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The young man stuck his head out from the carriage. His face seemed to be the most proud work of the Creator. Every line was outlined so delicately, and every inch of his skin exuded a lustrous luster.

Her eyes are like bright stars, sparkling with lively light; her lips are like a delicate rose, blooming into a charming curve when slightly raised.

When the young man appeared outside the carriage in such a stunning manner, the originally dazzling sunlight became a little softer as if afraid of hurting him. The soft light sprinkled on the young man's body, adding a bit of extraordinary temperament, which made Ding Laowu lose his mind.

Ding Laowu felt a little regretful for bringing the two of them to a place so close to Xingdaofang.

Xingdaofang was where the nobles and officials lived, and what Yunzhong lacked most was those uneducated and uncultured dandies.

The common people all know what kind of people these sons of wealthy and powerful nobles are like.

If this young man were to be favored by some rich and powerful young man, I wonder how much suffering he would have to endure.

Watching the young man walk into the inn and chat with the master enthusiastically, it seemed that the two of them were going to stay here for a long time.

After hesitating for a long time, Ding Laowu finally spoke in a low voice: "Young Master, how about we go to another house?"

Chu Jun was a little puzzled. He thought this inn was quite nice. There were houses with courtyards available for rent, which offered good privacy. The garden inside was also the best in Yunzhong. "Why?"

"It's like this, young master may not know this, but not all the nobles in the imperial city are easy to get along with. It's not easy for a young master with such appearance to..." The next words were a bit indecent. Seeing that the young master understood, Ding Laowu stopped talking.

It's true that Ding Laowu makes money from outsiders, but he can't make money against his conscience. If something happens to the young master because of him, he won't be able to save the situation no matter how much he regrets.

Chu Jun naturally understood what Ding Laowu meant by. He was somewhat aware of his appearance and knew that it could easily cause trouble.

However, when has Chu Jun ever been afraid? At that time, the worst that could happen is that he can use some magic to control the person. Compared with a good place to live, it is not a big deal.

Chu Yun and Ding Laowu thanked him: "Thank you for your concern. Let's stay here. I am quite satisfied with this inn. I know how to protect myself. Don't worry, sir."

Seeing that the young master was very confident, Ding Laowu felt relieved.

After accepting the generous reward from the young master, Ding Laowu took a last peek at the monk and thought: "Even if the young master is unreliable, the monk with extraordinary temperament beside him may have some skills", so he left with peace of mind.

Chu Yun would not treat himself badly, so he chose the best house here. After handing the carriage to the servant in the store, the two of them came to this courtyard.

From the outside, the house is tranquil and elegant, a paradise on earth. The courtyard is spacious, with swaying bamboos beside an ancient well in the center. At this moment, unknown flowers quietly bloom, their fragrance intoxicating. The east and west wing rooms feature blue bricks and gray tiles, with carved window lattices. The main room is solemn, housing ancient books, calligraphy, and paintings, the scent of ink permeating the air. In the backyard, rockery and flowing water create a scene, where koi fish frolic. Surrounding the wall, evergreen potted plants add vitality year-round.

Compared with the pink walls and black tiles and the ancient and elegant style of the southern water towns, this place appears magnificent and solemn.

"Monk, let's go to Baoshuzhai after we finish cleaning up." Chu Jun sat on the chair and swung his legs, watching the handsome monk tidy up the room and organize his luggage for him.

After a month, Chu Jun became familiar with Heng Wu again, calling him "Monk" and "Heng Wu" alternately, doing whatever he liked.

It’s just...Chu Jun is a little confused now.

The little monk used to love smiling at his white flower self, but why did he become expressionless in his human form? He hadn't smiled once in a month.

angry!

"Okay." Mo Heng responded as he put Chu Yun's clothes into the closet.

The "we" in Chu Jun's words of course only refers to Heng Wu. Heng Wu has almost finished the task of packing up, and the young master is not even covered in dust.

There are two bedrooms in the courtyard house, and Heng Wu's room is next door. Heng Wu put his bag on the desk and went to the innkeeper's office again. He came back after a while.

"Let's go. I just asked around. Yunzhong's Baoshuzhai is on the next street. We can get there in a quarter of an hour." Mo Heng said, looking at the young master who was already lying on the bed.

"Yeah, here it comes, here it comes!"

