Immortal Creation

Fourteen years ago.

When Meng Yaoyin was dying, she gave advice to Ning Zhuo, who was only two years old.

"The Fairy City continues to be ruined, and the selection standards are lowered accordingly. Zhuoer, when you are fourteen years old, the selection standards of the Immortal City will be lowered to the Qi Refining Stage. This will be your biggest opportunity!"

"Zhuoer, you must learn the art of mechanism well. You must personally design, assemble, and control the mechanism creation yourself. These are all the assessment contents of the mechanism fairy city."

"You must never use the Ning family's exercises to reach the foundation building stage!"

"Don't let others know your investment in this area. Don't perform too well. Your parents are gone and no one can really rely on you. You should hide yourself well and don't perform too poorly. Just be average. You have to grow up in an ordinary way, accumulate quietly, and don’t attract attention.”

"Mom has seen too much, how many days have passed since then..."

"My mother's iron armor is left for you to protect yourself. It has the power to build a foundation."

"There is also this magic weapon - my Buddha's Heart Demonic Seal! This was obtained by luck from my mother in the Lava Immortal Palace. It must not be exposed."

After finishing the instructions, at the last moment of her life, she fell into hesitation again: "Mom doesn't know whether it is right to teach you this way."

"Zhuoer, you have to take good care of yourself. If it doesn't work, just give up on Lava Fairy Palace."

"Life is the first priority. Mom hopes you live and live well!"

"My mother will be happy if you are alive."

Two-year-old Ning Zhuo clutched her mother's bloody clothes tightly: "Mom, mother, please stop talking. I don't want you to die, you don't want to die, wuwuwu..."

Mother Ning Zhuo finally said: "Good boy, don't be afraid, don't be afraid... Mother is here, mother, mother will protect you underground..."

The next moment, her mother's heart stopped beating and her hand slowly slipped from Ning Zhuo's head.

Ning Zhuo was stunned, and first whispered softly: "Mother, mother, mother, wake up, wake up!"

Immediately, his voice became louder, he threw himself into his mother's arms, and cried loudly.

I cried until I passed out.

Meng Yaoyin's soul let out a faint sigh and emerged from his body.

She stretched out her hand to touch Ning Zhuo, but her touch was in vain.

Meng Yaoyin's soul pinched her fingers, and she actually used the technique of controlling the puppet mechanism to control her body to stand up.

She took out the body substitute that she had prepared for a long time from the storage bracelet and placed it in its place.

Before leaving, she squatted down and stared quietly at Ning Zhuo's sleeping cheek, showing a strong feeling 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 transferred and then entered the Fire Persimmon Mountain.

She followed the familiar road and arrived at the Lava Fairy Palace along the tunnel.

Under the guidance of the precious light of the Immortal Palace, she entered the palace again.

This was the first time she entered the palace after her death, and her emotions were quite complicated.

With her power, she successfully entered the Calabash Furnace Forest.

Her soul emitted purple traces of light, and Meng Yaoyin sighed in her heart: "Even if she dies, this injury will still exist. Now I only hope that after refining her spirituality, this injury can be eliminated!"

The injuries involved caused her condition to decline rapidly, and she struggled to control the body and get into the golden furnace.

Cremation Prajna Interpretation Sutra!

The flames burned, and Meng Yaoyin endured the terrible pain of burning her soul and refining her soul. But she sat quietly in the fire, enduring it silently with strong willpower, never saying a word.

"My dear, my dear, if you succeed this time, my mother will be able to grow up with you."

"If it doesn't work..."

She smiled sadly, but she was firm and without any wavering.

"Whether she succeeds or not, she must be in a state of despair. She obviously has plenty of life and can travel to the underworld and live for many more years. But for the sake of her son, she is willing to take risks and refine herself." Hiding in the dark, watching The dragon turtle fire spirit was shocked by this scene.

"It's so cruel, this bitch is so cruel!"

The golden furnace shattered, the Buddhist doctor flew down, and the spirit refined by Meng Yaoyin penetrated into the body of the machine.

Dragon Turtle Fire Spirit exclaimed: "She really made it!"

"The pain was so severe that I didn't say a word. I think back then, I was wailing from beginning to end...no, roaring."

"It's true that if a person is not ruthless, he will not become a devil!"

Seeing the Buddhist doctor Meng Yaoyin leave the Immortal Palace, the dragon turtle fire spirit was satisfied: "This Meng Yaoyin is really my noble one!"

"Not only did he find a loophole in the camp, but he also took away my Buddha's heart, demon seal, etc. Even after death, he can also take away the Buddhist doctor. It's really powerful."

"I really hope that such a character will appear again in the future."

"With a few more, my escape from here will be just around the corner!"

…

Buddhist doctor Meng Yaoyin returned the same way and saw Ning Zhuo again.

She stretched out her palm and gently touched Ning Zhuo's cheek.

Then, she began to regulate the mechanical parts in her body.

The Buddha's light was warm, like orange light, and like running water. It flowed out of her body and poured into the divine sea of ​​Ning Zhuo's upper Dantian.

"Zhuoer, mother will give you a gift."

"This is the true scripture of the Mirror Platform Channeling Technique, one of the three sects of magic!"

"Mother has hidden the entire chapter in your divine sea. If you practice this technique in the future, you will definitely have no bottlenecks."

