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Heng Wu raised his eyes from the scriptures and looked at the little white flower that was becoming increasingly pink. Puzzle flashed across his slightly raised eyes, and he wondered what was wrong with this little flower.

The slender fingers touched the pink and white petals: "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

Only after the little white flower shook its flower left and right did Mo Heng feel relieved and smiled gently at it.

Question: This cold and handsome monk is the only one who has seen him smile, and he only cares about you. Would you be moved?

A: Of course, this monk is also my old man, which makes people even more excited! Unintentional flirting is the most irresistible!

"I will go down the mountain to practice tomorrow. My master said that I have no fate with Buddha. This time I go down the mountain to seek my original intention. Do you want to go with me?" Heng Wu asked with his eyes lowered.

He felt that Little White Flower would not reject him. She had loved him very much since she appeared, so she would not leave him...

Chu Jun hesitated for a moment, then swayed slightly left and right.

Heng Wu's eyes, which were as bright as stars, suddenly dimmed and his smile became forced.

When Chu Jun saw the down-and-out monk, he wanted to agree directly, but if he did that, he would not be able to fulfill his little interest. He held his heart in a chokehold and did not nod.

"It doesn't matter if you don't want to go. Master will take good care of you..." Heng Wu saw that Xiao Baihua had no intention of changing her mind, so he just silently picked up the scriptures and recited them to Xiao Baihua to cover up his emotions.

But the moonlight around me seemed a little lonely.

Recently, Chu Yun has cultivated into a human form through the body of a snow lotus, so naturally he wants to find an opportunity to surprise the little monk.

"Mo Heng is about to go down the mountain. Isn't this the perfect time to strike up a conversation?"

Chu Jun thought of this and began to look forward to what expression Mo Heng would have when he saw her for the first time.

Looking back on the past eighteen years with Mo Heng, Chu Jun felt that Mo Heng's reincarnation this time was not to hone him, but to hone himself.

The cool and handsome little monk of fourteen or fifteen years old is already attractive enough, but he can only look at him but not eat him, and he has to listen to scriptures every day. He is almost losing his worldly desires.

So! The "scumbag" Chu Jun secretly played the little game that the little hacker left for him. He looked at the abstinent monk while getting close to the innocent boy. He felt so uncomfortable!

Then, the young monk noticed his distraction. The young monk was lost for a few days and stopped chanting sutras. He just sat beside him to keep him company.

Chu Jun, who felt like he had become a scumbag, said goodbye to the little hacker with a resolute heart, put away the little game, and concentrated on being close to the little monk.

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When Heng Wu went down the mountain, it was autumn again. I don’t know if it was a coincidence, but it was the same day that I sent Mo Heng to Baohua Temple.

Eighteen years after Heng Wu entered Baohua Temple, he finally left the place where he grew up for the first time.

As the autumn waters and the sky blend in, the autumn mood deepens across the south of the Yangtze River, presenting a captivating tapestry of autumn. Morning mist, hazy like smoke, lingers over the tranquil river, while willow branches sway gently in the breeze, seemingly telling the story of autumn.

The sunlight shines through the mist onto the bluestone road. The mottled light and shadow reflect the accumulation of years, making people feel a sense of tranquility and depth.

The rice fields are a vibrant golden hue, swaying gently in the wind like golden waves, conveying the joy of a good harvest. The villagers' faces are filled with happy smiles, having worked hard on this land and finally ushered in the harvest season.

The white walls and black tiles of the ancient town appear more simple and elegant under the reflection of the autumn sun. The small bridges, flowing water, and smoke from the houses create a peaceful and harmonious autumn pastoral scenery.

The people here live at a slow pace, enjoying the tranquility and beauty bestowed by nature, as if time has stopped here.

In the backyard of Baohua Temple.

Before leaving, Heng Wu asked his master to take good care of Xiao Baihua and spend more time with him. Master Wu Chen then came to the backyard to take a look.

But all I saw was the empty stone.

Wu Chen understood in his heart: "Amitabha, may the donor have a safe journey."

Then he turned and left the backyard.

He knew that in the backyard of Baohua Temple, there would probably no longer be a young man chanting sutras to the flowers, and a little flower fairy patiently listening to the young man chanting sutras.

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A monk walked along the bluestone pavement of the ancient town, bathed in the afterglow of the setting sun. His figure was as noble and pure as the moon, and as handsome as a fairy from an ancient painting.

He was dressed in a plain white monk's robe, the sleeves of which fluttered in the wind, revealing a kind of elegance that was otherworldly.

His face was delicate, his eyebrows like distant mountains, his eyes like autumn water, and his nose was straight. His skin was fair, as if it had never been stained by the dust of the world, a purity that was almost transparent.

The rosary in the monk's hand gently turns, making subtle sounds, which blends harmoniously with the tranquility of the ancient town.

His presence is like a bright moon, illuminating the world around him and attracting the attention of countless passers-by.

Look, the two little girls were hiding under the eaves of a restaurant, secretly discussing Mo Heng.

"Did you see that monk? The one who just walked across the bridge, he's so handsome!" Xiaolian's eyes sparkled with excitement, and her cheeks flushed slightly.

"Shh, keep your voice down. Don't let anyone hear you." Xiaomei quickly covered Xiaolian's mouth. She looked around and made sure no one was paying attention to them before letting go. She whispered, "I've never seen such a handsome monk. Is he from Baohua Temple? How could I have never seen him before?"

Xiaolian was still immersed in the monk's beauty: "I don't know, if I had known that there was such a handsome monk in Baohua Temple, I would have gone up the mountain every day."

"Go away, you dare to dream about a monk as you please? Not to mention the Buddhist precepts, even for a man like him who has no desires and no demands, how can we mortals be in his eyes?" Xiaomei looked at her friend's infatuated look and said with disdain.

Xiaolian saw the monk disappear around the corner and said absentmindedly, "Isn't he really the reincarnation of a great monk? He has such a wonderful aura."

Xiaolian's voice was not low. There were people coming and going around here. If someone heard it, it would affect her reputation. Xiaomei was still a little worried: "Maybe, but isn't it a bit inappropriate for us to discuss it like this?"

"What are you afraid of? Look at the people around, aren't they all secretly watching him?" Xiaolian is a carefree person. He doesn't care what others think. He has had enough of seeing the handsome monk.

"That's right... By the way! Have you seen the new storybook in Bao Shu Zhai?" Xiaomei remembered something and suddenly pulled Xiaolian's sleeve excitedly.

Xiaolian thought for a moment, then lowered her voice and asked, "Are you talking about the one about the love between a monk and a young girl?"

Xiaomei also knew that this topic shouldn't be discussed casually in public, so she lowered her voice and replied, "Yes, yes, yes."

"Don't underestimate the story because it tells a story of forbidden love. It's very popular in private sales and has been sold out long ago. People buy it home to read secretly." Xiaolian didn't expect that her good sister would also read it. She was excited to find a like-minded person.

"Think about putting the hero in the storybook into the face of the monk just now." Xiaomei gestured with her eyes in the direction the monk left.

Xiaolian's face began to flush: "I feel it, wuwuwu, how great it would be if I were the heroine!"

"Yeah, yeah. I really want to follow that monk to see if I can have the same romantic encounter as in the storybook." Thinking about the encounter between the hero and heroine in the storybook, Xiaomei began to regret not following the handsome monk.

"If I could drag that great monk back to the mortal world, I'd be thrilled just thinking about it!"

"What kind of beauty would it take to bring such a handsome and extraordinary monk into the mortal world?"

The two little girls imagined an erotic storybook and smiled at each other.