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Spring had arrived, and the two had been in the clouds for more than three months. Chu Jun had already explored everything that interested him, and it was time to go back.

They planned to return to Hangzhou while sightseeing and then meet Master Wu Chen again.

In the carriage, Mo Heng finally remembered the things his master had sent him. He opened the box and saw that there was only a copper coin neatly placed in the precious ebony box.

Mo Heng picked up the copper coin but before he could take a closer look, Chu Yun took it away: "This is mine!"

"Then what does Xiaojun want to exchange?" Mo Heng let Chu Jun take it, but leaned close to the young master's neck and asked.

Feeling the breath on his neck, Chu Jun's body softened, and he pushed away powerlessly with his hands: "Don't smell my neck! Well... If you give me this, you can tonight..."

Chu Jun's voice became softer and softer, but Mo Heng heard her very clearly, and his smile became more charming.

"I didn't expect this copper coin to be so valuable. I'm really at a loss."

"Hmph." Chu Jun kicked the shameless man and snorted.

Mo Heng's hair has reached her earlobes, and is long enough to tie a small bun.

At this moment, Mo Heng had a small bun on the back of his head that was tied by Chu Jun himself. His cold expression could make the young master's eyes light up.

Mo Heng grabbed Chu Yun's hand that was tangled in his hair and suddenly asked anxiously, "I'm not the handsome monk in the storybook anymore. Will Xiaojun still like me?"

"Of course I like it!" Who wouldn't be confused by Mo Heng's pitiful look? Chu Jun answered without hesitation.

Pretending to be aggrieved, Mo Heng got a kiss from the young master. He smiled triumphantly and held him in his arms, gently depriving him of his breath.

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When autumn was about to begin, Chu Yun and Mo Heng finally returned to the Hangzhou Mansion. Chu Yun paid attention to the rules of the temple and followed Mo Heng obediently without making any small moves.

Wu Chen was old after all, and his vision was beginning to blur, but he could still see clearly that Mo Heng had long hair that had reached his shoulders. He was indeed the same as the eldest young master of the Mo family more than 20 years ago.

Then he looked at the young master behind Mo Heng and nodded.

Now, the young man has found the person he loves again. Fate is truly wonderful.

Chu Jun had long sensed that Wu Chen's lifespan was drawing to a close, so before leaving, he smiled and said to him, "I hope Master will achieve great success."

That night, Wu Chen passed away. In the upper realm, the Buddha gained a new disciple.

Chu Yun did not ask Wu Chen why he sent copper coins to Mo Heng. Monks like them always said that "monks do not tell lies."

In fact, it is an attitude of "Buddha said: It cannot be said, it cannot be said, it is wrong to say it."

If you ask, it will just be like having another riddle teller asking questions to you.

Chu Jun put all the copper coins in his palm, wondering what use these things could have.

I've already got five copper coins. What can you buy with five coins in this era? Brown rice? Onions and garlic? Firewood, rice, oil, and salt? Probably that's all.

Furthermore, besides being used for transactions, copper coins also have other uses, such as warding off evil spirits or decorations.

Perhaps, I will travel to more planes to collect copper coins to find out what they are used for.

After bidding farewell to Master Wu Chen, the two found a place with beautiful scenery and built a house there.

Neither of them had any relatives or friends in the secular world, and Mo Heng didn't leave much money, so the wedding was a bit simple.

Chu Jun didn't care whether the wedding was good or bad, as long as the person who was bowing to him was Mo Heng.

After three bows, Chu Yun became Madam Mo again.

"What will Mo Lang do in the future?"

"Perhaps it's to learn medical skills, practice medicine all over the world, and accumulate merit."

"Why?"

"In this way, perhaps in the next life I can be tempered by God and meet you again."

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Five years later.

"Master, Madam, please accept my condolences. If the old master knew about this, he would also hope that you two would take care of yourselves."

"Don't say any more. Go down first. Mother and I will stay here with father for a while longer."

Mo Hui waved away the old housekeeper, and together with his mother Dou, they knelt in front of the tombstone, talking intermittently to his father below.

"Brother Hui, do you think this old man can see Brother Heng and Xiaojun down there?"

"Of course I will, mother. Please take care of yourself. If father, brother, and sister-in-law saw you looking so haggard, they would be heartbroken."

"I know, I know." Dou was too tired to cry. She lost her son in middle age and her husband in old age. Fortunately, she still had a young son to accompany her, so it was not too sad.

Dou wiped her tears with a handkerchief, took one last look at the tombstone, stood up and said to her youngest son, "Let's go, let's go see your brother and sister-in-law, and then go home."

All the Mo family members are buried on this hill. The tombs of Mo Heng and Chu Yun are not far away. In the past few decades, Dou often came here to visit them.

But she is getting older now and her legs are not as strong as before. It is very difficult for her to come to the top of the mountain, so she thought of going to see them on the way.

