Chapter 334

After a trance, Meng Yaoyin came back to her senses, only to find that she was no longer in Fire Persimmon Immortal City, but had entered Fire Persimmon Mountain.

She looked inside, and saw deep in her spirituality, purple intent was rampant, already condensed into blocks.

"The injury has deepened again..."

She sighed faintly, but didn't rush back to the immortal city, instead continuing to go deep into the mountain, entering the Magma Immortal Palace.

"The Dao wound wears away memories; as time goes by, spirituality will also dissipate."

"In the end, I will still revert to the Buddha Doctor and take the initiative to return to the Magma Immortal Palace."

From then on, Meng Yaoyin took the initiative to reduce the time she spent with Ning Zhuo, and used euphemistic ways to hint at their future separation many times.

Ning Zhuo shrank in the quilt, crying wuwuwu.

Sun Lingtong came to the bedside, curiously asking, why are you crying? Why aren't you asleep yet?

Little Ning Zhuo poked his big head out of the quilt: "I, I miss Mother."

"I, I can't sleep. Whenever I can't sleep, Mother would sing to me. Can you sing to me?"

Sun Lingtong was helpless, singing stutteringly.

The Buddha Doctor · Meng Yaoyin hid her figure, watching this scene from behind, feeling extremely fortunate and gratified.

She didn't expect that the person Ning Zhuo saved casually, although from a demonic sect, had a kind heart.

Sun Lingtong secretly probed the Ning family territory, helping Ning Zhuo resist the clansmen's erosion of the family property, all of which were seen by Meng Yaoyin.

Time flew by.

"It's late at night, you should go to sleep, otherwise you won't grow tall, and your head will become stupid, Xiao Zhuo." Meng Yaoyin revealed her figure, reminding Ning Zhuo, who was reading by the lamp, softly.

Ning Zhuo looked up in surprise: "Mother, you are back!"

He raised the classic in his hand: "Mother, I will definitely practice mechanical arts with all my might to help you heal. Last time, when you came back, your arm was injured."

Meng Yaoyin's eyes shrank slightly, and her arm subconsciously moved back.

The child had grown up and was more careful than before.

The injury on her arm was left behind when she killed Red Flame demonic beasts in Fire Persimmon Mountain. At that time, she lost her mind, had no memory, and relied on the Buddha Doctor's preset actions to guard the Magma Immortal Palace; killing demonic beasts was one of them.

"Good child." Meng Yaoyin was very moved in her heart, unable to help but hug Ning Zhuo.

Ning Zhuo hugged his mother tightly; although it was a hard doll body, he felt infinite tenderness.

He looked at the lamp on the table, his eyes flashing with hopeful light, murmuring: "Mother, I will definitely become the most powerful mechanical cultivator in the world."

"I will cure your dull disease, and we will be together forever!"

Meng Yaoyin's body trembled slightly.

For a time, endless sadness made her unable to control herself.

She closed her eyes tightly, but no tears fell.

"Is this the nursery?" Little Ning Zhuo looked up at the high building, full of timidity.

But thinking of his mother, he gritted his teeth and mixed into the crowd.

Hiding in the corner, he stared at the mechanical cultivator on the stage, trying his best to learn the technique of controlling puppets.

He learned many mechanical theories, but in terms of control, he really needed the guidance of a master.

Meng Yaoyin was getting worse and worse, cherishing the time when she was clear-headed, and didn't want to use her precious time to teach Ning Zhuo these trivial details.

Ning Zhuo studied Li Leifeng's control methods desperately, his little ten fingers shrinking in his sleeves and sliding constantly, his pair of big eyes staring without blinking.

He used his brain for too long, so much so that after a puppet show, he was hungry, even hungry to the point of seeing stars and buzzing in his ears.

He picked up the pastries left by the guests.

"Too, too delicious!"

Finally, Ning Zhuo was adopted by his uncle Ning Ze.

He entered the school.

Classmates who knew his situation bullied him.

"Wild child, wild child!"

"Big-headed monster, big-headed monster!"

"Orphan born to a mother but not raised by one, lululu..."

Ning Zhuo turned around suddenly, his eyes already red, his fists clenched, growling: "I have a mother!"

The classmates were startled, and then mocked him with an even more intense attitude.

Ning Zhuo screamed, rushed up, and fought with his classmates.

He returned home with a bruised face.

The parents of the classmates who fought came to ask for accountability, and his uncle Ning Ze was timid.

Ning Ze turned back and punished Ning Zhuo, ordering him to kneel.

"You have some nerve, actually beating the clan elder's grandson!"

Ning Zhuo knelt until night, without dinner, hungry until he fainted.

Ning Jize, who had eaten his fill, walked up to him with a smile, carrying the lingering fragrance of food, triumphantly circling him several times.

"Mother, where are you? Wuwuwu..." Ning Zhuo only dared to cry in his heart.

The Buddha Doctor · Meng Yaoyin walked in the tunnel of Fire Persimmon Mountain, every step was consistent, her posture was always the same, and there was no emotion in her eyes.

Evening, school is over.

Ning Zhuo mixed in the crowd and walked out of the school.

He walked past the corner of the street, his footsteps paused, he saw a classmate holding his parents' hands, jumping and laughing.

"Big-headed monster!" Suddenly a shout from behind.

The next moment, Ning Zhuo was pushed down from behind.

He got up angrily, wanting to take revenge, and saw several classmates with wanton mockery, fleeing in all directions.

For a time, he didn't know who to chase.

After getting far away, those classmates stood in place again, mocking: "Wild child without a mother, big-headed monster without a mother!"

Ning Zhuo roared, chasing angrily.

Finally, because he returned home too late, he was locked out of the house by Wang Lan.

He hardened his heart, suppressed his anger, and turned to leave.

He left Ning Ze's residence and hurried to his own small courtyard.

On the dim, deserted path, a familiar figure suddenly appeared.

"Mother!" Ning Zhuo lowered his voice and ran toward the front happily.

The Buddha Doctor · Meng Yaoyin looked at him gently. She put on a thick and wide robe, black as ink, so that she could walk conveniently in the middle of the night and cover the injuries all over her body.

Meng Yaoyin took the initiative to hold Ning Zhuo's hand, walking and chatting.

"How is school life?"

"It's all very good. The teachers are kind, and the classmates like to play with me."

"Why not stay overnight at Uncle's house?"

"Just suddenly missed home..."

Meng Yaoyin's heart was full of sourness. She was not completely ignorant of Ning Zhuo's situation, but after careful consideration, she chose to watch from the sidelines.

Only when Ning Zhuo faced a major crisis would she make a move.

Clearly it was pitch black, clearly it was just a wooden palm, but Ning Zhuo felt like he was holding the whole world.

However, Meng Yaoyin gradually extinguished her voice, her footsteps became crisp, became very regular, her gaze was dull, like a zombie.

The gentle maternal aura seemed to be swallowed up by the surrounding darkness.

Ning Zhuo lowered his head, keenly sensing the change in the doll.

He gripped his mother's palm tightly, tears flashing in his eyes, choking: "Mother, don't worry."

"I know."

"I am not a child without a mother's love!"