Chu Yun tidied her clothes and went out with Mo Heng.

On the way, Heng Wu lowered his slender eyes, his gaze never leaving the young master, and followed quietly behind.

Bao Shu Zhai is a chain store with stores all over Feng Dynasty, but if you want to talk about the most complete selection of books and the fastest update of new products, it is naturally the Bao Shu Zhai headquarters located in the imperial city of Yujing.

Recently, "Buddha Says" has been updated to the finale, and Chu Yun wants to go to Bao Shu Zhai to buy the latest copy.

"Buddha Says", from the name it seems to be a serious book, or a commentary on the scriptures.

In fact, it is a storybook describing the love story between a Buddhist and a young girl.

Some of the details described in it are very erotic. If a serious scholar accidentally bought it home as a commentary on the scriptures and read the content inside, he would curse it as "insulting to the civilized world."

Heng Wu only knew that the young master was obsessed with the storybooks, but he didn't know the content of the storybooks.

It seemed that when Chu Yun was paying, the cashier seemed to glance at him several times, and then looked as if he suddenly understood something. It was very strange.

Heng Wu suppressed his doubts in his heart.

"Eh? These scrolls are still sold here?" Perhaps because the scrolls protected him in his previous life, Chu Jun now pays more attention to these things. Seeing many scrolls placed at the door of Bao Shu Zhai, he asked the servant.

"Yes, young master, but these are empty, with no content. They're for scholars to write on. Cotton's worth isn't high these days, and that's why the scrolls are cheap too. The shopkeeper told us to bring these to the door and sell them. Maybe if enough people buy them, we can even make back our money."

The servant at Baoshuzhai saw that the young man was dressed elegantly and had an extraordinary temperament, so he knew that he could not offend him and answered honestly.

Besides, this is something that cannot be said. The cotton harvest this year is too abundant and not worth that much silver. As a result, all kinds of textiles made from cotton have become cheaper.

Now, you can buy a scroll for only sixteen coins. In the past, it was unimaginable!

Chu Yun looked at the plainly dressed scholars coming in and out, almost all of them holding several scrolls, and thought it made sense. The empty scrolls probably had nothing to do with Mo Heng, so he didn't pay much attention to them.

Chu Jun was satisfied after buying the books he wanted to read. He took Mo Heng to a nearby teahouse for dinner and then went back to rest.

He was anxious to go back and watch the ending, wondering if the Buddhist disciple broke his vows in the end!

This was the first time in more than a month that Heng Wu slept separately from the young master. He was really worried at night, so he came to the next room to check on him.

He had now realized something. During the day, Chu Jun acted like a young master from a wealthy family, but at night, his true colors were revealed. If he got up to meditate without him holding him, he would definitely mess up the bedding and fight on the bed.

Heng Wu quietly walked in and saw the boy lying on the bed, already fast asleep. As expected, the quilt had been kicked up to his ankles. Heng Wu had no choice but to go forward and tuck the quilt in.

Seeing a book spread out next to the young master's pillow, with a brush lying on the book and the ink almost staining the book, Heng Wu sighed, picked up the book, and prepared to close it and put it back on the desk.

But he accidentally saw the illustration in the storybook, which showed a monk with slender eyebrows, holding a long-haired beauty in his arms, and the two were looking at each other.

Heng Wu's pupils shrank slightly, but he did not move his eyes away. He read the chapter carefully.

"Hmm." The boy on the bed turned over and kicked the quilt away again.

Heng Wu looked up from the storybook and realized that it was already late at night and he had no idea how long he had been reading.

Heng Wu has memorized everything in the storybook.

After putting the storybook back in place, Heng Wu stood up and walked to the bed, tucked the quilt in for the boy again, but did not leave immediately. Instead, he sat quietly beside the bed, looking down at the boy on the bed in the moonlight. He hooked a strand of black hair with his fingers and wrapped it around his fingers. He did not move for a long time.

Only when it started to get brighter outside did Heng Wu quietly leave Chu Jun's room.

He returned to his bedroom and sat cross-legged on the bed, but instead of chanting scriptures or worshiping Buddha, he stared at the moon that had not yet set.

"If the minds of sentient beings in the six realms of existence were free from lust, they would not be subject to the cycle of birth and death. Master, you are right. Heng Wu is indeed not destined to be a Buddha."