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Chapter 109 The Young Master and the Ghost Bride 9

The Taoist priest had a thin face and wore a tattered robe, looking unreliable. In his hand, he held a seemingly ordinary wooden staff, but upon closer inspection, the staff was covered in strange runes.

Chu Jun originally didn't intend to pay attention to this Taoist priest who seemed to be a liar, but for some reason, when he saw the wooden stick in his hand, his eyes stung for a moment, and he intuitively felt that this Taoist priest might really be capable.

With the mentality of giving it a try, Chu Yun invited the Taoist priest to the courtyard where Mo Heng was.

"Master, you said that there is an evil spirit causing trouble here. I wonder if it is this evil spirit that has brought my master here. Where is the evil spirit and can it be expelled?" In front of the Taoist priest, Chu Jun was too lazy to pretend to be a woman and spoke frankly.

Taoist Yang had been traveling the world for many years. When he first arrived in Su Village, he discovered a strong yin energy, and the place where this yin energy was strongest was the Mo Mansion.

Taoist Yang is not a nosy person, nor does he come to help the Mo family out of kindness. He has just been looking for powerful ghosts to recruit for his own use. The Mo Mansion seems to be suitable, so he came to the Mo Mansion to give it a try.

Taoist Yang has some skills, otherwise he wouldn't have been in the martial arts world for so many years.

When he first met Chu Jun, he noticed something was wrong with him; he looked far too young. He had heard that the current head of the Mo family had married six years ago, but no one knew what the Mo family mistress looked like. They only knew her last name was Chu and she was eighteen years old.

Now six years have passed, and the young man in front of him still looks like he is eighteen years old. The people in the Mo family may have become accustomed to it and therefore do not notice anything unusual, but Taoist Yang began to doubt Chu Jun's identity.

"Could the evil spirit in this mansion be Madam Mo?" Taoist Yang wondered.

Taoist Yang was still unsure at this point, so he decided to calm her down first. "Don't worry, Madam. Master Mo fell into a coma because the Yin energy here is too strong, causing it to enter his body. I will dispel the Yin energy here, and Master Mo will wake up."

Although Taoist Yang spoke with great confidence, Chu Jun didn't quite believe it.

In the seven years since he woke up, Chu Jun had not seen any supernatural things. To him, ghosts and evil spirits were just things in storybooks.

Chu Jun still had doubts about the truthfulness of Yang Laodao's words.

The place for the ritual was chosen to be the inner courtyard of the main house, which has a spacious space and is located in a relatively central position in the Mo Mansion.

Everything was prepared quickly. Chu Jun walked to the corner of the yard, ready to watch Taoist Yang perform his rituals.

Taoist Yang changed into a traditional Bagua robe, a lotus crown on his head, and held an ancient peach wood sword. Beside him stood a copper incense burner, from which curled up the incense, emitting a faint sandalwood scent that seemed to purify the surrounding air.

Chu Jun also felt that the air around him seemed to become thicker, making it difficult for him to move, as if something was trying to wrap around him.

A golden light flashed in Taoist Yang's eyes, and he saw a thick yin energy gathering in the courtyard. The yin energy on Mrs. Mo was particularly heavy, so thick that her human form could not be seen clearly.

Taoist Yang understood, took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and began to silently chant a spell. As the spell continued, the peach wood sword in his hand began to emit a faint light, gradually illuminating the entire courtyard.

The Taoist's steps were steady and powerful. He began to walk in the center of the courtyard with a specific step. Each step seemed to step on an invisible node, stimulating circles of invisible fluctuations.

These fluctuations gradually spread and collided with the yin energy in the courtyard, making a slight explosion sound.

As the spell progressed, the peach wood sword in the Taoist's hand shone brighter and brighter, and he began to sketch a series of intricate spells in the air.

These talismans seemed to be imbued with life, automatically floating in the air before spreading out in all directions. Each talisman was like a sharp blade, slicing through the cold and gloomy air within the temple, leaving it nowhere to hide.

The evil spirit began to struggle and resist, and suddenly a violent storm arose in the courtyard, raising dust, as if trying to blow away the Taoist's talisman.

