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Unable to sleep, Heng Wu took out a jade pendant, held it in front of his eyes, and looked at it in the moonlight.

The master said that when he was brought into Baohua Temple, he was less than a month old. Apart from the bedding that wrapped him, the only thing he had was a jade pendant in his hand.

He always carried this jade pendant with him. Initially, it was so that he could find his family again. Later, when he met Xiao Baihua, he didn't care so much about why he was left at the gate of Baohua Temple. The jade pendant was just something he carried with him out of habit.

Now, with a young man with the scent of snow lotus sleeping next to him, Mo Heng, for some reason, thought of the jade pendant that had accompanied him for more than ten years.

The jade pendant is clear in texture, but in winter, it feels warm when held in the hand.

The patterns carved on it are very delicate, and every detail has been carefully polished and designed. Even the pendant hanging below the jade pendant is made of the finest materials, and it looks like it is not an ordinary product.

Heng Wu asked his master about the jade pendant. His master only said that the jade pendant was a rare item that could drive away evil spirits and even purify the negative energy in ghosts. He would not say anything more after asking more questions.

Heng Wu was so absorbed in staring at the jade pendant that he didn't notice the young master quietly moving towards him.

By the time Heng Wu felt the warmth, it was too late. He had already been held in the arms of the young master like a pillow. If Heng Wu wanted to break free, he would definitely wake him up.

Heng Wu turned his head to look at the young master's sleeping face. His long eyelashes were like butterfly wings, his skin was as delicate as a baby's, and his delicate nose and mouth made him look like a bewitching monster.

Once, he heard fellow brothers who had traveled down the mountain from Baohua Temple discuss that there were many evil spirits and demons outside, some of which would even disguise themselves as beauties to seduce passing travelers and devour their souls.

He felt that if this young man was a ghost pretending to be a beauty, anyone who saw him in this state would be seduced away.

After dispelling the chaotic thoughts in his mind, Heng Wu silently recited scriptures and gradually fell asleep.

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Chu Jun was awakened by the jolting of the carriage in the early morning. He opened his eyes and found himself lying on the carriage, still clutching Mo Heng's monk's robe, but no one was around him.

Chu Jun quickly lifted the curtain and looked at Heng Wu who was driving the carriage in front.

It's autumn now and the mornings are very cold. Without my monk's robe, what should I do if I catch a cold?

The white inner robe was like a layer of holy gauze, tightly wrapping the monk's extremely strong body. Every line was clearly visible, showing his perfect figure with broad shoulders and narrow waist to the fullest.

He leaned slightly to the side, holding the whip leisurely in one hand. The whip seemed to have life in his hand. With a slight flick, it drew a graceful arc in the air and then slowly fell down.

While his other hand was slowly twisting the Buddhist beads, the beads flowed between his fingers, emitting a faint sandalwood scent.

There was always a cold and aloof air on his face, as if nothing in the world could easily disturb him.

Even though he was driving the car in such an outfit, there was no trace of inappropriateness or embarrassment in his eyes.

"Heng Wu, why didn't you wake me up? Put on your clothes quickly, what if you catch a cold?" Chu Jun was so concerned that he was rarely tempted by the beauty in front of him.

Mo Heng only felt the refreshing fragrance of snow lotus entering his nose, enveloping him completely.

When he looked down, he saw that the monk's robe that the young master had been holding all night had fallen on him.

Mo Heng wanted to say that he was not cold, but the fragrance was so intoxicating that the corners of Mo Heng's mouth twitched slightly, but he finally did not refuse.

"I saw you were sound asleep, so I didn't call you. I'm used to getting up early every day, so I packed my things and planned to go to Wangjia Village to rest as soon as possible. Are you hungry? There are some cakes in the drawer. I warmed them over the fire before I left, so they should still be hot."

The handsome monk spoke with a blank expression, but his voice was extremely gentle, which made people feel that he cared about them deeply.

Chu Jun, who was in the late stage of face control, suffered such a critical blow. Before she could flirt with anyone, she couldn't help blushing. After saying "hmm" vaguely, she lowered the curtain, turned around and looked through the drawer to prevent Mo Heng from seeing her shy look.

"I must have read too many storybooks, which is why I'm so obsessed with my husband." Chu Jun made an excuse for herself.

