Chapter 334

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

She looked inside, and saw deep in her spirituality, the purple color was arrogant, already condensed into a block.

"The injury has deepened again..."

She sighed faintly, but didn't rush back to the Xiancheng, instead continuing to go deep into the mountain, entering the Magma Xian Gong.

"The Dao wound erodes memory; over time, spirituality will also vanish."

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

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

Unlike Ning Zhuo curled up in the quilt, crying wuwu.

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

Little Unlike 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 for me?"

Sun Lingtong was helpless, singing stutteringly.

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

She didn't expect that the person Unlike Ning Zhuo saved at will, although from an evil sect, possessed a kind heart.

Sun Lingtong secretly probed the Ning family grounds and helped Unlike Ning Zhuo resist the clansmen's encroachment on 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 brain will become stupid, Xiaozhuo." Meng Yaoyin revealed her figure, reminding Unlike Ning Zhuo, who was reading by the lamp, softly.

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

He raised the book in his hand: "Mother, I will definitely cultivate 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 attentive than before.

The injury on her arm was left behind from killing Red Flame beasts in the Fire Persimmon Mountain. At that time, she lost her consciousness, had no memory, and relied on the Buddha Doctor's default actions to guard the Magma Xian Gong; killing beasts was one of them.

"Good child." Meng Yaoyin was very moved, unable to help but pull Unlike Ning Zhuo into her arms.

Unlike Ning Zhuo hugged his mother tightly; although it was a hard puppet body, he felt infinite gentleness.

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 illness, and we will be together forever!"

Meng Yaoyin's body trembled slightly.

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

She closed her eyes tightly, but no tears fell.

"Is this the Ciyou Garden?" Little Unlike Ning Zhuo looked up at the high building, full of timidity in his heart.

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 techniques of manipulating puppets.

He learned many mechanical theories, but manipulation really needed the guidance of a teacher.

Meng Yaoyin was getting worse and worse, cherishing the time she was clear-headed, unwilling to use precious time to teach Unlike Ning Zhuo these trivial details.

Unlike Ning Zhuo studied Li Leifeng's manipulation methods desperately, his small ten fingers constantly moving inside his sleeves, his big eyes staring without blinking.

He had been mentally active for too long, so much so that after a puppet show, he was hungry, even hungry to the point where his eyes were blurred and his ears were buzzing.

He picked up the pastries left by the guests.

"Too, too delicious!"

Finally, Unlike 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!"

"Born by a mother but not raised by one, orphan, lueluelue..."

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

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

Unlike Ning Zhuo let out a loud shout, rushed up, and wrestled with his classmates.

He returned home with a bruised face.

The parents of the classmates he fought came to question him, and his uncle Ning Ze was timid.

Ning Ze turned back, severely punishing Unlike Ning Zhuo, and ordered him to kneel.

"How dare you, actually beating the clan elder's grandson!"

Unlike Ning Zhuo knelt until night, without dinner, hungry to the point of fainting.

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

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

Buddha Doctor·Meng Yaoyin walked in the tunnel of Fire Persimmon Mountain, every step consistent, her posture always the same, her eyes without a trace of emotion.

Evening, school is over.

Unlike Ning Zhuo mixed into the crowd and walked out of the school.

He walked past the street corner, 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, Unlike Ning Zhuo was pushed down from behind.

He got up angrily, wanting revenge, only to see several classmates running away in all directions with wanton mockery.

For a moment, he didn't know which one to chase.

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

Unlike Ning Zhuo let out a roar and chased after them angrily.

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

He hardened his heart, suppressed his anger, turned around, and left.

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

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

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

Buddha Doctor·Meng Yaoyin looked at him gently. She put on a thick, wide robe, pitch black as ink, so that it would be convenient to walk in the middle of the night and cover the injuries all over her body.

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

"How is life at school?"

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

"Why don't you stay overnight at your uncle's house?"

"Just suddenly missed home..."

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

Only when Unlike Ning Zhuo faced a major crisis would she take action.

Clearly it was pitch black, clearly it was just a wooden palm, but Unlike Ning Zhuo felt as if he had grasped the whole world.

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

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

Unlike Ning Zhuo lowered his head, keenly perceiving the changes in the puppet.

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!"