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Chapter 111 The Young Master and the Ghost Bride 11

"Master Wu Chen, please tell me directly how long I can live like this."

In Baohua Temple, dozens of kilometers away from Suzhuang, Mo Heng and the abbot Wu Chen sat opposite each other, but the atmosphere was not very pleasant.

Master Wu Chen looked at Mo Heng's resolute eyes and sighed, "Donor Mo, why are you so stubborn? In this world, humans and ghosts have different paths. You are so stubborn, and in the end you will get nothing."

"Whether I can get it in the end is my own business. Master, just tell me how long I can live." Mo Heng just looked at the white chess piece in his hand and calmly placed it down.

Wu Chen looked at the chessboard, which had already decided the outcome. He put down the black piece in his hand and compromised, "If Yin energy enters the body for a long time, even someone with strong Yang energy can only last for three more years at most."

"Three years..." Mo Heng's expression darkened for a moment, and then, as if he had made up his mind, he said to Master Wu Chen, "Thank you for the information, Master. I'm sorry to bother you. I'll take my leave now. We'll meet again someday."

After saying that, Mo Heng stood up, bowed to Wu Chen, and turned to leave.

Although Wu Chen didn't know what Mo Heng decided to do, he probably wouldn't give up. Donor Mo was too stubborn, and he hoped he wouldn't go astray.

Looking at the chess game on the table, Wu Chen picked up the chess pieces one by one and put them back into the chess basket. The sound of the chess pieces colliding was crisp, click, click... It was as if time was passing by.

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"Did the master say anything? Is the Yin energy in your body really okay?" Chu Jun saw Mo Heng walking down the stairs and hurriedly stepped forward to ask.

Mo Heng saw Chu Yun, wearing a mink coat, waiting at the foot of the mountain. He became a little anxious and quickly stepped forward to hold Chu Yun's hand. "It's okay now, don't worry. Why did you come here? Didn't you say you would wait for me at the manor? The weather has been bad lately, and your hands are about to get frozen."

Taoist Yang left without saying goodbye, and Mo Heng's physical condition has been unknown. This time, Chu Jun came to the Hangzhou Mansion to find Master Wu Chen. How could he wait in the manor at ease? He just wanted to get the news immediately: "I'm bored staying in the manor, so I came to pick you up."

Originally, Chu Jun wanted to accompany Mo Heng to Baohua Temple, but Mo Heng refused, so he had to stay at home.

Mo Heng was extremely scared and was glad that he came out early before Chu Jun had time to go up the mountain.

Chu Yun is a ghost, and the things in the temple are naturally harmful to him. What if he is accidentally hurt?

Thinking of this, Mo Heng wrapped Chu Jun's hands tighter. Chu Jun's hands were cold all year round, and even the best hot water bottle could hardly warm them up. Only when he warmed his hands could he feel Chu Jun's body getting warmer little by little.

Mo Heng didn’t understand why this happened before, but now he understands.

Mo Heng took Chu Yun's hand and left the hilltop of Baohua Temple.

The snow in the south of the Yangtze River can be called the most gentle miracle in winter.

When the north wind blows gently, carrying the chill of the north, the water towns in the south of the Yangtze River usher in the most peaceful time of the year.

Snowflakes are like catkins, floating down slowly and lightly, covering the bluestone paths of the ancient town, making the Jiangnan scene of small bridges, flowing water and houses covered with a layer of white gauze.

Beneath the eaves of the ancient town's houses, snow hung like fine jade, shimmering and glittering. Deep in the alleys, the occasional bark of a dog shattered the stillness of the snow, adding a touch of life to the tranquility. Along the riverbank, willow branches, covered in snow, dangled like silver threads, swaying gently in the wind, creating a striking contrast with the thin ice on the river's surface, creating a beautiful scene.

Snowflakes continued to fall, blanketing the roofs of the black-sailed boats. The boatman gently rowed, slowly gliding through the snowy water, leaving delicate ripples in his wake. The white walls and black tiles on both sides of the river, set against the backdrop of snow, appeared even more rustic and elegant. Occasionally, children could be seen playing in the snow, their melodious laughter adding a touch of liveliness and vitality to the tranquil snowy scene.

