[The Outcast] Little Taoist! Stop Trying to Make This Monk Return to Secular Life!

Qing Yuan watched with a headache as the Taoist from next door came wandering around his Buddhist shrine again. "Benefactor, please leave." Wang Ye had changed out of his Taoist robes and wore his hair loose, looking entirely at ease. He surveyed the little shrine the Qing family had built for Qing Yuan inside their villa, then gazed leisurely at Qing Yuan kneeling before the Buddha. The sandalwood incense drifted and swirled, just like his state of mind: never steady. "Come on, Yuanyuan, I've already left the priesthood. Why haven't you come back yet?" The one whose childhood nickname had just been brought up bristled. "When did I ever say I was going to leave the priesthood?" "If you don't, how are we supposed to get married?" "???" The third son of the Qing family had been plagued by an uncanny abundance of romantic admirers since childhood. A senior monk who never read people's fortunes told him he was destined to attract many admirers, unless he took refuge in the Buddha. Qing Yuan: No. My fate is mine to decide, not the Buddha's. Until he realized that the people who liked him didn't seem to be normal people at all... I'm sorry, Buddha, please take me in. QAQ Why are nearly everyone who likes me not human? A certain Taoist stroked his chin. "Come to think of it, aside from me, they really aren't human, are they?" Qing Yuan: "??? I don't believe it!" Updates depend on fate. The more comments I get, the faster I'll update (lights cigarette). Writing out of love, living off comments. He is not a real monk (important). I also have another labor-of-love fanfic, like the one for Scissor Seven. Feel free to drop by, bookmark it, and leave a comment. Theme: Nothing in particular, I just did it for Ye.