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Chapter 116 The Monk and the Little Flower Demon 2

Baohua Temple is located on the top of the mountain and has a peaceful environment. Hengwu spent his entire childhood here, getting up early every day with the monks to greet the new day.

He attended morning classes on time, chanted scriptures devoutly, and then cleaned the courtyard and tidied up the Buddhist hall.

In the afternoon, he learned calligraphy and painting under the guidance of his master. He had great talent and Master Wu Chen was very pleased.

Heng Wu grew up under the influence of scriptures, calligraphy and painting, and his life was filled with the scent of incense and ink.

He has a cold personality, and is clearly just a child, yet he rarely shows any emotional fluctuations, as if he is isolated from the world, and in his eyes one can only see the majesty and compassion of the Buddha.

That winter, Mo Heng came to the backyard of the temple to clear the snow as usual.

The water in the pond was frozen, the surface of the river was covered with snow, but a snow lotus was blooming on the stone.

Snow lotus, a rare flower that should grow on the top of a mountain, has become a legend in nature for its tenacious vitality and extraordinary appearance.

Its cool and noble appearance seems like a treasure bestowed by God, making people feel a kind of inviolable holiness when looking up at it.

The leaves of snow lotus are thick and broad, with slightly wavy edges.

The leaves are covered with a light layer of white frost, which is a mark of the cold climate of the mountains and a symbol of the vitality of the snow lotus.

The leaves are arranged closely together, forming a perfect rosette shape, protecting the delicate flower in the center.

The flowers themselves are the most striking part of the snowdrop.

Its petals are as white as snow, delicate and soft, as if they were cleverly woven from clouds in the sky.

The edges of the petals are slightly curled, revealing a natural elegance and softness.

In the center of the petals is a circle of golden stamens, which are like the sun's rays, adding a touch of warmth to this pure and clean flower.

Under the sunlight, the snow lotus seems to be given life, its white petals reflect the light, as dazzling as a gem.

Heng Wu's attention was completely attracted by this snow lotus.

Ever since he was old enough to understand, Mo Heng has shown little interest in anything in the world, as if nothing can enter his heart.

Now, he looked at the beautiful snow lotus and looked into his heart.

Six-year-old Heng Wu put down the broom in his hand, walked on the snow, walked to the edge of the pond, and looked at the flowers by the pond intently.

Chu Jun, who was in the snow lotus, saw the little monk walking towards him and shook the little flower as a greeting.

Six-year-old Mo Heng had a chubby face and round, inky eyes. His eyebrows were slender and soft, like a carefully drawn ink painting, perfectly framing his clear eyes. A dot of cinnabar between his eyebrows added a touch of bright color to the painting.

His lips were a light pink, and at the moment he had a faint smile on his face. The smile was gentle and subtle, like the warm sunshine in winter.

Chu Jun had been secretly watching Mo Heng for so many years, but this was the first time he saw Mo Heng smile. The child seemed to be born without emotions, neither crying nor laughing, and he looked like he had no desires or wants. Chu Jun was worried about him a lot.

Seeing Mo Heng smiling so happily, Chu Jun felt relieved. He happily shook the stems, making the flowers sway all over the place.

Heng Wu looked at the flowers swaying in the wind, stretched out his short little hands to protect the flowers, worried that he would shake off his petals.

Snow began to fall again, and little Hengwu remembered the purpose of his visit. He whispered "goodbye" to the little white flower, picked up the broom and began to carefully sweep the snow.

Chu Jun looked at Mo Heng's expression as he glanced twice and looked back, and thought it was very cute. He felt a little regretful that he had not transformed into a snow lotus and appeared in front of Mo Heng earlier.

These six years, not being able to appear in front of Mo Heng, were really hard to endure.

From that day on, Heng Wu rushed to clean the backyard every day. Looking at the little white flowers every day, he felt happier, as if something he had lost had returned to him.

Winter left with the sound of firecrackers, and it was a new year again. The weather began to warm up, and Heng Wu came to Chu Yun more frequently.

He had checked ancient books and knew that this was a flower called snow lotus, which preferred cold climates. Now that the temperature was rising, Heng Wu was worried that when he came to see him again one day, the petals would fall off and he would be gone.

When Heng Wu thought of this possibility, his heart felt like it was being stabbed with needles.

"Heng Wu, why are you in the backyard again?" An old voice came from outside the garden.

"Master." Heng Wu looked at the old man who walked in and saluted with his hands clasped together. "I came to see the snow lotus. It's spring now. I wonder if this snow lotus will wither?"

The child's tone was uneasy, causing Xuelianhua to lean towards him, as if to comfort him.

Wu Chen glanced at the snow lotus by the pond, bent down and said to Heng Wu with a smile, "It won't wither. As long as Heng Wu comes to see it every day, it won't be willing to wither."

"Really?" Heng Wu believed in his master very much.

"Of course, Heng Wu can try."

"Then Heng Wu comes to chant sutras for Xuelian every day."

Wu Chen touched Heng Wu's head, turned to look at the snow lotus swaying left and right, turned the Buddhist beads in his hand, and left slowly.

Chu Jun felt that Wu Chen might have seen through his identity, and was a little worried at first.

However, now seeing that he had no intention of interfering, she felt that he probably tacitly agreed to her staying by Mo Heng's side like this, and she happily waved the flowers again.

Heng Wu felt that his master had not deceived him, so he chanted sutras for the snow lotus every day. Winter came again, and the snow lotus continued to bloom quietly by the river.

However, Heng Wu felt that Xiao Baihua didn't seem to like scriptures. Every time he finished reading scriptures to Xiao Baihua, Xiao Baihua looked wilted and listless.

However, Heng Wu had nothing to share with Xiao Baihua except the scriptures.

As for Chu Jun, he felt that all this was probably Master Wu Chen's revenge. Otherwise, why would he have to look at Mo Heng's cute face every day and listen to that childish voice chanting scriptures to him?

Chu Jun lived a life of pain and happiness every day. He only hated that he had no mouth, otherwise he could tell Mo Heng that he didn't like listening to scriptures.

Time, like a silent river, flows quietly in the cracks of years.

It is neither hurried nor slow, but it never stops.

A handsome man, holding an ancient scripture in his hand, sat quietly by the pond.

The moonlight shone on him, illuminating his handsome face.

The years have left a sacred and inviolable aura on him, making him appear detached and indifferent.

His eyes were deep, as if he could calmly see through all the filth in the world and remain untainted by the world.

He was tall and slender, sitting alone by the pool. His figure was stretched out in the moonlight, appearing particularly peaceful and solemn.

Chu Yun in the snow lotus looked at Mo Heng under the moon with fascination. Chu Yun felt that this cold monk's skin could be preserved forever.

It would be great if I could collect every skin, playing Miracle Hengheng would be the most interesting thing.

As a monk, Mo Heng did not grow hair, but even so, it only added a sense of transcendence to Mo Heng and did not affect his beauty at all.