It’s all because the girls in the town were talking about this storybook, otherwise why would I be curious and read it?

Chu Jun thought of the various scenes in the storybooks where the ascetic Buddhists treated their beloved ones.

'I want to play.'

Chu Jun thought so, secretly lifted a corner of the curtain, glanced at her husband's abstinent and cold appearance, and made up her mind.

Heng Wu felt the gaze behind him and turned to see the young master lowering the curtain and retreating. The monk didn't understand what was going on in the young master's mind. He turned back in confusion, tightened his monk's robe, and continued to drive the carriage.

After an hour's journey, we finally saw wisps of smoke rising from cooking fires. A dozen low thatched houses appeared before us, and buffaloes could be seen on the road.

Wangjia Village is still several hours away from the next village. Mo Heng plans to rest here and buy some food with the villagers.

"Donor, we are coming from the direction of Hangzhou Prefecture and passing by here. I wonder if we can exchange some food with you." Mo Heng saw a strong man at the entrance of the village and walked up to ask.

Old Li looked at the tall and cold monk in front of him with some fear.

"He's a rough guy and he's never seen a real monk before!"

Old Li quickly followed suit, clasping his hands together and returning the greeting to Mo Heng, saying, "Hey! Master, please come to our house. We just finished the autumn harvest, and every household has plenty of food!"

"Thank you, benefactor." Mo Heng put his hands together and bowed to express his gratitude.

"Heng Wu, are we there yet?" Chu Jun heard the voice, poked his head out from behind the curtain, looked around, and finally looked in the direction of Mo Heng.

Heng Wu looked at the young master's sleepy appearance and knew that he probably took another nap. "We're here. Let's exchange some food here before we set off."

"Okay." Chu Jun rubbed his eyes and got off the carriage.

Old Li couldn't take his eyes off the young man the first time he saw him.

"My goodness, a farmer like him has never seen such a fair, tender and delicate person before. She is so... so... Oh, it's a pity that I haven't read any books and don't know how to describe it well."

Mo Heng also noticed Lao Li's look, dissatisfaction flashed in his eyes. He moved sideways to block Lao Li's sight and said, "Can you lead the way, benefactor?"

"Ah! Come on, come on, follow me!" Old Li suddenly woke up, but his expression was still dazed, and he led the way in front.

It was not suitable for carriages to move around in the village, so Mo Heng tied the carriage to the fence at the entrance of the village and entered the village with Lao Li.

The village is not big, and the houses all look newly built. Every household seems to be living well. Chu Jun feels that this village is not like a poor village that has to rely on sacrifices to survive for decades.

"Brother, how long have you lived here? It looks to me like this house was just built." Chu Jun said to Lao Li.

The young master looked handsome and had an even more pleasant voice. Old Li felt his bones tremble and his face flushed. He didn't dare to look back at Chu Jun and replied, "It is indeed a newly built house. The dozen or so families here used to live in Lijia Village on the other side of the river. The land here is fertile, and we built new houses here five years ago and moved in."

"Wasn't this place called Wangjia Village before? Could it be nearby?"

"Wangjia Village? Yes, there used to be a Wangjia Village, but it was deserted more than ten years ago. There was a famine here that year, and the people in Wangjia Village were all crazy. They killed all the villagers in their own village to satisfy their hunger. Later, when the soldiers came, there was no normal person left. Some were crazy, some were dead, and Wangjia Village was naturally gone."

"Then where was Wangjia Village before?"

"Don't be curious about this, young master. Wangjia Village is extremely evil. Before the famine, we often saw strange creatures wandering around in the village. People from neighboring villages like us didn't dare to deal with it. After the famine, it looked even more gloomy. I once passed by Wangjia Village and wandered around inside for several hours before coming out. I fell seriously ill when I came back. Young master, please don't get close to it." Old Li hurriedly advised when he heard that the handsome young master seemed to want to go there.

"Old sir, we are not going. We are just curious about what happened in Wangjia Village. Do you know anything else?" Chu Jun coaxed the honest man.

Old Li was completely fooled by the young master's call of "old gentleman". Being called "old gentleman" by the young master from the city, Old Li could brag for a long time. In a fit of excitement, he poured out everything he knew.