After doing this, Buddhist doctor Meng Yaoyin quietly disappeared.

…

Changing the shroud, going to the hall, reporting to the temple, issuing obituaries, setting up mourning halls...encoffining, hanging sacrifices, wakes, funerals, burials...

Buddhist doctor Meng Yaoyin had been watching secretly, and witnessed "her" funeral with her own eyes, which made her feel complicated. Seeing Ning Zhuo, who looked like a puppet and was silent as death, made her feel extremely heartbroken.

She hesitated and never recognized him.

Because of the Tao injury!

She needed to confirm that she had gotten rid of the Tao injury. Otherwise, even if they recognized each other, it would only increase sadness and separation.

…

Buddhist doctor Meng Yaoyin stopped breathing, and her eyes flashed purple.

"Tao injury..." Her heart was full of regret.

Even if she refined herself into a spiritual being, she could not escape the entanglement of this life-threatening situation.

"So, this time, how long can I exist?"

She smiled bitterly, and couldn't help but feel fortunate that she didn't appear in front of Ning Zhuo again.

…

Late at night.

"Mom, mom, where are you, don't leave me..." The two-year-old Ning Zhuo curled up in the quilt, having a nightmare.

Meng Yaoyin showed up.

She suppressed her sadness, walked gently to the bedside, half-knelt down, and carefully held Ning Zhuo's little hand.

She spoke softly:

The clouds fly, the clouds fly, flying over Baihe and Cuiwei. The stream gurgles around the big trees, and the sun shines on the green grass.

The clouds fly, the wind chases, flying over the rivers and stars. The sky is high and the earth is far away, so gorgeous, the clouds roll and the wind blows.

The clouds fly, the heart is tired, flying over the rainbow and the rosy veil. The rosy light in the sky gradually fades, and the moon shadow quietly reflects the dark sky.

The clouds fly, the dreams return, flying over the longing and sadness. Mother takes you home in the dream, and goes back to your hometown to sleep peacefully.

In the familiar nursery rhyme, Ning Zhuo's brows gradually stretched, relaxed, and fell asleep peacefully.

This happened more and more often.

One night, before Meng Yaoyin started singing the nursery rhyme, Ning Zhuo was awakened by a nightmare and opened his eyes suddenly.

He saw a doll appear at the head of his bed and screamed in fear.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, it's mother, it's mother." Buddhist doctor Meng Yaoyin hurriedly comforted softly.

Ning Zhuo shrank to the bed against the corner of the wall, wrapped tightly in the quilt, huddled into a small ball, trembling with fear.

Buddhist doctor Meng Yaoyin was extremely heartbroken. She subconsciously reached out to touch Ning Zhuo, but saw her mechanical arm.

Her heart trembled, she put away her hand, and half sat on the edge of the bed.

She slowly opened her mouth and sang softly.

"Yun'er Fei, Yun'er Fei..."

The singing attracted Ning Zhuo. He mustered up his courage, first opened a small gap in the quilt, then slowly expanded the exit, and finally stuck his big head out.

He stared at Buddhist doctor Meng Yaoyin blankly, and gradually determined that it was his mother.

His eyes were full of tears. When the singing ended, he suddenly lifted the quilt, ran at full speed, and suddenly crashed into Meng Yaoyin's arms.

He shouted, tears rolling down: "Mother——!"

"Zhu'er, my good Zhu'er." Meng Yaoyin hugged Ning Zhuo, stroked the back of Ning Zhuo's head, extremely emotional, but no tears fell.

...

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 she taught was the art of machinery.

Only when you lose it, you know the value.

Ning Zhuo clung to Meng Yaoyin and listened carefully to every word she said.

"Mother, mother." Ning Zhuo called softly.

Meng Yaoyin came back to her senses.

Ning Zhuo huddled in Meng Yaoyin's arms, looking up at her with innocent eyes, and said in a baby voice: "Mother, you can't be inattentive in class."

Meng Yaoyin lowered her head and gently kissed Ning Zhuo's forehead, apologized softly, and the haze in her heart expanded secretly.

She knew that it was the Tao injury that was causing the trouble.

At first, she could hardly detect it in her spirituality. Soon after, a slight purple aura appeared.

Now, these purple auras have become strands.

The past scene began to happen again, and Meng Yaoyin knew that she once again had not much time left.

Her heart was filled with 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 acted decisively.

Plop.

The sneaky figure fell to the ground.

Ning Zhuo was shocked when he saw this scene. His face turned pale and he stammered: "Mother, mother, mother, you, you killed, killed someone?"

Meng Yaoyin shook her head: "He was sneaky and had cultivation skills. I'm afraid he was a habitual thief. However, he is not dead yet. It's just a small punishment."

Ning Zhuo was shocked when he saw the figure lying on the ground and fainted. He showed pity and compassion: "He is still a child like me."

"Mother, if we leave him here, will he die of blood loss?"

Meng Yaoyin smiled: "Do you want to save him?"

"Yes!" Ning Zhuo nodded repeatedly.

Meng Yaoyin thought that she didn't have much time left, so she might as well take this opportunity to let Ning Zhuo learn a profound lesson, so she said: "Then it's up to you. But if you want to save him, you should do it yourself, don't rely on mother."

Ning Zhuo was immediately happy: "Thank you, mother!"

He got permission and hurriedly dragged Sun Lingtong into the courtyard.