Fourteen years ago.

Before her death, Meng Yaoyin gave instructions to Ning Zhuo, who was only two years old.

"The Immortal City is constantly falling into disrepair, and the selection standards are lowered accordingly. My dear, when you are fourteen years old, the selection standards of the Mechanical Immortal City will be lowered to the Qi Refining Stage. This will be your greatest opportunity!"

"Zhuo'er, you have to study mechanical arts well. You have to design mechanical creations yourself, assemble them yourself, and operate them yourself. These are the assessment contents of Mechanical Fairy City."

"You must not use the Ning family's skills to cultivate to the foundation-building stage!"

"Don't let others know about your investment in this area. Don't act too outstanding. Your parents are gone and there is no one you can really rely on. You have to hide yourself well, don't act too badly, just be mediocre. You have to grow up in an ordinary way, accumulate quietly, and don't attract attention."

"Mom, I've seen too much. So many geniuses died young..."

"I leave my blue iron armor for you to protect yourself. It has the power to build a foundation."

"And there is this magic weapon - my Buddha Heart Demon Seal! This is something that I obtained by chance from the Lava Fairy Palace. It must not be exposed."

After giving her instructions, she hesitated again at the last moment of her life: "I don't know if it's right to teach you this way."

"Zhuo'er, you must take good care of yourself. If you really can't make it, just give up the Lava Fairy Palace."

"Life is the most important thing. Mother hopes you live and live well!"

"As long as you are alive, mother will be happy."

Two-year-old Ning Zhuo clutched his mother's blood-stained clothes tightly: "Mom, mom, please don't say anything. I don't want you to die, you don't want to die, wuwuwu..."

Ning Zhuo's mother finally said: "My dear son, don't be afraid, don't be afraid... Mother is here, mother, mother will protect you in the underworld..."

The next moment, mother's heart stopped beating and her hand slowly slid down from Ning Zhuo's head.

Ning Zhuo was stunned, and first called out softly: "Mother, mother, mother, wake up, wake up!"

Immediately, he raised his voice, threw himself into his mother's arms, and burst into tears.

I cried until I fainted.

Meng Yaoyin's soul let out a faint sigh and emerged from her own body.

She reached out to touch Ning Zhuo, but found nothing.

Meng Yaoyin's soul made finger gestures and actually used the technique of controlling puppet mechanisms to control her own body to stand up.

She then took out the substitute corpse that she had prepared a long time ago from her storage bracelet and placed it back in its original place.

Before leaving, she squatted down and stared quietly at Ning Zhuo's sleeping face, revealing a strong feeling of reluctance.

After a moment, she suppressed her emotions, controlled her body, went down to the underground secret room, and left with the help of the teleportation array.

She was first teleported to a secret underground base, where she transited and then entered Huoshi Mountain.

She was familiar with the route and followed the tunnel to the Lava Fairy Palace.

Guided by the precious light of the fairy palace, she entered the palace again.

This was the first time he entered the palace after her death, and his emotions were quite complicated.

With her authority, she successfully entered the Gourd Furnace Forest.

Her soul emitted a purple light. Meng Yaoyin sighed in her heart: "Even if she is dead, this wound will still exist. Now I just hope that after refining my spirituality, I can eliminate this wound!"

The injury she sustained on the Tao caused her condition to deteriorate rapidly. She struggled to control her body and got into the golden furnace.

Cremation Prajna Sutra! The flames burned, and Meng Yaoyin endured the terrible pain of burning her soul and refining her spirit. However, she quietly sat in the furnace, silently enduring with her strong willpower, and never said a word.

"My dear, my dear, if this succeeds, mother can still grow up with you."

"If it doesn't work..."

She smiled sadly, but was full of determination, without a trace of wavering.

"No matter if it succeeds or not, her soul will surely be torn apart. She clearly has plenty of life left in the underworld and can go down to the underworld and live for a long time. But for the sake of her son, she is willing to take risks and refine herself." The Dragon Turtle Fire Spirit, who was hiding in the dark and watching this scene, was horrified.

"Too cruel, this woman is too cruel!"

The golden furnace shattered, the Buddhist doctor flew down, and the spiritual power cultivated by Meng Yaoyin drilled into the body of the mechanism.

Dragon Turtle Fire Spirit exclaimed: "She really succeeded in refining it!"

“You were in so much pain, yet you didn’t make a sound. Back then, I was wailing… no, I was roaring from beginning to end.”

"It's true that if a man is not ruthless, he can't become a demon!"

Seeing Buddhist Doctor Meng Yaoyin leave the Fairy Palace, Long Yuan Huo Ling was very satisfied: "This Meng Yaoyin is really my benefactor!"

"Not only did he find a loophole, he also took away my Buddha Heart Demon Seal and other things. Even after his death, he was able to take away the Buddha's doctor. He is really too powerful."

"I really hope that such a person will appear again in the future."

"If there are a few more of you, I can escape from here in no time!"

…

Buddhist doctor Meng Yaoyin returned along the same route and met Ning Zhuo again.

She stretched out her mechanical hand and gently stroked Ning Zhuo's cheek.

Then, she began to mobilize the mechanical parts in her body.

The Buddha's light was warm, like orange light or flowing water, flowing out of her body and infusing into Ning Zhuo's upper dantian sea of ​​consciousness.

"My dear, mother has a gift for you."

"This is the true scripture of the Jingtai Spiritual Communication Technique, one of the three supreme methods!"

