Mysteries of Immortal Puppet Master

He gazed blankly at Buddhist Physician Meng Yaoyin, gradually confirming that it was indeed his mother.

His eyes filled with tears, and as the song ended, he flung the covers aside, ran at full speed, and crashed into Meng Yaoyin’s arms.

He shouted, tears streaming down: “Mom—!”

“My dear Zhuo, my good Zhuo,” Meng Yaoyin hugged Ning Zhuo, her hand stroking the back of his head, deeply moved, yet no tears fell.

…

Now that mother and son had recognized each other, Meng Yaoyin no longer resisted the pain of separation, secretly caring for Ning Zhuo daily, and secretly taught him his studies.

Primarily, she taught him Mechanical Techniques.

One only knows the value when it’s lost.

Ning Zhuo stayed close to Meng Yaoyin, listening intently to every word she said.

“Mom, Mom,” Ning Zhuo called gently.

Meng Yaoyin came back to her senses.

Ning Zhuo nestled in Meng Yaoyin’s arms, looking up at her with innocent eyes, his voice childishly serious: “Mom, you can’t lose focus during lessons.”

Meng Yaoyin looked down, gently kissed Ning Zhuo on the forehead, and softly apologized, the gloom in her heart expanding secretly.

She knew it was the Dao injury acting up.

Initially, her Spiritual Nature hardly noticed it. But soon, slight hints of purple appeared.

Now, these hints were like strands.

Scenes from the past began to repeat; Meng Yaoyin knew her time was once again running short.

Her heart was filled with sadness and feeling lost. She didn’t know how to explain the truth to Ning Zhuo.

…

A sneaky figure appeared near the Ning Mansion.

Meng Yaoyin acted decisively.

Thump.

The sneaky figure crashed to the ground.

Ning Zhuo witnessed this scene, his face turning pale, stammering, “Mom, Mom, Mom, you, you killed, killed someone?”

Meng Yaoyin shook her head: “He moved sneakily, carrying cultivation, likely a habitual thief. But he’s not dead, just a light punishment.”

Seeing the figure passed out on the ground, Ning Zhuo expressed shock but also compassion: “He’s just a child like me.”

“Mom, do you think, if we leave him here, will he die from blood loss?”

Meng Yaoyin smiled slightly: “Do you want to save him?”

“Yes!” Ning Zhuo nodded repeatedly.

Thinking of her limited time left, Meng Yaoyin decided it was a good opportunity for Ning Zhuo to learn a profound lesson and replied, “Then it’s up to you. But since you want to save him, do it yourself, don’t rely on Mom.”

Ning Zhuo was overjoyed: “Thank you Mom!”

Allowed to do so, he quickly dragged Sun Lingtong into the courtyard.