Fourteen years ago.
When Meng Yaoyin was dying, he told Ning Zhuo, who was only two years old.
"The Immortal City continues to be dilapidated, and the selection criteria are lowered. "Humble child, by the time you are fourteen years old, the selection criteria for the Mechanism Immortal City will be lowered to the Qi Refinement Period." This will be your biggest opportunity!"
"Humble, you have to learn the mechanics well. You have to design the mechanism by yourself, assemble it yourself, and control it yourself, these are the assessment contents of the mechanism fairy city."
"You must not use the Ning family technique to practice until the foundation building period!"
"Don't let others know about your commitment to this. Don't behave too well, your parents are gone, and no one is your real support. You have to hide yourself well, don't behave too badly, just be moderate. You have to grow up ordinary, accumulate quietly, and don't attract attention."
"Mother has seen too much, how many geniuses have died early......"
"Mother's Iron Hanjia is left for you to protect, it has the power of building a foundation."
"And this magic weapon - my Buddha's Heart Demon Seal! This is what my mother got by chance from the Lava Immortal Palace, and it must not be exposed."
After the instructions, at the last moment of her life, she fell into hesitation again: "My mother doesn't know if it's right to teach you like this."
"Humble, you have to take care of yourself. If you really can't do it, just give up the Lava Fairy Palace."
"Life comes first, my mother hopes you will live and live well!"
"If you are alive, my mother will be happy."
Two-year-old Ning Zhuo clutched his mother's bloody clothes: "Mother, mother, don't say it. I don't want you to die, you don't want to die, woowoo......"
Ning Zhuo's mother finally said: "Good boy, don't be afraid, don't be afraid...... If your mother is here, your mother will protect you underground......"
The next moment, my mother's heart stopped beating, and her hand slowly slipped off the top of Ning Zhuo's head.
Ning Zhuo was stunned, and first called softly: "Mother, mother, mother, wake up, wake up!"
Immediately, his voice amplified, threw himself into his mother's arms, and cried loudly.
Crying until he passed out.
Meng Yaoyin's soul let out a faint sigh and emerged from his body.
She reached out to touch Ning Zhuo, but she felt empty.
Meng Yaoyin's soul pinched the finger technique, and he actually used the technique of manipulating the puppet mechanism to control his corpse to stand up.
She took out the body of the stand-in that had been prepared for a long time from the storage bracelet and put it in its place.
Before leaving, she squatted down and stared quietly at Ning Zhuo's sleepy cheeks, showing a strong sense of reluctance.
After a while, she suppressed the emotions in her heart, controlled her body, went down to the underground secret room, and left with the help of the teleportation array.
She first teleported to the underground secret base, where she transited and then entered the Fire Persimmon Mountain.
She was familiar with the road and followed the tunnel to the Lava Immortal Palace.
Guided by the fairy palace treasure light, she entered the palace again.
This was her first time entering the palace after her death, and her emotions were quite complicated.
With her authority, she successfully entered the gourd furnace forest.
Her soul emitted purple light marks, and Meng Yaoyin sighed in her heart: "Even if she dies, this wound still exists. Now I just hope that after refining my spirituality, I can eliminate this Taoist injury!"
The involvement of the Dao injury caused her state to decline rapidly, and she struggled to manipulate the corpse and drill into the golden furnace.
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The flames burned, and Meng Yaoyin endured the tragic pain of burning her soul and refining her soul. But she sat quietly in the stove, enduring silently with her strong willpower, never saying a word.
"Clumsy, clumsy, if it happens this time, my mother will still be able to grow up with you."
"If it doesn't work......
She smiled sadly, but she was full of determination and did not waver at all.
"Whether it succeeds or not, she must be disheartened. She obviously has plenty of yin life, and she can go to the underworld and live for a long time. But for the sake of his son, he was willing to take risks and refine himself." Hidden in the dark, the dragon fire spirit who was paying attention to this scene was shocked.
"It's too ruthless, this is too ruthless!"
The golden furnace shattered, the Buddhist doctor flew down, and the spirit refined by Meng Yaoyin drilled into the body of the mechanism.
Long Huo Ling exclaimed: "She really made it!"
"It's so painful, I didn't say a word. I think I was wailing from beginning to end...... No, roaring again and again."
"It's really not ruthless, it's not a demon!"
Seeing the Buddhist doctor Meng Yaoyin leaving the fairy palace, Long Yan Huo Ling was satisfied: "This Meng Yaoyin is really my noble person!"
"Not only did they exploit loopholes, but they also took away my Buddha's heart and demon seals, etc. Even after death, he can still take away the Buddhist doctor, which is really too strong."
"I really hope that such a person will appear again in the future."
"A few more people, I will escape from here, it's just around the corner!"
……
Buddhist doctor Meng Yaoyin returned the same way and saw Ning Zhuo again.
She stretched out her palm and gently stroked Ning Zhuo's cheek.
Subsequently, she began to dispatch the mechanical parts in her body.
The Buddha's light was warm, like orange light, and like flowing water, flowing out of her body and instilled into Ning Zhuo's Upper Dantian Divine Sea.
"Clumsy, my mother will give you a gift."
"This is the true scripture of the Mirror Platform Psychic Technique, one of the three upper methods!"
"Mother hid the whole part in your divine sea, and if you practice this technique in the future, there will be no bottlenecks."
