Chapter 333

Fourteen years ago.

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

"The Xiancheng is constantly decaying, and the selection standards are lowering accordingly. Zhuo'er, by the time you are fourteen, the selection standards for the Mechanical Xiancheng 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 operate them yourself; these are all part of the assessment content for the Mechanical Xiancheng."

"You must never use Ning family cultivation methods to reach the Foundation Establishment Stage!"

"Do not let others know about your investment in this area. Do not perform too excellently; your father and mother are gone, and no one is your true reliance. You must hide yourself well, do not perform too poorly, mediocrity is enough. You must grow up plainly, accumulate quietly, and do not attract attention."

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

"Mother's Cang Tie Han Jia is left to you for self-protection; it has the power of Foundation Establishment."

"And this magic treasure—the Buddha Heart Demon Seal! Mother obtained this by luck from the Magma Xian Gong; you must never expose it."

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

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

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

"If you are alive, Mother is happy."

Two-year-old Unlike 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..."

Unlike Ning Zhuo's mother said finally: "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 Unlike Ning Zhuo's head.

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

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

He cried until he passed out.

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

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

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

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

Before leaving, she squatted down, quietly staring at Unlike 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 a teleportation array.

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

She was familiar with the path, followed the tunnel, and arrived at the Magma Xian Gong.

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

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

Possessing the authority, 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 linked, causing her condition to decline rapidly; she struggled to control her corpse and dove into the Golden Furnace.

Fire Burial Prajna Spirit-Resolving Scripture!

The flames burned, and Meng Yaoyin endured the tragic pain of burning her soul and refining her spirit. She sat quietly in the fire furnace, silently enduring with immense 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 hint of wavering.

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

"Too ruthless, this woman is too ruthless!"

The Golden Furnace shattered, the Buddha Doctor descended, and the spirituality Meng Yaoyin refined dove into the mechanical body.

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

"Such intense pain, and she didn't make a sound. Back then, I was wailing from beginning to end... no, roaring repeatedly."

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

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

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

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

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

Buddha Doctor·Meng Yaoyin returned the way she came and saw Unlike Ning Zhuo again.

She extended her mechanical palm and gently touched Unlike Ning Zhuo's cheek.

Afterward, 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 Unlike Ning Zhuo's Upper Dantian Spirit Sea.

"Zhuo'er, Mother has a gift for you."

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

"Mother has hidden the entire text in your Spirit Sea; if you cultivate this method in the future, you will certainly have no bottlenecks."

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

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

Buddha Doctor·Meng Yaoyin had been watching from the dark, witnessing "her own" funeral, which made her emotions complex. Seeing Unlike Ning Zhuo, who was like a puppet, silent and dead-like, 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 add to the sorrow and separation.

Buddha Doctor·Meng Yaoyin stopped breathing, and purple light flashed in her eyes and vanished.

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

Even though she had refined herself into spirituality, she hadn't escaped 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 Unlike Ning Zhuo again.

Late at night.

"Mother, Mother, where are you, don't leave me behind..." Two-year-old Unlike Ning Zhuo curled up his body, hiding in the quilt, having nightmares.

Meng Yaoyin revealed her figure.

She suppressed her sorrow, walked gently to the bedside, knelt halfway, and carefully held Unlike Ning Zhuo's small hand.

She spoke gently:

Clouds fly, clouds fly, flying over the White River and Cuiwei. The stream murmurs around the big tree, sunlight sprinkles over 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 as the wind blows.

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, dream returns, flying over longing and sorrow. Mother leads you home in your dream, returning to your hometown to sleep peacefully.

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

Such times happened more and more often.

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

He saw a puppet 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." Buddha Doctor·Meng Yaoyin hurriedly comforted him softly.

Unlike 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.

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

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

She spoke slowly, singing softly.

"Clouds fly, clouds fly..."

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

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

His eyes were filled with tears; when the singing ended, he suddenly threw off 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 held Unlike Ning Zhuo, her hand stroking the back of Unlike Ning Zhuo's head, moved to the extreme, but no tears fell.

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

What was mainly taught was mechanical arts.

Only after losing something do you know its value.

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

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

Meng Yaoyin came back to her senses.

Unlike Ning Zhuo curled up 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 Unlike Ning Zhuo's big forehead gently, and 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 barely perceive it in her spirituality. Not long after, a faint purple color appeared.

Now, these purple colors were already threads.

The past scene began to happen again; Meng Yaoyin knew that her time was running out once more.

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

A sneaky figure appeared near the Ning residence.

Meng Yaoyin acted decisively.

Plop.

The sneaky figure crashed to the ground.

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

Meng Yaoyin shook her head: "He acted sneakily and possessed cultivation; he is likely a habitual thief. However, he is not dead, just a small punishment."

Unlike Ning Zhuo saw the figure fallen to the ground, shocked, revealing a look of 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 slightly: "You want to save him?"

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"Yes!" Unlike Ning Zhuo nodded repeatedly.

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

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

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