Chapter 333

Fourteen years ago.

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

"The immortal city is constantly decaying, and the selection standards are lowering accordingly. Zhuo'er, when you are fourteen, the selection standards for the mechanical immortal city will be lowered to the Qi Refining stage. This will be your greatest opportunity!"

"Zhuo'er, you must study mechanical arts well. You must design mechanical creations yourself, assemble them yourself, and control them yourself; these are all the content of the mechanical immortal city's assessment."

"You must never use Ning family cultivation techniques to reach the Foundation Establishment stage!"

"Don't let others know about your investment in this area. Don't perform too well; your father and mother are gone, and no one is your true reliance. You must hide yourself well, don't perform too poorly, mediocrity is enough. You must grow up ordinarily, accumulate quietly, and don't attract attention."

"Mother has seen too much; how many geniuses die young..."

"Mother's Pale Iron Armor is left for you to protect yourself; it has the power of Foundation Establishment."

"And this magic treasure—the Buddha Heart Demon Seal! This is something Mother luckily obtained from the Magma Immortal Palace; it must never be exposed."

After finishing the instructions, in the last moment of her life, she fell into hesitation: "Mother doesn't know if teaching you this way is right or not."

"Zhuo'er, you must take good care of yourself. If it really doesn't work, just give up on the Magma Immortal Palace."

"Life is the most important thing; Mother hopes you live, live well!"

"If you live, Mother will be happy."

Two-year-old Ning Zhuo gripped his mother's blood-stained clothes tightly: "Mother, Mother, don't say anymore. I don't want you to die, don't die, wuwuwu..."

Ning Zhuo's mother finally said: "Good Zhuo'er, don't be afraid, don't be afraid... Mother is here, Mother, Mother will protect you from underground..."

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

Ning Zhuo was stunned, first calling out softly: "Mother, Mother, Mother, wake up, wake up!"

Immediately, his voice grew louder, he threw himself into his mother's arms, and wailed.

He cried until he fainted.

Meng Yaoyin's soul let out a faint sigh, emerging from her own corpse.

She reached out wanting to touch Ning Zhuo, but touched nothing.

Meng Yaoyin's soul pinched a finger technique, actually using the technique of controlling puppet machines to make her own corpse stand up.

She also took out a substitute corpse she had prepared for a long time from her storage bracelet and placed it in the original spot.

Before leaving, she squatted down, quietly staring at Ning Zhuo's sleeping face, revealing intense reluctance.

A moment later, she suppressed the emotions in her heart, controlled her own corpse, went down to the underground secret room, and left with the help of the teleportation array.

She first teleported to an underground secret base, and after transferring there, entered the Fire Persimmon Mountain.

She was familiar with the road, following the tunnel, and arrived at the Magma Immortal Palace.

Guided by the immortal palace's treasure light, she entered the palace again.

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

Holding her position, she successfully entered the Gourd Fire Furnace Forest.

Her soul emitted purple light marks, and Meng Yaoyin sighed in her heart: "Even if I am dead, this wound still exists. Now I only hope that after refining my spirituality, I can eliminate this Dao wound!"

The Dao wound was involved, causing her condition to decline rapidly; she struggled to control her corpse and dived into the gold furnace.

Fire Burial Prajna Spirit-Resolving Sutra!

The flames burned, and Meng Yaoyin endured the tragic pain of burning her soul and refining her spirit. She quietly crouched in the furnace, silently enduring with supreme willpower, never saying a word.

"Zhuo'er, Zhuo'er, if this succeeds, Mother can still accompany you as you grow up."

"If it doesn't..."

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

"Whether it succeeds or not, she will inevitably have her soul scattered. She clearly has plenty of Yin lifespan and could go to the underworld to live for a long time. Yet for the sake of her son, she took such a risk to refine herself." Hidden in the dark, the Dragon Turtle Fire Spirit, who was watching this scene, was shocked.

"Too ruthless, this woman is too ruthless!"

The gold furnace shattered, the Buddha Doctor descended, and the spirituality refined by Meng Yaoyin dived into the mechanical body.

The Dragon Turtle Fire Spirit exclaimed: "She actually succeeded!"

"Such intense pain, and she didn't make a sound. When I was young, I wailed from beginning to end... no, roared repeatedly."

"Truly, if a person isn't ruthless, they can't become a demon!"

Seeing the Buddha Doctor · Meng Yaoyin leave the immortal palace, the Dragon Turtle Fire Spirit was satisfied: "This Meng Yaoyin is truly my noble person!"

"Not only did she exploit the loopholes and take away the Buddha Heart Demon Seal and so on. Even after death, she could take away the Buddha Doctor; she is really too strong."

"I really hope that in the future, more such characters will appear."

"With a few more, my escape from here is just around the corner!"

The Buddha Doctor · Meng Yaoyin returned the same way and saw Ning Zhuo again.

She stretched out her mechanical palm and gently touched Ning Zhuo's face.

Subsequently, she began to dispatch the mechanical components in her body.

The Buddha light was warm, like orange light, and like flowing water, flowing out from her body and pouring into Ning Zhuo's upper dantian spirit sea.

"Zhuo'er, Mother will give you a gift."

"This is the true scripture of the Mirror Terrace Spirit-Communication Technique, one of the three sect supreme methods!"

"Mother has hidden the whole thing in your spirit sea; in the future, if you practice this technique, you will have no bottlenecks."

