The Nth Secret Identity I Used to Fool My Black Lotus Disciple

Black-lotus, dramatic disciple gong x bewitching beauty, silver-tongued master shou

Wu Xun was once brought to a terrible end by someone, then forgot all about that person and what happened.

Until misfortune followed him everywhere. He made a vow before a battered statue of a True Lord in the wilderness:

"If you grant me your protection, I'll build a pagoda for you, cast you a golden body, and offer incense at every season without fail."

He didn't know what kind of wandering ghost he'd summoned. It laughed at him. "Silly boy, the True Lord you're praying to didn't even get a whole corpse after he died. You think he'll protect you?"

From then on, the ghost followed him everywhere, refusing to leave.

He was handsome, but his mouth was full of nonsense. "Lend me some incense."

Wu Xun was naive and thought that incense meant prostrating himself and bowing respectfully.

The ghost said nothing and let him bow several times, then smiled brightly and wound himself around Wu Xun's neck, his tone teasing.

"Young man, the incense I want is for you to offer yourself to me."

Wu Xun was bashful and had always despised this frivolous, seductive ghost.

Until one day, the ghost went to ask someone else for incense. Wu Xun flew into a rage.

Without a word, he pulled the ghost back and took the initiative to kiss him.

The instant their lips met, memories from three hundred years ago returned to Wu Xun. He smiled bitterly.

"Why have you come near me again this time? To kill me once more?"

Later, one time, after their lovemaking, the ghost lay contentedly against his chest and said out of nowhere:

"Forget the golden pagoda body. But the incense offerings have to be made on time."

From the master's perspective:

In their previous life, he deceived his little disciple and brought him to a tragic end.

Who could have guessed that even as he died, the boy still trusted him as before, respected and loved him? Even with a blade driven into his heart, he refused to believe his master had come to kill him.

Lian Zhou thought it was fortunate he had only lived this life once. The dead were like extinguished lamps; if he died too, he wouldn't have to live with his guilt forever.

But humans can't outwit fate. He didn't die, and his little disciple miraculously survived as well.

An accident brought the two of them together once more.

Reborn, Lian Zhou left behind his role as the boy's master and vowed to mend his ways and spoil the little disciple he'd wronged so badly in their previous life.

But things spiraled completely out of control.

The harder he tried to be good to his little disciple, the more the boy seemed to resent him.

He was accidentally bound to him by a marriage pact, and the boy thought it was a scheme. (It was genuinely an accident.)

He broke the marriage pact, and the boy thought it was a scheme.

He saved the boy's life, and the boy thought it was a scheme.

He dressed the boy up to look handsome, and the boy thought it was a scheme.

He took a blade for him, and the boy still thought it was a scheme.

Lian Zhou was on the verge of tears. He wanted to shake the boy by the shoulders and ask, What exactly do you think I'm scheming to do?

In their previous life, it had been so easy to win his little disciple's pure devotion as a son. Now, no matter how hard he tried, everything only seemed unbearably painful.

Lian Zhou was at a loss. Seeing that if he tried any harder they'd become enemies, he had no choice but to give up. The next time he needed to borrow some incense, he decided to find someone else.

Who should catch him but his little disciple? With a dark expression, the boy dragged him back into the house and shut the door. Before Lian Zhou could say anything, the boy pinned him down and kissed him.

No, this was all wrong! This was absolutely not how things were supposed to go.

Wu Xun stared into his eyes. "Aren't you in love with me? What a masterful scheme, playing hard to get."

??? Lian Zhou was losing his mind. How could a master possibly fall in love with his disciple? He only feels guilty!!!

On wanting to make amends, while his disciple wants to date me.

[Coming Soon] Blind Marriage

Shen Tianbai has been blind and lame since childhood, bedridden with illness.

By the time he turned nineteen, he was clearly not going to survive. To bring him good luck, his family arranged for him to marry a young woman.

On their wedding night, he handed her a letter of divorce and the deeds to his farmland. "I don't have long to live. This marriage wasn't my wish, and I've wronged you. After I die, these assets..."

Before he could finish, the young woman held his face and leaned in to kiss him.

Their red wedding curtains swayed from midnight to dawn, and their hairpins lay scattered. After a night of passion, his whole body was limp and sore.

He had no idea what this woman was raised on, but she was powerfully built and strong.

However, she shared his misfortune. She was mute.

Two broken people nestled beneath their embroidered wedding covers and managed to make a happy life together.

In their three years of marriage, Shen Tianbai fell gravely ill several times, but always escaped death. As the saying goes, those who survive great misfortune will be blessed. Gradually, his health improved, and a faint glimmer returned to his eyes.

One night, he secretly burned the letter of divorce and had new wedding clothes prepared. He wanted to surprise her once he could see again.

On the day his sight returned, everything was ready for the wedding feast, except the bride was nowhere to be found.

He searched everywhere, but found no one. "Where's my wife, the woman I've lived with day and night for three years?"

His mother wept bitterly. "My son, why haven't you recovered from your delusions? That young woman died in her sedan chair on your wedding night three years ago."

He stared blankly. Who had he been sharing such intimate moments with for the past three years? Could it really have been a dream?

Then upheaval struck the family, and his youngest uncle, a man who had flouted convention since youth and had been away for years, returned after receiving a letter from home.

He stared at his uncle's waist. He remembered his wife having the same shape.

Later, that man pinned him behind the ancestral hall door, caught his hand, and let him measure his waist.

"My good nephew, have you developed a taste for the finer things?"

Theme: Those who possess flowers have no need of gods.