Soon, some faint purple thoughts appeared.
Nowadays, these purple meanings are already strands.
Scenes from the past began to happen again, and Meng Yaoyin knew that her time was once again running out.
Her heart was filled with sadness and hesitation. She didn't know how to explain the truth to Ning Zhuo.
…
A sneaky figure appeared near Ning's house.
Meng Yaoyin took action decisively.
thump.
The sneaky figure hit the ground.
When Ning Zhuo saw this scene, he was shocked, his face turned pale, and he stammered: "Mother, mother, mother, you, you killed, killed someone?"
Meng Yaoyin shook her head: "He acts sneaky and has a lot of cultivation, so he is probably a habitual thief. However, he is not dead yet, it is just a small punishment."
When Ning Zhuo saw the unconscious figure lying on the ground, he was shocked and showed a look of intolerance and pity: "He is still a child just like me."
"Mom, tell me, if we leave him here, will he bleed to death?"
Meng Yaoyin smiled slightly: "You want to save him?"
"Yeah!" Ning Zhuo nodded repeatedly.
Meng Yaoyin thought that she didn't have much time left, so she might as well take this opportunity to teach Ning Zhuo a profound lesson, and said, "That's up to you. It's just what you want to save. Do it yourself, don't rely on your mother."
Ning Zhuo was immediately happy: "Thank you, mother!"
He obtained permission and hurriedly dragged Sun Lingtong into the small courtyard.
Chapter completed!