After doing this, the Buddha Doctor · Meng Yaoyin quietly hid her figure.

Changing burial clothes, entering the hall, reporting to the temple, issuing obituaries, setting up a mourning hall... encoffining, mourning, keeping vigil, funeral procession, burial...

The Buddha Doctor · Meng Yaoyin had been watching from the dark, witnessing "her own" funeral, which made her emotions complicated. Seeing Ning Zhuo, who was like a puppet, silent and dead, made her heart ache even more.

She hesitated, never acknowledging him.

Because of the Dao wound!

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

The Buddha Doctor · Meng Yaoyin stopped breathing, and the purple intent in her eyes flashed and disappeared.

"Dao wound..." Her heart was full of regret.

Even if she refined herself into spirituality, she didn't escape this life-taking entanglement.

"So, this time, how much longer can I exist?"

She smiled bitterly, feeling fortunate that she hadn't appeared in front of Ning Zhuo again.

Late at night.

"Mother, Mother, where are you, don't leave me..." Two-year-old Ning Zhuo curled up, hiding in the quilt, having a nightmare.

Meng Yaoyin revealed her figure.

She suppressed her sadness, walked gently to the bed, knelt halfway, and carefully held Ning Zhuo's little hand.

She spoke softly:

Clouds fly, clouds fly, flying over the White River and the green hills. The stream winds around the big tree, sunshine sprinkles the green grass pile.

Clouds fly, wind chases, flying over rivers and starlight. The sky is high and the earth is far, full of splendor, clouds roll and clouds relax, letting the wind blow.

Clouds fly, heart is tired, flying over rainbows and rosy capes. The rosy light in the sky gradually fades, the moon shadow quietly reflects the dark sky.

Clouds fly, dreams return, flying over longing and sadness. Mother leads you back in a dream, returning to the hometown to sleep quietly.

In the sound of the familiar nursery rhyme, Ning Zhuo's brows gradually relaxed, and he fell into a peaceful dream.

This happened more and more often.

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

He saw a doll appearing at the head of his bed and screamed in fear.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, it's Mother, it's Mother." The Buddha Doctor · Meng Yaoyin hurriedly comforted him softly.

Ning Zhuo shrank to the corner of the bed against the wall, wrapped himself tightly in the quilt, curled into a small ball, trembling with fear.

The Buddha Doctor · Meng Yaoyin was heartbroken; she subconsciously reached out, wanting to touch Ning Zhuo, but saw her mechanical arm.

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

She spoke slowly, singing softly.

"Clouds fly, clouds fly..."

The singing attracted Ning Zhuo; he mustered his courage, first opening a small slit in the quilt, then slowly expanding the exit, and finally poking his big head out.

He stared blankly at the Buddha Doctor · Meng Yaoyin, gradually confirming that it was his mother.

His eyes were full of tears; when the singing ended, he suddenly lifted the quilt, ran at full speed, and threw himself into Meng Yaoyin's arms.

He shouted, tears rolling down: "Mother—!"

"Zhuo'er, my good Zhuo'er." Meng Yaoyin hugged Ning Zhuo, stroking the back of Ning Zhuo's head, extremely moved, but no tears fell.

Since mother and son had acknowledged each other, Meng Yaoyin no longer suppressed the pain of separation, taking care of Ning Zhuo secretly every day and teaching his studies in the dark.

What was mainly taught was mechanical arts.

Only after losing it did one know it was precious.

Ning Zhuo leaned tightly against Meng Yaoyin, listening carefully to every word she said.

"Mother, Mother." Ning Zhuo called out softly.

Meng Yaoyin came back to her senses.

Ning Zhuo shrank in Meng Yaoyin's arms, looking up at her with innocent eyes, saying in a milky voice: "Mother, you are not focused when you teach, that won't do."

Meng Yaoyin lowered her head, kissed Ning Zhuo's big forehead gently, apologized softly, while the haze in her heart expanded in the dark.

She knew this was the Dao wound at work.

At first, she could hardly detect it in her spirituality. Not long after, a little purple intent was produced.

Now, these purple intents were already strands.

The past scene began to happen again, and Meng Yaoyin knew that her time was running out again.

Her heart was full of sadness and hesitation. She didn't know how to explain the truth to Ning Zhuo.

A sneaky figure appeared near the Ning residence.

Meng Yaoyin made a decisive move.

Thump.

The sneaky figure hit the ground.

Ning Zhuo saw this scene, terrified, his little face pale, stuttering: "Mother, Mother, Mother, you, you killed, killed someone?"

Meng Yaoyin shook her head: "He acted sneakily and had cultivation, I'm afraid he's a habitual thief. However, he is not dead, just a small punishment."

Ning Zhuo saw the figure fainted on the ground, and in addition to shock, he showed intolerance and pity: "He is like me, still a child."

"Mother, you say, if we leave him here, will he bleed to death?"

Meng Yaoyin smiled a little: "You want to save him?"

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"Hmm!" Ning Zhuo nodded repeatedly.

Meng Yaoyin thought that her time was running out, so she might as well take this opportunity to let Ning Zhuo get a profound lesson, so she said: "Then it's up to you. But since you want to save him, you do it yourself, don't rely on Mother."

Ning Zhuo was immediately happy: "Thank you, Mother!"

He got permission and hurriedly dragged Sun Lingtong into the small courtyard.