Dou was over sixty years old and her eyesight was blurry. Everything she saw seemed covered with a layer of fog. She was supported by her youngest son as she walked towards the other side of the mountain.

Dou was in a trance and saw her imposing eldest son and the handsome young master walking hand in hand.

She was so excited that she called out in a daze, "Heng Ge'er! Xiao Jun!"

Mo Hui also saw two familiar figures in the distance. He watched them turn around because of the shouts, but their expressions were not the ones he was familiar with.

Supporting his weeping old mother, Mo Hui apologized to the two men: "I'm sorry, both of you. I'm afraid I recognized the wrong person. I'm Mo Hui from the Mo family, and I've come with my mother to pay my respects to our family. You two look quite similar to an old friend of mine, so please forgive me for disturbing you."

Mo Heng looked at the face in front of him that looked somewhat similar to his own, as well as the old woman beside him. For some reason, he asked, "Who is your old friend?"

"It's my brother Mo Heng and my eldest sister-in-law Chu Yun. However, my brother passed away over 20 years ago, and my eldest sister-in-law has also disappeared. I must have recognized the wrong person."

Mo Heng still had a blank expression on his face, and didn't seem to react to the two names.

Mo Hui was a little disappointed, but he also felt it was natural. He nodded goodbye to the two of them, and supported the old woman as they continued to walk forward.

"Isn't that Heng'er?" Dou's hearing was pretty good. Hearing the familiar voice, she asked her youngest son unwillingly.

"My brother has already left, so of course that's not the case, mother..."

The two figures were getting farther and farther away, and their voices were becoming increasingly unclear, except for the faint sound of a woman crying.

Chu Jun didn't expect to meet Mo Hui and Dou here. Would Mo Hui's words just now make Mo Heng think too much...

He unconsciously tightened his grip on Mo Heng's hand.

Mo Heng didn't say much, but just smiled and said to Chu Yun: "Let's go, we should continue on our journey."

At night, the two did not rush to the village on the other side of the mountain, but set up a tent halfway up the mountain.

In the tent, Mo Heng held Chu Jun in his arms and asked softly, "Do you love him?"

Chu Jun didn't ask who that "he" was, as they both knew it in their hearts.

As honest as ever, "I love him."

Mo Heng raised his head from Chu Jun's neck, his expression not changing at all. He just kissed Chu Jun tenderly, but he didn't dare to look him in the eye. "What about me?"

"What do you think, Mo Lang?" Chu Jun was a little annoyed by Mo Heng's doubts about his feelings. He pulled a handful of Mo Heng's long hair, making the cold doctor look up at him.

Mo Heng looked into Chu Yun's eyes seriously and said with certainty, "You love me."

"Yeah." Chu Jun was satisfied and lowered his head to give Mo Heng a kiss on the forehead.

"Love me, as long as you love me..."

Mo Heng went a little too far, causing the person in his arms to groan.

Chu Jun felt very happy physically, but he was not very happy when he heard this.

With sweat still dripping from her forehead and panting, she struggled to raise a finger and put it on Mo Heng's lips, saying:

"You're wrong, Mo Lang. Now I should say, I want you to love only me."

Mo Heng lost control again.

No matter how crazy he was in bed the day before, the next day, Mo Heng was still regarded by the people as Doctor Mo, a man with superb medical skills and a cold exterior but warm heart.

He carried Chu Yun up the mountain and finally arrived at the village, where he treated the patient.

"Doctor Mo, thank you for coming to our mountain. When my brother recovers, we will come to thank you in person."

"No need, Uncle Zhang. Saving the dying and the wounded is my job, so I don't deserve a thank you. Besides, my wife and I will be going on a long trip soon, so I probably won't be home."

Old Zhang naturally refused. Doctor Mo treated these poor people for free, and they had no way to repay him.

Even if they have never been to school, they know that there is no such thing as receiving favors for free.

Old Zhang accompanied the two of them all the way out of the mountain and only stopped after they passed the cemetery.

Watching the two figures leave, Lao Zhang felt that Dr. Mo and his wife must be very loving. After walking for a while, he carried the person on his back again.

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In the following decades, several emperors changed, and Mo Heng and Chu Yun also traveled all over the beautiful land here.

The story of a skilled doctor named Mo who traveled around the country treating patients spread, and families from all over the country began to inquire about Dr. Mo's whereabouts, hoping that their families would have the opportunity to receive treatment.

Mo Heng lived with herbs all year round and was always self-disciplined. He lived to be over seventy years old, which is considered extremely long-lived in this era.

Mo Heng lay in bed, thinking that he and Chu Jun had only held a wedding for two people, and let the little flower demon bear the reputation of his wife. Now that he was gone, the little flower demon would be left alone.

Mo Heng felt that he was a very selfish person.

but···

Looking at the little flower demon lying on the bed and secretly shedding tears, Mo Heng's lips moved slightly.

"Molang, what did you say?"

"···In the next life, you must only love me··"

Then the old man closed his eyes and never opened them again.

"Of course, I will only love you in the next life."