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

She looked inside and saw that in the depths of her spiritual being, the purple spirit was so awe-inspiring that it had formed into a lump.

"The injury has worsened..."

She sighed quietly, but did not rush back to the fairy city. Instead, she continued deep into the mountain and entered the lava fairy palace.

"Tao injury consumes memory, and over time, spirituality will also disappear."

"In the end, I will still turn into a Buddhist doctor and return to the Lava Fairy Palace on my own initiative."

Since then, Meng Yaoyin has taken the initiative to reduce the time spent with Ning Zhuo, and used euphemisms to repeatedly hint at Ning Zhuo's future separation.

Ning Zhuo huddled in bed, sobbing.

Sun Lingtong came to the bedside and asked curiously, why are you crying? Why are you still not sleeping?

Xiao Ningzhuo poked his head out from under the quilt: "I, I miss my mother."

"I, I can't sleep. Whenever I can't sleep, my mother will sing to me. Can you sing to me?"

Sun Lingtong was helpless and stuttered while singing.

Buddhist doctor Meng Yaoyin disappeared and watched this scene from behind, feeling extremely happy and relieved in his heart.

She didn't expect that the person Ning Zhuo saved at will would have a kind heart even though he was from an evil sect.

Sun Lingtong secretly spied on the Ning family and helped Ning Zhuo resist the family's erosion of family property, but Meng Yaoyin saw it all.

…

Time flies.

"It's late at night, so you should go to sleep well, otherwise you won't grow taller and your head will become dull, little Zhuo." Meng Yaoyin appeared and reminded Ning Zhuo softly, who stayed up late to read.

Ning Zhuo raised his head in surprise: "Mom, you are back!"

He raised the classic book in his hand: "Mom, I will do my best to practice the art of mechanism to help you heal your injuries. Last time, when you came back, your arm was injured."

Meng Yaoyin's eyes narrowed slightly, and her arms moved back subconsciously.

As the children grow up, they are more careful than before.

The injury on her arm was caused by killing the red flame monster in the Fire Persimmon Mountain. At that time, she lost her mind and had no memory. She relied on the actions preset by the Buddhist doctor to protect the Lava Fairy Palace, and killing the monster was one of them.

One item.

"Good boy." Meng Yaoyin was very moved and couldn't help but hug Ning Zhuo into her arms.

Ning Zhuo hugged his mother tightly. Although she had a hard doll body, he felt infinite tenderness.

He looked at the lights on the table, his eyes shining with hope, and murmured: "Mom, I will definitely become the most powerful machine monk in the world."

"I will cure your stupidity and we will be together forever!"

Meng Yaoyin's body trembled slightly.

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

She closed her eyes tightly, but no tears fell.

…

"Is this the Salesian Kindergarten?" Little Ning Zhuo looked up at the tall building, his heart filled with timidity.

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

Hiding in the corner, he stared at the machine monk on the stage and tried his best to learn how to control the puppets.

He learned a lot of mechanism theory, but he really needed the guidance of his teacher in terms of control.

Meng Yaoyin was getting worse and worse. She cherished the time when she was awake and did not want to spend her precious time teaching Ning Zhuo such trivial matters.

Ning Zhuo tried his best to learn Li Leifeng's control methods. His little fingers were tucked into his sleeves and he kept stroking, while his big eyes stared at him for a moment.

He had been mentally active for so long that after a puppet show, he was so hungry that his eyes were dazzled and his ears were buzzing.

He then picked up the cakes left over from the guests.

“It’s so, so delicious!”

…

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

He entered the school.

Classmates who knew about his situation bullied him.

"Wild boy, wild boy!"

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

"An orphan who has a mother but not a mother, Luo Luo Luo..."

Ning Zhuo suddenly turned around, his eyes were red, he clenched his fists, and growled: "I have a mother!"

The classmates were startled, and then they laughed even more fiercely.

Ning Zhuo screamed and rushed forward to fight with his classmates.

He returned home with a bruised nose and a swollen face.

Parents of classmates who fight each other come to hold them to account, but Uncle Ning is just a submissive.

Ning Zui turned around and severely punished Ning Zhuo, making him kneel down.

"You are so courageous that you beat up my grandson!"

Ning Zhuo knelt until night. He had no dinner and was so hungry that his eyes were dizzy.

Ning Ji, who had had a full meal, walked up to him with a smile, and proudly circled him several times with the lingering fragrance of the food.

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

Buddhist doctor Meng Yaoyin walked in the tunnel of Huoshu Mountain, the distance of each step was the same, the posture of walking was consistent, and there was no emotion in his eyes.

…

In the evening, school is over.

Ning Zhuo blended in with the crowd and walked out of the school.

He walked around the corner of the street, paused slightly, and saw a classmate holding his parents' hands, laughing happily.

"Big-headed monster!" Suddenly a voice shouted from behind.

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

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.

When they were far away, those classmates stood still and mocked: "Motherless wild boy, motherless big-headed monster!"

Ning Zhuo yelled 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 became fierce, suppressed his anger, turned around and left.

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

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

"Mother!" Ning Zhuo lowered his voice and ran forward happily.

Buddhist doctor Meng Yaoyin looked at him tenderly. She put on a thick and wide robe, as black as ink, so that she could walk easily in the middle of the night and also cover her injuries.

Meng Yaoyin took the initiative to hold Ning Zhuo's hand and chatted while walking.

"How is life in school?"

"They are all very good. The teachers are very kind and the classmates like to play with me."

"Why don't you spend the night at uncle's house?"

"I just suddenly felt homesick..."

Meng Yaoyin's heart was full of sadness. She was not ignorant of Ning Zhuo's situation, but after careful consideration, she still chose to watch.

Only when Ning Zhuo faces a major crisis will she take action.

It was obviously darkness, and it was obviously just a wooden palm, but Ning Zhuo felt as if he had grasped the whole world.

However, Meng Yaoyin gradually extinguished her voice, her footsteps became crisper and more regular, and 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 and keenly sensed the changes in the doll.

He squeezed his mother's hand tightly, his eyes sparkling with crystal tears, and choked with sobs: "Mom, don't worry."

"I know."

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