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Chu Jun felt that Mo Heng had been acting a little strange recently. He couldn't quite put his finger on what was wrong, but sometimes he looked at him with eyes that he couldn't understand.

"Heng Wu, I want to go to the fair." Chu Jun said.

Today is the 23rd day of the 12th lunar month, the Little New Year. Yunzhong City is extremely lively. Every household is buying New Year's goods and cleaning the house to welcome the Spring Festival.

However, the winter in the imperial city was extremely cold. Chu Jun had only been there for a week when the temperature had already dropped below zero. The white snow had already covered the imperial city in silver.

On such a cold day, in the past, Mo Heng would have just said yes coldly and then quietly followed behind him. Even something like warming his hands would be too much for the little monk.

Now, Chu Jun was walking in the bustling West Market, feeling Mo Heng's warmth on his shoulder. He was half-held in Mo Heng's arms, shielding him from the crowd.

"Heng Wu, I can walk by myself. It's not good for people to see us like this." Chu Jun said as he shook his shoulders, hoping that Mo Heng would put his hand down. They were now in the imperial city, and Mo Heng still looked like a monk. It didn't look like they were arm in arm with each other.

"Nothing." Heng Wu ignored Chu Jun's dissatisfaction and hugged him tighter.

Fortunately, everyone around was busy with their own things, and Chu Jun covered his face with a cloak, so the two of them did not attract too much attention.

The New Year atmosphere in this era is much stronger than in modern times. Everyone Chu Yun passed by had a happy face and was carrying a lot of New Year goods in their hands.

Chu Jun was also infected by this atmosphere. He bought a lot of New Year's goods before returning to the inn, preparing to decorate the small courtyard.

The shopkeeper of Zhuxuanlou was already familiar with Chu Jun. Seeing the handsome young man return, he greeted him warmly, "Young Master, you're back! Come quickly! These are the candies that Zhuxuanlou prepared for our guests. Quick! Take some home to eat. May the young master be safe and sound, and have a happy family!"

The owner of Zhuxuanlou was a short, fat, and kind-looking middle-aged man. He liked pretty and sensible children like Chu Yun the most. When he saw Chu Yun, his smile reached his ears.

The other party often gave him snacks, and Chu Jun also had a good impression of the fat owner of Zhuxuanlou, so naturally he did not refuse.

Chu Jun took the candy, thanked the shopkeeper, and returned to his yard. He immediately hid his share of the candy, worried that Heng Wu would restrain himself from eating sweets.

Fortunately, although Heng Wu saw his actions, he did not stop him, nor did he say anything like "greed leads to worry, greed leads to fear".

"There's a problem, definitely a problem!" Chu Jun couldn't believe that Mo Heng had changed so much in just a few days. Something must have happened.

Chu Yun became more vigilant.

Unfortunately, Mo Heng is not the simple puppy who shows his emotions on his face in the previous dimension. Buddhism has made him unpredictable. Most of the time, even Chu Jun cannot understand Heng Wu.

On the day of the Little New Year, the house had to be cleaned to get rid of the old and welcome the new. Of course, Heng Wu was still responsible for this, and Chu Jun only had to sit on the bed and watch the little monk do it.

A servant from the inn came to ask if he wanted to help clean, but Heng Wu refused, so he just let him do it.

"The New Year is coming soon. Does Hengwu want to write a letter to Baohua Temple?" Chu Jun was sitting on the bed reading a storybook. Suddenly he remembered something and asked the handsome monk with broad shoulders and narrow waist who was wiping the table.

"Yes, I plan to go to the Post Office to mail a letter this afternoon. Mr. Chu, do you want to write to your family?" Heng Wu seemed to be particularly concerned about this matter. He slowed down his cleaning and looked at Chu Jun, wanting to see Chu Jun's reaction.

"I won't. They won't care." He is now a snow lotus spirit, so where would his family come from? Naturally, he was fooling Mo Heng.

As Chu Jun said this, he casually picked up a piece of candy and put it in his mouth. Unfortunately, his attention was focused on the words themselves, so he naturally didn't notice Heng Wu's deep expression.

Heng Wu cleaned the house and then went to the Minxin Bureau to send a letter to Baohua Temple.

The letter was written that night a week ago, and the content was naturally not just a New Year's greeting.

Heng Wu handed the letter to the people at the People's Post Office, hoping in his heart that his master would not blame him too much.

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Baohua Temple, New Year's Eve, inside the abbot's room.

Master Wu Chen opened the letter sent from thousands of miles away, looked at the words on it, and smiled with understanding.

He put down the letter and recalled the scene when he first hugged Heng Wu eighteen years ago.