This place is Hangfu, dozens of kilometers away from Suzhuang. It is already a bustling place, and it is even more crowded because of the Baohua Temple next to it. It is lively even in winter.

Master Wuchen of Baohua Temple was personally chosen by His Majesty and was a world-renowned monk. Mo Heng had some friendship with Master Wuchen before, which was why he was able to meet Master Wuchen at this time when the temple was so popular.

Chu Jun went out this time wearing a white mink veil, blending in with the surrounding snowy scenery, like a touch of purity in winter. The brim of his cloak drooped, covering his face, leaving only a pair of deep eyes, revealing a little of his beautiful face through the slit of the veil.

The beauty's steps were light, and each step seemed to be dancing on the snow. Snowflakes fell on his cloak and slid gently away, as if even the snowflakes did not want to disturb his tranquility.

Mo Heng tilted the paper umbrella in his hand slightly to shield Chu Yun from the falling snowflakes. The umbrella was painted with light plum blossoms, which contrasted beautifully with the snowy scene.

The pedestrians on the street were in a hurry, but they couldn't help but slow down their pace and cast curious glances at the two people.

"That's the Mo family's Patriarch, right?"

"Yes, he was the one who came to the business here last time. I met him."

"Then the one next to him is Madam Mo?"

"Such a figure, such a temperament... No wonder the head of the Mo family has no children for six years after marriage, and there are no rumors of romantic affairs. With a wife like this, all the other girls out there are no match for him." The young man who was chatting stared at Chu Jun as soon as he saw her, thinking that all the surrounding scenery was just a foil for this Madam Mo.

The other short man was startled by the look in the Mo Family Master's eyes and looked away: "I wonder what Master Mo is asking for in Baohua Temple on such a snowy day?"

"Maybe it's an heir. Madam Mo has been married to the head of the Mo family for seven or eight years, but there has been no movement in her belly."

"Actually, it doesn't matter whether you have offspring or not. Master Mo has a younger brother, so it's not like he can't inherit the family business."

"It would be better if that dandy boy didn't squander the Mo family fortune." The tall man said disdainfully when mentioning the dandy boy of the Mo family.

Even in Hangfu, dozens of kilometers away from Suzhuang, the two extreme sons of the Mo family had been heard of. The eldest son began to follow his father into business at the age of 13 and brought the Mo family to the attention of the current emperor.

The second son is the most dissolute of the dissolute, ten years younger than the head of the Mo family. He is spoiled by his family and causes trouble everywhere. However, since he is spoiled by his brother and sister-in-law, no one else can do anything about it.

The short man couldn't understand why the two brothers, who had the same father and mother, were so different. "I don't know how two brothers can be so different. The older brother is so capable, but the younger brother is a loser!"

"Hush, Master Mo is still over there, and you're talking about other people's family affairs. Aren't you afraid of being hated?" The villagers could only discuss these things in secret, and the tall man quickly stopped them.

The short man stopped talking. After seeing the Mo couple walk away, he stared at the back of the beautiful woman in white in a daze: "I wonder what kind of beauty is beneath the veil..."

Noticing that more and more villagers were staring at his wife, Mo Heng tilted his umbrella a little more to block the view of the people around him.

The Mo family's villa here is located in the most prosperous location in the center of Hangzhou Prefecture. It has white walls and black tiles. Although it is not as grand as the main house, it is also an extremely exquisite mansion.

When winter came, coal was lit in the house and the servants cleared the snow in the yard to prevent the masters from slipping.

Winter was so cold that Chu Jun could only sleep comfortably by hugging Mo Heng, a warm stove. Mo Heng looked at his lover sleeping in his arms, his fingers stroking the back of his neck. Only in this way could he feel the reality of someone being by his side.

Outside the bed curtain, the secret guard reported softly: "Master, we have found everything you need."

"Yeah." The person behind the curtain said softly.

After receiving the reply, the secret guard returned to the beam. He was just a secret person in this family. Even if he knew a lot, he had no right to interfere in the affairs of the master's family.

I just can't help but worry that if the lady knew about this, she would cry so sadly. I hope the head of the family will keep this secret hidden.