Marrying a Buddha (Female-Dominated World)

Coming soon: Saving the Blackened Delicate Flower Male Second Lead (Transmigrating into a Book) Recently completed: I Became Famous Online by Outworking Men [Female-to-Male Transmigration] Zhou Yao transmigrated. She opened her eyes and found herself lying on a bed three hundred square meters wide. She sat bolt upright and discovered that there were lots and lots of men beside her. Good heavens, she felt like the word "embarrassment" had been stamped all over her. In a single night, the emperor, who had been a libertine for over a decade, suddenly turned ascetic. She became absorbed in affairs of state, and all three thousand men in her harem turned into background scenery. The beauties in her harem weren't willing to accept this. They schemed and plotted, fighting amongst themselves right before her eyes. Zhou Yao could take no more. She bundled up a pile of memorials and went incognito to the Temple of Compassion, saying she wanted to cultivate her character and rein in her desires. Later, through a corner of gauzy incense-colored silk fluttering in the Mahayana Hall, she saw a man who embodied every kind of allure. He never wore his long robe and cassock properly when she was around. Whenever she saw him, he was enveloped in a rich, heady fragrance. He also liked to call her A Yao softly through layer upon layer of gauze, telling her he missed her, his voice so tender it made her want to crush him in her arms. Zhou Yao, who was supposedly pure and desireless, swallowed despite herself. "Am I allowed to see this without making an incense offering?" Master Jingfan entered the Buddhist faith as a child, devoted himself to Buddhist cultivation, and left worldly concerns behind. He was the famed abbot of the Temple of Compassion. He alleviated the world's suffering, distinguished good from evil, and followed the laws of cause and effect. In a yellow-white robe, he had cool, stern features and clear, watery eyes. That day, he caught sight of a woman as beautiful as a peach blossom. His heartstrings trembled. He hurriedly closed his eyes and chanted "Amitabha" several times, his fingertips turning white as he gripped his prayer beads. That night, he copied Buddhist scriptures to purge impure thoughts from his mind, each stroke of ink forming a line of text. But the woman, clad in a thin garment, barged into the Mahayana Hall and softly called him "Jingfan." His fingertips trembled, and his brush swept across the page. The scripture was no longer scripture, and the Buddha was no longer the Buddha. How can one have the best of both worlds: neither betraying the Buddha nor the one they love? #Shocking: The female emperor pretends to be broke to lure a hottie, and even goes all the way to a temple to find him# Content warnings: 1. One-on-one romance, happy ending, male pregnancy, slice of life. 2. I'm terrible at writing blurbs. The title and blurb may change before the story starts, but the main plot won't. 3. If you have any suggestions, leave a comment below. Thanks for your support! 4. The setting is very loosely based on anything real, so please don't nitpick. If fate brings you here, come read. If not, please don't leave a bad rating~ (Blurb written on 2021.2.25 and saved as a screenshot. Anyone who steals the idea will be held accountable.) Coming soon: Saving the Blackened Delicate Flower Male Second Lead (Transmigrating into a Book) Shen Lanyan stayed up all night to finish an old-fashioned xianxia novel. The male second lead was a delicate, sickly young man in a wheelchair. When he was at his most innocent and naive, he took in the heroine, fell in love with her, and gave her everything best in the world. Unfortunately, he was the second male lead. Childhood sweethearts couldn't compete with a newcomer. Unable to have the woman he loved, he completely fell into darkness and became a demon at his coming-of-age ceremony, imprisoned the heroine, and forced her to become his cultivation partner. The story ended with him wishing the hero and heroine a happy life together, but he continued to love her, stayed chaste for her, and never married. Shen Lanyan closed her phone after finishing the novel and pulled the covers over herself. "The second male lead is pitiful, but who cares? I admire the male lead more." The next morning, Shen Lanyan woke up and discovered that she had become a snake. "???" System: "I extended your life, so you must do what I say. I now order you to win over that male second lead. Until you succeed, your body will keep deteriorating. If he hasn't fallen in love with you by his coming-of-age ceremony, you'll die." Shen Lanyan, twisting around and gritting her teeth: "Then tell me how to make someone fall in love with a snake." Du Tingyun took in a strange maid. Every day, she greeted him with a fake smile. Since she was only a tiny thing, she'd been writing him love letters, reciting love poems, singing love songs, and preparing all kinds of surprises. According to her, that was called "romance." But he didn't like her. He really didn't. He'd seen too many flattery tricks, and hers were so obviously insincere that they repulsed him. Every day, she asked if he liked her yet. He said no, and she'd put on an act, looking pale and miserable. Then, a little later, she'd jump up and hurl nasty, incomprehensible insults at him, threaten him, and yell at him, only to cook him a meal sweetly the next moment. She was exactly like a wicked villainess from a storybook. Later, he met a kind, pitiful girl and took her in too. Naturally, he fell for her. But that maid was awful, constantly trying to ruin their relationship. She was so awful. He didn't like girls who were that awful. But on the day of his coming-of-age ceremony, the kind girl he liked betrayed him and ran off with another man. And at a time like this, that awful girl still asked whether he liked her. He was inexplicably irritated and struck her, knocking her down the steps. Once again, she acted like she was on the verge of death, her face pale with pain. Then she suddenly smiled at him with relief and never moved again. Her true form horrified all the guests. That day was supposed to be his coming-of-age ceremony. Yet in front of his master and fellow disciples, he fell from his wheelchair and tumbled down the steps of the elixir platform, losing every trace of his composure and dignity. He clutched his awful girl in despair, still crying helplessly. He begged her again and again to ask him one more time. He liked her. He liked her so much. From the very first meeting, he had been overwhelmed by this feeling. #I never thought someone would miss every line of internet slang I hurled at him, and carve them deep into my tombstone# #Can a snake even have a tombstone?# #My last words before faking my death: I'm done with this# Theme: Everyone should take responsibility and keep moving forward.