However, Yang Laodao remained unmoved. His voice grew more passionate, and the rhythm of his incantations became more rapid. The light on the peach wood sword solidified, like an indestructible shield, repelling the violent winds one by one.

Finally, Taoist Yang roared with a powerful roar and pointed the peach wood sword directly at the core of the Yin Qi. A dazzling light burst out from the tip of the sword, striking directly at the root of the Yin Qi.

Only a shrill wail was heard, and the negative energy in Mo Heng quickly dissipated like mist dispelled by the morning light.

The courtyard returned to tranquility, leaving only the Taoist's steady breathing and the lingering scent of smoke from the incense burner.

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"The master of the family has woken up, madam, the master of the family has woken up." The servant who was guarding Mo Heng ran to the yard to inform Chu Jun as soon as he woke up.

Most of the servants and maids in the Mo Mansion are partial to Chu Yun.

Chu Jun was gentle by nature and treated servants like them very well.

Moreover, ever since his eldest young master met Chu Jun, Young Master Mo's ruthlessness and decisiveness have been restrained a lot, and he has pretended to be gentle and elegant.

In this huge Mo Mansion, who doesn't know Mo Heng's methods?

Probably the only one who truly feels that the master is gentle is the lady.

Mo Heng was in a coma, and Chu Jun was worried every day, which made the servants feel very distressed. So when Mo Heng woke up, the first thing he did was not to find a doctor, but to inform his wife.

"Ah Heng." Upon hearing this, Chu Jun could hardly maintain his original decency and ran back to the bedroom.

In the bedroom, Mo Heng leaned against the headboard. Although his face still had a sick look, he smiled gently when he saw Chu Jun appear: "Xiao Jun."

Chu Jun no longer cared about the outsiders watching around, and rushed into Mo Heng's arms, rubbing her cheek against Mo Heng's neck so that she could feel Mo Heng's heartbeat and breathing.

Mo Heng felt the gentle touch in the crook of his neck, and hugged the beauty's waist tightly with his hands. The little flesh on her waist that he had worked so hard to grow was gone, which made Mo Heng feel heartbroken.

"Madam, have you not eaten well recently? How are you doing your work?" Unable to be angry with the beloved in his arms, Mo Heng could only vent his anger on the innocent servant beside him.

The servant bowed and admitted his mistake, but he didn't think he would be punished. With the lady around, Mo Heng had no say at all.

Chu Jun was originally being held by Mo Heng. Mo Heng's warm body temperature warmed up her body which had been cold these days. Hearing the man's unreasonable words, she gently patted him on the back.

Mo Heng's attention was drawn back, and he no longer cared about other people. He was busy comforting his wife. He could get his wife's affection by pinching the back of Chu Yun's neck. This was a little secret that Mo Heng discovered. He felt that his wife was just like a civet cat.

Feeling the man's dishonest hand, Chu Jun patted it weakly and said angrily, "It's because you haven't woken up yet, why are you blaming the servants?"

"It's all my fault. It's all my fault. Xiaojun, don't be angry. Are you hungry? Come on, go prepare some snacks for your wife." Seeing that the person in his arms started to act coquettishly, Mo Heng knew that Chu Jun was probably not that sad anymore. The important thing to do now is to let his wife eat more.

The servant was a perceptive man and naturally understood what the master meant. He retreated to prepare some snacks.

After everyone around had left, Mo Heng finally dug the crying Chu Yun out of his arms, held Chu Yun's face, gently kissed away the beauty's pearly tears, and slowly coaxed her.

Chu Jun knew that Mo Heng had just woken up and needed to rest, so she stopped crying after a while. She just wanted Mo Heng to coax her, and she was not really that spoiled.

Mo Heng was indeed seriously ill, and he fell asleep again not long after lying down.

After this incident, Chu Jun had more trust in Taoist Yang. He invited Taoist Yang to stay at the Mo Mansion as a guest of honor, and planned to thank him properly after Mo Heng fully recovered.

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"You mean, my wife is a ghost."

A week later, Mo Heng had fully recovered. A man in a luxurious brocade robe sat in the main seat, his face expressionless. His aura was so overwhelming that it made Old Taoist Yang breathless.