Mysteries of Immortal Puppet Master

The Golden Furnace shattered, and the Buddhist Physician descended; Meng Yaoyin’s refined spirit entered the Mechanical Body.

The Dragon Turtle Fire Spirit marveled, “She really did refine herself!”

“Such intense pain, yet she didn’t make a sound. Back then, I was screaming from beginning to end… no, roaring continuously.”

“Indeed, without ruthlessness, one cannot become a demon.”

Seeing the Buddhist Physician Meng Yaoyin leave the Immortal Palace, the Dragon Turtle Fire Spirit felt satisfied, “This Meng Yaoyin truly is a benefactor to me!”

“Not only did she exploit a loophole and took away things like the Buddha Heart Demon Seal and more. Even after death, she could take the Buddhist Physician; she is simply too strong.”

“I really hope more such characters appear in the future.”

“With a few more, my escape from here is almost certain!”

…

Buddhist Physician Meng Yaoyin returned by the same path, and saw Ning Zhuo again.

She extended her Mechanical Arm and gently caressed Ning Zhuo’s cheek.

Then, she began adjusting the mechanisms within her body.

Buddha-like warmth, resembling orange light and flowing water, emanated from her body, pouring into Ning Zhuo’s Upper Dantian Divine Sea.

“Zhuo, mom has a gift for you.”

“This is the true scripture of the Mirror Stand Spirit Communication Technique, one of the Three Superior Sect Techniques!”

“Mom has hidden the entire scripture within your Divine Sea. If you cultivate this technique in the future, you will face no bottlenecks.”

Having done this, the Buddhist Physician Meng Yaoyin quietly faded from sight.

…

Changing mourning clothes, entering the hall, reporting to the temple, issuing the funeral announcement, setting up the mourning hall… placing in the coffin, memorial service, vigil, funeral procession, burial…

Buddhist Physician Meng Yaoyin observed covertly from the shadows, witnessing “her own” funeral, which evoked complex feelings in her. Seeing Ning Zhuo, resembling a puppet, dead silent, caused her immense heartache.

She hesitated, never revealing herself.

Because of the Dao injury!

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

…

Buddhist Physician Meng Yaoyin stopped her breathing exercises, her eyes flashing purple for an instant.

“Dao injury…” her heart was filled with regret.

Even having refined herself into a being of Spiritual Nature, she couldn’t escape this fate-binding affliction.

“So, how much longer can I exist this time?”

She sighed bitterly, feeling fortunate she hadn’t appeared before Ning Zhuo again.

…

Late at night.

“Mom, Mom, where are you? Don’t leave me…” Two-year-old Ning Zhuo curled up, hiding under the covers, having a nightmare.

Meng Yaoyin revealed herself.

She resisted the sadness and walked softly to the bed, kneeling down and carefully grasping Ning Zhuo’s little hand.

She began softly:

Clouds fly, clouds fly, flying over Bai River and Cuiwei. Brook waters babble around great trees, sunlight scattered over the mounds of green grass.

Clouds fly, winds chase, flying over rivers and starlight. The sky high and land vast, so brilliant, clouds rolling and floating at the wind’s mercy.

Clouds fly, hearts tire, flying over rainbows and rosy clouds. The colors in the sky gradually fade, moonlight quietly illuminating the darkness.

Clouds fly, dreams return, flying over longing and sorrow. In a mother’s dream, she leads you home, back to a peaceful sleep in your hometown.

Amidst the familiar lullaby, Ning Zhuo’s brows gradually relaxed, he relaxed and peacefully fell asleep.

This became more frequent.

One night, before Meng Yaoyin could start the lullaby, Ning Zhuo awoke from a nightmare, eyes wide in shock.

He saw a puppet appear at the head of his bed, and screamed in terror.

“Don’t be afraid, don’t be afraid, it’s Mom, your Mom,” Buddhist Physician Meng Yaoyin quickly reassured with a gentle voice.

Ning Zhuo retreated to the bed corner against the wall, wrapping himself tightly in the blanket, curling into a small ball, trembling in fear.

Buddhist Physician Meng Yaoyin’s heart shattered, she instinctively reached out to touch Ning Zhuo but saw her mechanical arm.

Her heart trembled, she withdrew her hand and sat half-upright on the bed.

She slowly began to sing softly.

“Clouds fly, clouds fly…”

The song attracted Ning Zhuo, who mustered the courage and first peeked through a tiny gap in the blanket, then gradually widened the opening until finally, his big head poked out.