"Mother has hidden the entire chapter in your sea of ​​consciousness. If you practice this technique in the future, you will definitely have no bottlenecks."

After accomplishing this, Buddhist doctor Meng Yaoyin quietly disappeared.

…

Changing the funeral clothes, going to the hall, reporting to the temple, issuing the obituary, setting up the mourning hall... Coffining, offering sacrifices, keeping vigil, funeral procession, burial...

Buddhist doctor Meng Yaoyin had been watching secretly, and witnessing "her" funeral with her own eyes made her feel complicated. Seeing Ning Zhuo, who looked like a puppet and was as silent as death, made her feel extremely heartbroken.

She hesitated and never recognized him.

Because of the wound!

She needed to confirm that she had gotten rid of the wound. Otherwise, even if they recognized each other, it would only increase sadness and separation.

Buddhist doctor Meng Yaoyin stopped breathing, and his eyes flashed purple for a moment.

"Dao Shang..." Her heart was filled with regret.

Even if he transformed himself into a spiritual being, he could not escape this life-threatening entanglement.

"So, this time, how long can I exist?"

She smiled bitterly and couldn't help but be thankful that she didn't appear in front of Ning Zhuo again.

…

late at night.

"Mom, mom, where are you? Don't leave me..." Two-year-old Ning Zhu curled up in the quilt, having a nightmare.

Meng Yaoyin revealed her figure.

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She suppressed her sadness, walked gently to the bedside, 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 trees, and the sun is shining on the green grass."

The clouds fly, the wind chases them, flying over rivers and stars. The sky is high and the earth is vast, so gorgeous, the clouds roll and unfold as the wind blows.

The clouds fly, my heart is tired, flying over the rainbow and the rosy clouds. The rosy clouds in the sky gradually fade, and the shadow of the moon quietly reflects the dark sky.

The clouds fly, the dreams return, flying over the longing and sadness. In the dream, your mother takes you home, back to your hometown to sleep peacefully.

As the familiar nursery rhymes sounded, Ning Zhuo's brows gradually relaxed, he began to fall asleep peacefully.

This happens more and more often.

One night, before Meng Yaoyin started singing the nursery rhyme, Ning Zhuo was awakened by a nightmare and opened his eyes suddenly.

He saw a doll appear at the head of his bed and screamed in fright.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, it's mother, it's mother." Buddhist doctor Meng Yaoyin hurriedly comforted in a soft voice.

Ning Zhuo huddled to the bed in the corner, wrapped himself tightly in the quilt, curled up into a small ball, and trembled with fear.

Buddhist doctor Meng Yaoyin was extremely heartbroken. She subconsciously reached out to touch Ning Zhuo, but saw her mechanical arm.

Her heart trembled, she put away her hands and half sat on the edge of the bed.

She opened her mouth slowly and sang softly.

"The clouds are flying, the clouds are flying..."

The singing attracted Ning Zhuo. He mustered up his courage, first opened a small gap in the quilt, then slowly expanded the opening, and finally stuck his big head out.

He stared blankly at the Buddhist doctor Meng Yaoyin, and gradually became certain that it was his mother.

His eyes were filled with tears. When the song ended, he suddenly threw off the quilt, ran at full speed, and crashed into Meng Yaoyin's arms.

He shouted, tears streaming down his face: "Mother——!"

"Zhuo'er, my dear Zhuo'er." Meng Yaoyin hugged Ning Zhuo and stroked the back of his head. She was extremely emotional, but no tears fell.

…

Now that the mother and son had recognized each other, Meng Yaoyin no longer endured the pain of separation. She secretly took care of Ning Zhuo every day and taught him his studies in secret.

The main thing taught is the art of mechanisms.

You only know the value of something when you lose it.

Ning Zhuo sat close to Meng Yaoyin and listened carefully to every word she said.

"Mom, mom." Ning Zhuo called softly.

Meng Yaoyin came back to her senses.

Ning Zhuo curled up in Meng Yaoyin's arms, looked up at her with innocent eyes, and said in a baby voice: "Mom, it's not okay for you to not pay attention in class."

Meng Yaoyin lowered her head and gently kissed Ning Zhuo's forehead, apologized softly, and the haze in her heart was secretly expanding.

She knew it was the wound that caused it.

At first, she could hardly detect it in her spirit, but soon after, a slight purple color appeared.

Now, these purple meanings have become strands.

The past scene began to happen again, and Meng Yaoyin knew that she didn't have much time left again.

Her heart was filled with sadness and confusion. She didn't know how to explain the truth to Ning Zhuo.

…

A sneaky figure appeared near Ning's house.

Meng Yaoyin acted decisively.

thump.

The sneaky figure hit the ground.

Ning Zhuo was horrified when he saw this scene. His face turned pale and he stammered, "Mother, mother, mother, you, you killed someone?"

Meng Yaoyin shook her head: "He was sneaky and had some skills, so he might be a habitual thief. But he is not dead yet, he was just given a minor punishment."

Ning Zhuo was shocked when he saw the figure lying unconscious on the ground, but he also showed pity and compassion: "He is just like me, still a child."

"Mom, tell me, if we leave him here, will he bleed to death?"

Meng Yaoyin smiled: "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 Zhu a profound lesson, so she said, "Then it's up to you. But if you want to save him, you should do it yourself, and don't rely on mother."

Ning Zhuo was immediately delighted: "Thank you, mother!"

After obtaining permission, he hurriedly dragged Sun Lingtong into the courtyard.

(End of this chapter)