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Heng Wu sat by the window of the teahouse, looking at the passers-by outside, feeling a little melancholy.

There is a little white flower missing from my side, and I always feel like something is missing.

That little flower couldn't bear to be away from me for a single day before. It needed my company no matter the wind or rain. Why is it abandoning me now?

"Perhaps, I shouldn't have come down the mountain to practice." Although Heng Wu's expression remained unchanged, he felt some regret in his heart.

However, Buddhist practice emphasizes the Eightfold Path: right view, right thinking, right speech, right action, right livelihood, right effort, right mindfulness, and right concentration.

If I don't go down the mountain, I won't even be able to control my own desires, and I will really be ashamed of my master's teachings over the past ten years.

Heng Wu took a deep breath and cleared his mind of all distracting thoughts.

Heng Wu, who thought he had calmed down, picked up the teacup and began to drink tea quietly.

Then, he heard the sound of gasps and brisk footsteps approaching, and then Heng Wu felt someone standing next to him. A clear voice rang out, "Master, there are no empty tables and chairs around here. May I share a table with you?"

Mo Heng looked up and saw a timeless moment.

He threw all the "Four Noble Truths and Eightfold Path" out of his mind.

The person who came was a young man of about eighteen years old, dressed in white with fluttering sleeves, like a banished immortal.

His face was cold and beautiful, his skin was fair with a faint luster, like the purest snow on the top of a mountain.

Her eyebrows are as dark as distant mountains, her lips are red, her teeth are white, and she has a pair of cat-like eyes.

The boy's long hair fell like a waterfall, lightly tied up with only a crystal clear jade hairpin. A few strands of black hair fluttered in the wind, disturbing Heng Wu's heart.

For some reason, when Mo Heng looked at the young man in front of him, the image of the lonely and proud snow lotus emerged in his mind.

Heng Wu was stunned for a long time, until the young man showed a puzzled expression, and then he came to his senses: "Amitabha, please do as you wish."

Heng Wu clasped his hands together and closed his eyes to hide the emotions in them.

Chu Jun looked at the handsome bald monk in front of him, and his mind was full of thoughts.

Of course he heard what those little girls said just now. Everyone wanted to bring the monk back to the mortal world, and he was no exception.

"Master, why are you here? Are you practicing?" Chu Jun asked with an innocent smile, as if he was a simple young master who had never left home.

Mo Heng didn't know whether it was because he was too naive just entering the world, or because he was bewitched by the appearance of the young master, but he had no guard against Chu Jun at all and told him everything: "I am a monk from Baohua Temple. I am going out this time to seek the Buddha's fate."

Chu Jun thought: "Then you will be disappointed. I will not give you this opportunity."

But he said hypocritically, "Then I wish the master all the best. This is also my first time away from home. Master, do you have a destination? How about we travel together?"

There seemed to be stars hidden in the boy's eyes, shining brightly as he looked at him. Mo Heng agreed without hesitation: "Meeting is fate, of course it's okay."

"That's great. The pastries here are pretty good. Since the master said we are destined to meet, I'll treat you to a meal as a meeting gift." The young man smiled so happily that Heng Wu felt his heart beating faster.

Not daring to look directly into the boy's eyes, he picked up the tea in his hand to hide his expression: "Thank you."

Chu Jun looked at Mo Heng's eyes, which seemed to be stained with red due to moisture, and felt that it was like a touch of bright red painted on a pure white canvas, which made people feel itchy.

Sitting opposite Mo Heng, Chu Jun supported his head with his hands and looked at Mo Heng: "My name is Chu Jun. I don't know the master's Dharma name."

Chu Yun... When Heng Wu heard this name, his heart ached.

It was as if something important had been hidden somewhere in my heart and had been uprooted.

He calmed his breathing, suppressed the pain in his heart, and looked at the young man with a calm face: "Little monk, Heng Wu."

"Hengwu? What does that mean?"

“The way to spiritual practice is to keep your mind as still as water, unmoved by external circumstances.”

"Then I wish Master Heng Wu success." 'That's impossible!'

"Thank you, Mr. Chu." Heng Wu thought Chu Jun was sincerely blessing him and nodded in thanks.

Chu Jun felt uncomfortable listening to the name Chu Benefactor. "Hey, don't call me Chu Benefactor anymore. It sounds weird. Just call me Chu Jun."

"Donor Chu Jun." Heng Wu still refused to compromise.

"Hmm." 'Blunt head.' Chu Jun pouted, dissatisfied.

The pastries arrived very quickly. Sweet osmanthus flowers are in full bloom in autumn, which is also a good time to eat sweet osmanthus cakes.

The osmanthus cake at this teahouse is famous for its sweet osmanthus fragrance and delicate taste.

Made with premium glutinous rice flour, sugar, and osmanthus flowers, this creamy white cake is sprinkled with golden osmanthus flowers, adding a touch of autumnal charm. The osmanthus cake melts in your mouth, its fragrance lingering on your tongue, leaving you with a lasting aftertaste.

Heng Wu admitted that Chu Jun was right. The pastries in this teahouse were indeed delicious, with a rich osmanthus flavor that lingered in the mouth.

But suddenly, someone sat down next to him, and the fragrance of snow lotus penetrated his nose, covering the fragrance of osmanthus and occupying Mo Heng's mind.

"Master Heng Wu, have you decided where to go? Why don't we go north? I haven't been to the Imperial City yet. I heard it's beautiful there in the winter."

"Okay." Heng Wu's mind was filled with the fragrance of the snow lotus on Chu Jun. His hand almost uncontrollably grabbed the boy's wrist and pulled him into his arms so that he could smell the fragrance of the snow lotus and see if it was the same as the one in his home.

But Heng Wu still had some sense left and knew that this would be rude and offend the young man, so he could only stuff another piece of osmanthus cake into his mouth to try to cover up the taste of the snow lotus.

Chu Yun kept whispering happily in Mo Heng's ear, "I heard the scenery in the north is completely different from our Jiangnan region. There are vast grasslands, towering snow-capped mountains, and the rushing Yellow River! I really want to go and see those scenes I've only seen in paintings."

Chu Jun's eyes sparkled with excitement. As he spoke, he gestured with his hands, as if he had already seen the magnificent scenery. "I also want to try the food in the north. I heard that the lamb skewers there are incomparably delicious, and those hot dumplings are also delicious. I've been drooling over them for a long time! Oh, and my fiancée is in the Imperial City. Maybe I can go visit her when the time comes."

The term "fiancée" was naturally a lie made up by Chu Yun. He was a flower demon without parents, so how could he have a fiancée? He just wanted to fool the little monk.

Heng Wu carefully remembered what the young master wanted to eat, but he also noticed the "fiancée" mentioned by Chu Jun. For some reason, he felt a little blocked in his heart. Feeling that his thoughts were too improper, Mo Heng closed his eyes and silently recited the Heart Cleansing Mantra in his heart to drive out the dirty thoughts from his mind.

Chu Jun looked at the hypocritical Mo Heng and put his arm around Mo Heng's shoulder as if to act like a brother, but Mo Heng broke free without leaving a trace.

Chu Jun tutted inwardly, his desire to win intensified. "When you need me for help in the future, humph! You're such a man! You weren't like this in your previous life."

Chu Jun recalled how Mo Heng, who seemed to be a gentleman, had tortured him in bed in his previous life and had lost his memory. He retracted his arm and secretly glanced at the cold monk beside him.

"It really is autumn now. Even without the wind, it feels so chilly."