After a trance, Meng Yaoyin came back to her senses, but found that she was no longer in the Fire Persimmon Immortal City, but entered the Fire Persimmon Mountain.
She looked inward and saw that in the depths of her spirituality, the purple intention was proud, and it had been formed into a lump.
"The injury has deepened......
She sighed faintly, but did not rush back to the Immortal City, but continued to go deep into the mountain and enter the Lava Immortal Palace.
"Taoist injuries wear away memories, and over time, spirituality will also disappear."
"In the end, I will still be restored to a Buddhist doctor and take the initiative to return to the Lava Immortal Palace."
Since then, Meng Yaoyin has taken the initiative to reduce the time she spends with Ning Zhuo, and uses tactful methods to hint at Ning Zhuo's future separation many times.
Ning Zhuo shrank in the bed and cried.
Sun Lingtong came to the bedside and asked curiously, why are you crying? Why haven't you slept yet?
Xiao Ningzhuo poked his head out of the bed: "I, I miss my mother."
"I, I can't sleep. Whenever I couldn't sleep, my mother would sing to me. Can you sing it to me?"
Sun Lingtong was helpless and stammered.
Buddhist doctor Meng Yaoyin disappeared and watched this scene from behind, feeling extremely happy and relieved.
She didn't expect that the person who was randomly asked to be saved by Ning Zhuo, although he was from an evil sect, had good intentions.
Sun Lingtong secretly spies on the Ning family's land and helps Ning Zhuo resist the erosion of the family property by the clan, all of which are seen by Meng Yaoyin.
……
Time flies.
"It's late at night, you should go to bed well, otherwise you won't grow taller, and your head will become stupid, Xiaozhuo." Meng Yaoyin appeared and softly reminded Ning Zhuo, who was reading at night with a lamp.
Ning Zhuo raised his head in surprise: "Mother, you are back!"
He raised the classics in his hand: "Mother, I will definitely do my best to practice mechanical techniques to help you heal your wounds. Last time, when you came back, your arm hurt."
Meng Yaoyin's eyes shrank slightly, and her arm moved back subconsciously.
The child has grown up and is more attentive than before.
The injury on her arm was left by killing the red flame monster beast in the fire persimmon mountain. At that time, she lost her mind and had no memory, relying on the preset actions of the Buddhist doctor to protect the lava fairy palace and kill monsters.
"Good boy." Meng Yaoyin was very moved and couldn't help but hug Ning Zhuo into his arms.
Ning Zhuo hugged his mother tightly, although it was a hard puppet body, he felt infinite tenderness.
He looked at the lights on the table, his eyes flashed with hope, and he muttered: "Mother, I will definitely become the most powerful mechanism monk in the world."
"I will cure your dementia, we will be together forever!"
Meng Yaoyin's body trembled slightly.
For a while, endless sadness made her unable to control herself.
She closed her eyes tightly, but no tears fell.
……
"Is this the Salesian Garden?" Xiao Xiao Ning looked up at the tall building, his heart full of timidity.
But thinking of his mother, he gritted his teeth and blended into the crowd.
Hiding in the corner, he stared at the mechanism monk on the stage, trying his best to learn how to control the puppet.
He learned a lot of mechanism theory, but he really needed the guidance of his teacher in control.
Meng Yaoyin's condition deteriorated, and she cherished the time when she was sober, and was unwilling to spend her precious time teaching Ning Zhuo these details.
Ning Zhuo desperately learned Li Leifeng's manipulation methods, his little ten fingers shrunk into his sleeves and kept scratching, and a pair of big eyes stared at him for a moment.
He was so mentally active that after a puppet show, he was so hungry that his eyes were blurred and his ears were buzzing.
He picked up the leftover pastries from the guests.
"It's so delicious!"
……
Finally, Ning Zhuo was also adopted by his uncle Bo Ning.
He entered the school.
Classmates who knew his situation bullied him.
"Wild child, wild child!"
"Big head, big head!"
"Orphans with mothers and no mothers, slightly ......"
Ning Zhuo turned around suddenly, his eyes were already red, his fists were clenched, and he roared: "I have a mother!"
The students were startled, and then mocked with a more fierce attitude.
Ning Zhuo shouted and rushed up to scuffle with his classmates.
He went home with a blue nose and a swollen face.
The parents of the classmates who beat each other came to hold them accountable, and Da Bening reproached them submissively.
Ning Zhi turned around, severely punished Ning Zhuo, and punished him to kneel.
"You are not timid, you actually beat the grandson of the old man!"
Ning Zhuo knelt until night, there was no dinner, and he was so hungry that his eyes were dizzy.
Ning Ji, who had a full meal, walked up to him with a smile, and circled around him triumphantly several times with the aftertaste of the meal.
"Mother, where are you? Woowoo......" Ning Zhuo only dared to cry in his heart.
Buddhist doctor Meng Yaoyin walked in the tunnel of Huoshiki Mountain, the distance of each step was the same, the posture of walking was always the same, and there was no emotion in his eyes.
……
In the evening, school is over.
Ning Zhuo mingled in the crowd and walked out of the school.
He walked across the corner of the street, his steps paused slightly, and he saw a classmate holding his parents' hands, laughing happily.
"Big head!" Suddenly there was a shout behind him.
The next moment, Ning Zhuo was pushed down hard behind him.
He got up angrily and wanted to take revenge, but he saw several classmates scattering and fleeing with wanton ridicule.
For a while, he didn't know who to chase.
Far away, those classmates stood there again, mocking: "Motherless wild child, motherless monster!"
Ning Zhuo roared and chased after him angrily.
In the end, he was locked out of the house by Wang Lan because he returned home too late.
He was ruthless, held back his anger, turned around and left.
He left Ning Zhi's residence and rushed to his small courtyard.
On the dimly lit and uninhabited path, a familiar figure suddenly appeared.
"Mother!" Ning Zhuo lowered his voice and ran forward happily.
Buddhist doctor Meng Yaoyin looked at him gently. She put on a thick and wide robe, which was as black as ink, so that she could walk easily in the middle of the night and hide her injuries.
Meng Yaoyin took the initiative to take Ning Zhuo's hand and chatted as she walked.
"How is life in the school?"
"It's all good. The teachers are very kind, and my classmates like to play with me."
"Why don't you spend the night at my uncle's house?"
"I just suddenly feel homesick......"
Meng Yaoyin's heart was full of sorrow. She was not ignorant of Ning Zhuo's situation, but after thinking about it, she still chose to stand by.
Only when Ning Zhuo showed a major crisis would she take action.
It was obviously a darkness, obviously just a wooden palm, but Ning Zhuo felt like he had grasped the whole world.
However, Meng Yaoyin gradually turned off her voice, her footsteps became crisp and regular, her eyes were dull, like a zombie.
The gentle maternal breath seemed to be swallowed up by the surrounding darkness.
Ning Zhuo lowered his head, keenly perceiving the changes in the doll.
He clenched his mother's palm, tears flashed in his eyes, and choked up: "Mother, don't worry."
"I know."
"I'm not a child who doesn't have the love of my mother!"