My Nonhuman Boyfriend Is from a Thousand Years Ago

Xie Changsheng was sickly from birth, unlucky enough to choke even on a sip of water, and evil spirits were always coveting his pure yin body.

To prolong his life, he was forced to inherit a dilapidated Taoist temple and earn incense money for himself.

The temple was surrounded by empty wilderness. The neighbors all avoided it, and there were hardly any worshippers. It was probably haunted at night, too.

Xie Changsheng pondered: Is it really okay to sleep here?

At first, nothing happened.

But later, eerie laughter would often ring through the temple in the middle of the night. Whenever Xie Changsheng woke up, the shabby temple had been cleaned until it was spotless.

He kept having the same nightmare: cold fingers interlaced with his, an alluring scent of plum blossoms drifting against his face, soft lips kissing his waist in little broken kisses, leaving him with nowhere to escape. When he woke, his back and waist would ache.

As a straight man, he couldn't take it anymore:

What kind of haunted temple is this? I want to go to school, aaaah!!

At the start of his freshman year, he immediately got on the wrong side of a beautiful, stone-faced senior.

The other man wore an incongruous traditional jacket with a pipa-style placket and had the aloof air of someone who wanted nothing to do with anyone. He also kept haunting Xie Changsheng, never leaving him alone.

Roommate: Senior Wen is seriously bad news. If he's got his eye on you, you're doomed!

Xie Changsheng: TvT

But gradually, the temple started getting more worshippers. Most of its visitors, however, were headless ghosts murdered in stilt houses, cat spirits who couldn't find their owners, ghost brides who had lost an embroidered shoe, and the like.

Xie Changsheng was close to tears.

One day, as a hundred ghosts rampaged, just when he thought he was about to die, a red thread passed through countless vengeful spirits and gently wound around his finger

The other end of the red thread was wrapped around his senior's hand.

Wen Zhezhu parted his thin lips. “It took so much to find you. You and I were once married, so you can't just go and die again.”

Xie Changsheng instantly froze: Married... married?

How had he never heard about this?!!!

What he didn't know was that Wen Zhezhu had searched for him through seven lifetimes, enduring countless trials on the path to immortality, all to return his other half of the longevity lock and extend his life.

On a snowy night a thousand years ago, a wounded boy first met the Taoist priest Xie Changsheng.

The boy held on to his sleeve through more than ten years of spring and autumn, calling him Master and listening to his tales of countless strange happenings. In his heart, he hid innumerable wild desires. It was a shame that he hadn't been able to confess his feelings back then.

In the blink of an eye, a thousand years passed.

“Xie Changsheng.”

“Do you remember the boy you saved on a snowy night a thousand years ago?”

#I crossed a thousand years of snow and wind just to find you. #

A friendly note

① Optimistic sunshine-like exorcist bottom x long-haired, beautiful, black-hearted ghost king top

② 1v1, HE, sweet romance, master and disciple in a past life (the master is the bottom)

Theme: Love life