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A week passed quietly, and Mo Heng had completely recovered. He was wearing a gorgeous brocade robe and sitting on the main throne, emitting an invisible majesty.

His face was as calm as water, without any emotion, but the powerful aura made Yang Laodao, who was present, feel extremely depressed and almost unable to breathe smoothly.

Taoist Yang couldn't help feeling a little uneasy. He tried to regulate his breathing and tried to keep himself calm.

There were only Taoist Yang and Mo Heng in the entire study. At this moment, due to Taoist Yang's words, there was a tense atmosphere in the air, as if the air had become solemn.

Yang Laodao couldn't see through the young man in his twenties and didn't know if his words would be believed by him.

After all, no one would believe that the lover you sleep with is actually dead.

Taoist Yang swallowed his saliva, suppressed his uneasiness, and explained, "Yes, Master Mo, when I was dispelling the Yin Qi in the Mo Mansion, I opened my clairvoyance and discovered that your wife was carrying an extremely heavy Yin Qi. If a normal person had such Yin Qi, they would be unconscious like you, but your wife is able to move around perfectly fine. Even if it's not a ghost, it must be some extremely Yin thing. Prolonged contact will be harmful to the body."

Mo Heng's breathing was steady, and his face was still emotionless. He lowered his eyes and looked at Yang Lao and said, "Then it's up to you. What should we do in this situation?"

Hearing this, Yang Laodao couldn't help but look up at the man sitting on the main seat. There was no emotion in the man's eyes. Yang Laodao was not sure what kind of feelings the Mo family leader had for his wife, whether he loved her or not...

Taoist Yang thought about it for a while. How could a wealthy businessman let his life be threatened because of a little emotion?

Feeling he had seen through Mo Heng's selfish nature, Taoist Yang felt relieved and said bluntly, "Your Madam has a very strong Yin energy. She needs years of purification to remove the Yin energy from her body, return to the Yin and Yang path, and enter the cycle of reincarnation. If Master Mo is at ease, you can leave Madam Chu in the hands of Yang."

Mo Heng smiled bitterly upon hearing this. "Xiaojun and I have been married for several years, and it's not easy for us to part ways. Master Yang, do you have any other ways to help him?"

Taoist Yang felt that Mo Heng was merely acting to maintain the illusion of being his "beloved wife," so he didn't try to coax him. He said, "Madam Mo is essentially dead, but she's been left in this world by accident. Her appearance won't change for ten thousand years. If she knew she was dead, there's no guarantee she wouldn't become a demon. A gradual purification is the best way for Madam Mo to end up."

"If it is purified, it will be completely successful in a few years." Mo Heng's eyes lit up briefly, but Taoist Yang did not see it.

Taoist Yang thought Mo Heng was worried that Chu Jun would come back to cause trouble for him, so he didn't think much about it and replied, "About three years. But don't worry, Master Mo, I will keep him in custody."

The word "imprisonment" hit Mo Heng right in the bud. Mo Heng's expression became even more harmless, with a hint of helplessness. He said to Taoist Yang, "Master Yang, you've worked hard over the past two days. Go back and rest for a while. I need to think about this matter again. After all, we've been married for many years."

Upon hearing this, Taoist Yang lowered his head and took his leave with Mo Heng. Naturally, he did not notice that Mo Heng was looking at his back with eyes that seemed to want to kill him on the spot.

Taoist Yang felt that he had already reached an agreement with Mo Heng, and he just needed to take Mo Heng away when the time came, and then return to the guest room to rest in peace.

Mo Heng snapped his fingers, and a dark guard dressed in black came down from the beam.

"Owner."

The Mo family employed a total of twelve secret guards who were responsible for secretly protecting the safety of their master's family.

Common people are naturally not allowed to keep secret guards, but the Mohist School is an exception. These twelve secret guards are a grace bestowed upon the Mohist School by the current emperor.

After all, the Mohist family is now rich enough to rival a country, and has paid tribute to the royal family with countless rare treasures. They are also popular in the eyes of the emperor. Naturally, the emperor does not want the Mohist family to get into trouble easily.

Now, three of the twelve secret guards followed Mo Heng, six followed Chu Jun, and the rest followed the old patriarch, the old lady, and the patriarch's younger brother.

Just by looking at the distribution of numbers, one can tell who really has the final say in the Mohist School. How could that Taoist priest Yang have the guts to say that he wants to take away the wife of their master?

When Taoist Yang said the word "imprisonment", the secret guards on the beams of the house were so frightened that they almost fell off the beams. They were afraid that the master of the house would kill the Taoist priest in a fit of impulse, which would not be good.

Mrs. Mo has a very sensitive nose. She smelled the blood, which was hard to explain. She had to deal with the scene carefully.

Mo Heng sat by the window, one hand gently supporting his chin, staring deeply at the gradually darkening night outside the window.

Tonight's sky is covered with thick dark clouds, as if a huge curtain obscured the entire sky, making it impossible for the bright moonlight to penetrate the haze and shine on the earth.

The beautiful courtyard and clear pond of the past seemed blurred in the darkness.

Those familiar corners and shadows seemed to be silently telling of some unknown horror, as if something terrible was lurking in the darkness, ready to rush out and devour everything at any time.

"Deal with that Taoist priest and search out all the useful things." Mo Heng seemed to have finally come to his senses. He didn't even look at the secret guard kneeling on the ground, but just muttered to himself.

"Yes." An Yi disappeared into the night.

An Yi had not been assigned this kind of work for several years, and he doubted whether his professionalism was still there. He was more cautious when doing the work, and did not come back to report until an hour later.

Mo Heng looked at the scrolls and some magical instruments brought back by the secret guard, and an idea kept turning in his mind for a long time.

"Master, Madam sent me to ask you, will you be going back tonight?" There was a sound of a servant knocking on the door.

Hearing this, Mo Heng didn't dare to hesitate for a moment. He didn't care about what An Yi brought back. He quickly stood up and walked out of the study: "I'm going back, of course I'm going back. How can I let my wife wait?"

The servant has gotten used to it. It would be strange if the master didn't go back to the master bedroom to sleep every night.

When the master of the house went out, she would follow quickly with a lantern in hand to light the way for him, fearing that he would sprain his ankle if he walked too fast.

Mo Heng returned to the bedroom and saw Chu Jun waiting for him on the bed with a hot water bottle in her arms. He felt guilty. He actually shouldn't have left his wife waiting alone on the bed for an irrelevant person.

Mo Heng, who had just bathed warmly, quickly went to bed and hugged the beauty, thinking of doing some exercises to warm Chu Jun's body.

Chu Jun really wanted to kick his shameless lover away, but he was also very cold, and Mo Heng's body was really warm.

The next day, the servants of the Mo family saw the master being driven out of the door by his wife again, and they were banging on the door to appease him.

"Oh, I have to walk around the main entrance again today."