After a trance, Meng Yaoyin came back to her senses, only to find that she was no longer in Huoshi Fairy City, but in Huoshi Mountain. She looked inward and saw that the purple spirit was deep in her spirituality and had already formed into a block. "The injury has worsened again..." She sighed faintly, but did not rush back to the fairy city, but continued to go deep into the mountain and entered the Lava Fairy Palace. "Tao injuries wear away memories, and over time, spirituality will also disappear." "In the end, I will still return to being a Buddhist doctor and take the initiative to return to the Lava Fairy Palace." Since then, Meng Yaoyin has taken the initiative to reduce the time she spends with Ning Zhuo, and has used euphemistic methods to repeatedly hint at Ning Zhuo's future separation. Ning Zhuo huddled in the quilt, sobbing. Sun Lingtong came to the bed and asked curiously, what are you crying for? Why aren't you sleeping yet? Little Ning Zhuo poked his head out of the quilt: "I, I miss my mother."
"I, I can't sleep. Whenever I can't sleep, my mother will sing for me. Can you sing for me?" Sun Lingtong was helpless and sang stutteringly. Buddhist doctor Meng Yaoyin disappeared and watched this scene from behind, feeling extremely fortunate and relieved. She didn't expect that the person Ning Zhuo saved casually, although from an evil sect, had a kind heart. Sun Lingtong secretly spied on the Ning family's land and helped Ning Zhuo resist the erosion of the family property by the clan members, which were all 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 brain will become stupid, little Zhuo." Meng Yaoyin appeared and gently reminded Ning Zhuo who was reading by lamplight at night. Ning Zhuo raised his head in surprise: "Mom, you are back!" He raised the book in his hand: "Mom, I will do my best to practice mechanical arts and help you heal. Last time, when you came back, your arm was injured." Meng Yaoyin's eyes narrowed slightly, and her arm subconsciously moved back. The child has grown up and is more careful than before. The injury on her arm was left by killing the red flame monster in Huoshi Mountain. At that time, she lost her mind and had no memory. Relying on the actions preset by the Buddhist doctor, she protected the Lava Fairy Palace, and killing monsters was one of them. "Good child." Meng Yaoyin was very moved and couldn't help hugging Ning Zhuo in her arms. Ning Zhuo hugged his mother tightly. Although he was a hard puppet body, he felt infinite tenderness. He looked at the lights on the table, his eyes flashing with hope, and murmured: "Mom, I will definitely become the most powerful mechanical monk in the world." "I will cure your stupidity, and we will be together forever!" Meng Yaoyin's body trembled slightly. For a moment, she was overwhelmed by the endless sadness.
She closed her eyes tightly, but no tears fell. … "Is this the Charity Garden?" Little Ning Zhuo looked up at the tall building, his heart 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 monk on the stage, trying his best to learn the technique of manipulating puppets. He learned a lot of mechanical theories, but he really needed the guidance of the master in the manipulation. Meng Yaoyin was getting worse and worse, and she cherished the time when she was conscious, and was unwilling to use her precious time to teach Ning Zhuo these details. Ning Zhuo tried his best to learn Li Leifeng's manipulation method, his small ten fingers were tucked into his sleeves and kept moving, and his big eyes stared at him without blinking. He worked too hard mentally, so that after a puppet show, he was hungry, even hungry, and his eyes were blurry and his ears were buzzing. He picked up the cakes left by the guests. "It's so delicious!" ... Finally, Ning Zhuo was adopted by his great uncle Ning Ze. He entered the school. Classmates who knew about his situation bullied him. "Wild child, wild child!" "Big-headed monster, big-headed monster!" "An orphan born by a mother but not raised by a mother, lululu..." Ning Zhuo suddenly turned around, his eyes were red, his fists were clenched, and he growled: "I have a mother!" The classmates were startled, and then they laughed at him in a more intense manner. Ning Zhuo screamed and rushed up to wrestle with his classmates. He returned home with a bruised face. The parents of the classmates who had fought each other came to hold them accountable, and the great uncle Ning Ze was submissive. Ning Ze turned around and severely punished Ning Zhuo, forcing him to kneel down. "You are so brave that you beat the grandson of the old man!" Ning Zhuo knelt until the evening, without dinner, and he was so hungry that his eyes were dizzy. Ning Ji, who had had a full meal, walked up to him with a smile, and with the lingering fragrance of the food, he proudly circled around him several times. "Mom, where are you? Woo woo woo..." Ning Zhuo could only cry in his heart.
Buddhist doctor Meng Yaoyin walked in the tunnel of Huoshi 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 was over. Ning Zhuo mixed in the crowd and walked out of the school. He walked around the corner of the street and paused slightly. He saw a classmate holding his parents' hands and laughing happily. "Big-headed monster!" Suddenly there was a shout behind him. The next moment, Ning Zhuo was pushed down by someone behind him. He stood up angrily and wanted to take revenge, but saw several classmates running away with wanton ridicule. For a moment, he didn't know who to chase. As they got farther away, those classmates stood there again, mocking, "You wild child without a mother, you big-headed monster without a mother!" Ning Zhuo yelled and chased after him angrily. In the end, he was locked outside Wang Lan's house because he came home too late. He got angry, suppressed his anger, and turned away. He left Ning Ze's house and rushed to his own courtyard. A familiar figure suddenly appeared on the dim and deserted path. "Mom!" 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, as black as ink, so that she could walk conveniently in the middle of the night and cover her injuries. Meng Yaoyin took the initiative to hold Ning Zhuo's hand and chatted while walking. "How is life in school?" "It's all good. The teachers are very kind, and my classmates like to play with me." "Why don't you stay overnight at your uncle's house?" "I just suddenly miss home..." Meng Yaoyin's heart was filled with bitterness. She was not completely unaware of Ning Zhuo's situation, but after careful consideration, she chose to watch. She would only take action when Ning Zhuo was in a serious crisis. It was clearly darkness, and it was just a wooden palm, but Ning Zhuo felt like he had the whole world in his hands. However, Meng Yaoyin gradually died down, her footsteps became crisp and regular, her eyes were dull, like a zombie. The gentle maternal breath seemed to be swallowed up by the darkness around her. Ning Zhuo lowered his head and keenly sensed the changes in the puppet.
He clenched his mother's palm, tears flashing in his eyes, and choked up and said, "Mom, don't worry." "I know." "I'm not a child without my mother's love!"