After doing this, the Buddhist doctor Meng Yaoyin quietly disappeared.
……
Change of mourning clothes, go to the hall, report to the temple, issue obituaries, and set up mourning halls...... Burial, mourning, vigil, funeral, burial......
Buddhist doctor Meng Yaoyin has been secretly watching and witnessing "herown" funeral, which made her feel complicated. Seeing Ning Zhuo, who looked like a puppet and was as silent as death, made her feel even more heartbroken.
She hesitated and never recognized each other.
Because of the injury!
She needed to confirm that she had gotten rid of the Dao injury. Otherwise, even if you recognize each other, it will only increase sadness and separation.
……
Buddhist doctor Meng Yaoyin stopped breathing, and his purple eyes flashed and disappeared.
"Dao hurt ......" Her heart was full of regret.
Even if he refined himself into spirituality, he did not escape this deadly entanglement.
"So, this time, how long can I exist?"
She smiled bitterly, and couldn't help but be glad that she didn't appear in front of Ning Zhuo again.
……
Late at night.
"Mother, mother, where are you, don't leave me behind......" Two-year-old Ning Zhuo curled up, hiding in the bed, having nightmares.
Meng Yaoyin revealed her figure.
She endured her sadness, walked gently to the bedside, half-knelt down, and carefully held Ning Zhuo's little hand.
She spoke softly:
Yun'er flies, Yun'er flies, flying over Baihe and Cuiwei. The stream flows around the big trees, and the sun shines on the green grass piles.
The clouds fly, the wind chases, flying over rivers and stars. The sky is far and gorgeous, and the clouds are rolling and the wind blows.
The clouds fly, the heart is tired, flying over the rainbow and the shawl. The glow in the sky gradually faded, and the moon shadow quietly reflected the darkness.
The clouds fly, the dreams return, flying through longing and sadness. Mother took you back in a dream and returned to your hometown to sleep peacefully.
In the familiar nursery rhyme, Ning Zhuo's brows gradually relaxed, relaxed, and fell asleep peacefully.
This happens more and more times.
One night, before Meng Yaoyin could sing nursery rhymes, Ning Zhuo was awakened by a nightmare and opened his eyes suddenly.
He saw a doll appear at his bedside and screamed in fright.
"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, it's your mother, it's your mother." Buddhist doctor Meng Yaoyin quickly comforted softly.
Ning Zhuo shrank to the edge of the bed in the corner, wrapped himself in the quilt, and shrank into a small ball, trembling with fear.
Buddhist doctor Meng Yaoyin was extremely heartbroken, she subconsciously reached out and wanted to touch Ning Zhuo, but she saw her mechanical arm.
Her heart trembled, she put away her hands, and half-sat on the edge of the bed.
She spoke slowly and chanted softly.
"Yun'er Fei, Yun'er Fei......"
The singing attracted Ning Zhuo, and he mustered up the courage to first open a thin slit in the quilt, then slowly widened the exit, and finally stretched out his head.
He looked at the Buddhist doctor Meng Yaoyin blankly, and gradually determined that it was his mother.
His eyes were full of tears, and when the singing ended, he suddenly lifted the quilt and ran at full speed, crashing into Meng Yaoyin's arms all of a sudden.
He shouted, tears rolling down: "Mother——!"
"Clumsy, my good clumsy." Meng Yaoyin hugged Ning Zhuo and stroked the back of Ning Zhuo's head, extremely emotional, but never shed tears.
……
Since the mother and son recognized each other, Meng Yaoyin no longer endured the pain of separation, secretly took care of Ning Zhuo every day, and secretly taught him his studies.
The main thing he taught was mechanical skills.
Only when you lose it do you know that it is precious.
Ning Zhuo was next to Meng Yaoyin, listening carefully to her every word.
"Mother, mother." Ning Zhuo called softly.
Meng Yaoyin came back to her senses.
Ning Zhuo shrank in Meng Yaoyin's arms, looked up at her with innocent eyes, and said in a milky voice: "Mother, you can't pay attention in class."
Meng Yaoyin lowered her head, kissed Ning Zhuo's brain gently, and apologized softly, while the haze in her heart secretly expanded.
She knew that this was a Taoist injury.
At first, she was almost imperceptible in her spirituality. Soon after, there was a slight purple intention.
Now, these purple intentions are already wisps of will.
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 Ning's house.
Meng Yaoyin made a decisive move.
Plop.
The sneaky figure smashed to the ground.
When Ning Zhuo saw this scene, he was shocked, his little face turned pale, and he stammered: "Mother, mother, mother, you, did you kill or kill someone?"
Meng Yaoyin shook his head: "He acts sneaky and has cultivation, so he is afraid that he is a habitual thief. However, he is not dead yet, it is just a small punishment."
Ning Zhuo was shocked when he saw the figure falling to the ground and fainting, and showed a look of unbearability and pity: "He is still a child like me."
"Mother, you say, if we leave him here, will he lose blood and die?"
Meng Yaoyin smiled a little: "Do 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 learn a profound lesson, so she said: "That's up to you. It's just what you want to save, you can do it yourself, don't rely on your mother."
Ning Zhuo was immediately happy: "Thank you, mother!"
He got permission and hurriedly dragged Sun Lingtong into the small courtyard.