The little person clutched a jade pendant tightly in his hand, refusing to let go even when someone tried to take it away, sobbing the whole time. Later, when he was really hungry, he reluctantly ate something and fell asleep.

Afterwards, Wu Chen looked at the jade carefully. It was the piece he had given away a few years ago, and he had some guesses in his mind.

Later, a snow lotus grew in the backyard of Baohua Temple.

But how could a snow lotus from the high mountains appear on this plain for no reason? Moreover, the merits it carries illuminate the entire backyard.

Wu Chen felt that the little demon's acting was so poor that it could only fool his disciple who was still relatively inexperienced.

He didn't know how Madam Mo got the chance to transform into a demon, but a ghost with such good deeds couldn't be an evil ghost, so Wu Chen just let it go.

Shaking his head, without recalling the obsessive head of the Mo family from decades ago, Wu Chen got up and went to the Sutra Library.

The treasures stored in the Sutra Library of Baohua Temple are all rare Buddhist treasures. Wu Chen took out a box from the pile of treasures and asked his disciples to send it to Yunzhong along with the letter.

The letter said:

[Everything we encounter is the result of karma. Although you have left Buddhism, I hope you will maintain good thoughts and follow the righteous path, so that your worldly journey will be smooth.]

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Since the beginning of the twelfth lunar month, the snow in the imperial city has never stopped falling, and the snow in the yard has been shoveled out wave after wave.

In a blink of an eye, it was New Year's Eve, and Chu Jun took a razor and prepared to shave Mo Heng's head.

There is a saying among the people that "shaving your head in the first month of the lunar year will bring disaster". Heng Wu's hair has already turned blue. If he doesn't shave his head today, Mo Heng's hair will probably grow out after the first month of the lunar year.

"Heng Wu, you can't shave your head during the first month of the lunar year. I'll help you shave your head today."

Heng Wu didn't respond, but just looked at the razor in Chu Yun's hand and laughed: "I guess I don't need to shave my head anymore."

"Huh?" Chu Jun was shocked by Mo Heng's sudden laughter and didn't have time to react.

The next second, a hand pressed the back of his head and brought him in front of Mo Heng.

The monk with a jade-like face and a cold heart lowered his head and kissed her lips devoutly.

The kiss became deeper, and the razor slipped from Chu Yun's hand and fell to the ground with a "ding" sound.

Even when the monk kissed people, his manner was gentle, which did not make Chu Yun uncomfortable at all.

Seeing that the young master was adapting well, Heng Wu picked him up and walked towards the bed.

Chu Jun was just thankful that he lived in a house with its own entrance and courtyard, otherwise he would be embarrassed to show his face to others tomorrow. Also... the description in the storybook was really a bit conservative. The aloof Buddhist disciple who came to the world was much more glamorous than in the storybook...

Of course, Chu Yun would not ask such a disappointing question as "Why is it so?" at this time, but just indulged in the monk's forced love.

"Do you like it?" Heng Wu's usual cold voice was in his ears, but it made Chu Jun tremble all over and was extremely excited.

"I like..." Chu Jun knew that honesty was the best thing to do at this time, and Heng Wu obviously liked good children.

Facts proved that Chu Yun was right. The monk smiled in Chu Yun's ear: "Be good."

Then came something beyond the storyline.

That night, the lights outside the courtyard illuminated the entire imperial city, making it seem like a sleepless night.

Heng Wu coaxed the person beside him to sleep, then got up and went to the bathroom to boil water for Chu Yun to take a bath.

In fact, you can order hot water in Zhuxuanlou.

However, even if it is two men asking for hot water in the middle of the night, it is enough to leave people with room for imagination.

Heng Wu was worried that if the young master knew tomorrow that he had asked the servant for hot water, he would be furious, so he had no choice but to endure the hardship and boil the water himself.

After the water was prepared, Heng Wu returned to the bedroom to hug someone.

"Well... no more." People who are usually abstinent can be the most annoying when they torture others. Chu Jun was tortured to the point that he couldn't open his eyes. He could only let Mo Heng hold him around, mumbling to himself.

"Go to sleep, I'll just wash you up."

"Hmm." The person in his arms was too well-behaved. Heng Wu's eyes gradually changed. He felt that he was testing himself in this way, but he also knew that he was too indulgent today and did not disturb the young master's sweet dream again.

The next day, Chu Yun woke up to the sound of firecrackers. Although this place was close to the imperial palace, the noise of the common people still reached here.

Chu Jun found himself in a warm embrace, a familiar scent mingling with the comforting aroma of incense. He opened his eyes and noticed the monk—no, now that he had broken his vows, he could only call himself Mo Heng—leaning against the headboard, reading a book in one hand.