Quick Transmigration: The Yandere Boss Pretends to Be Well After He's Gone Mad

Chapter 338 The Aloof and Holy Human Buddha Child VS The Adorable and Devoted Demon Cat Emperor [14]

Jinglian came out at noon, but Shijia was nowhere to be seen.

Jiang Xiyu originally intended to wait there, but Jinglian suddenly said she would take him to "go to the fields".

He said that since Jiang Xiyu was already a lay disciple of Cibei Temple, he should naturally have to do manual labor in the fields just like the formal disciples.

Jiang Xiyu proudly raised his chin, his two chubby hands waving in the air, gesturing for Jinglian to look at him and see if he looked like someone who could do manual labor.

Jinglian replied, "This is what the Buddha instructed. If you are unwilling, then..."

Upon hearing that it was Shijia who gave the order, Jiang Xiyu wagged his tail and said, "I'm willing. It's the Master's order, how could I not be willing?"

Jinglian then said, "Then come with me."

He had indeed wondered how a cat could possibly work on the job, and he didn't understand why the monk had given him such instructions.

But just now, when he saw Jiang Xiyu waiting at the stone table, he suddenly understood something.

When they arrived, the monks had already begun working on the back mountain.

Although Cibei Temple seems isolated from the world, the monks here are, after all, just ordinary mortals.

They need to eat vegetarian food, so they need to work the land and grow some vegetarian vegetables.

Some monks were tilling the land, some were sweeping, and others were repairing the temples...

Jiang Xiyu looked around and realized that he was only good at digging. He tried to dig a couple of times, but his snow-white paws got dirty with mud in no time.

The monks watched with curiosity as he dug a small pit.

Some disciples, unaware that Jiang Xiyu was accompanying them on their "work," couldn't help but chuckle at the sight: "What is he doing?"

In the brown soil, only Jiang Xiyu was digging around like a snowball. All the monks stopped and watched with great curiosity.

Seeing that they had stopped moving, Jinglian joked, "I guess this cat needs to use the toilet."

Jiang Xiyu had excellent hearing, and when he heard Jinglian say that she was digging the hole to use the toilet, he got so angry that he immediately quit.

He walked towards Jinglian and, without any politeness, left two dirty cat paw prints on Jinglian's robe. After stomping on it hard, he disappeared in a flash.

Jinglian wasn't angry. She dusted off her robe a couple of times and turned around to find Jiang Xiyu gone.

He instructed his disciples to continue their work, and then quickly followed after them.

The Buddhist monk told him to follow the cat, otherwise it would be terrible if he got lost.

Jiang Xiyu did not deliberately conceal his whereabouts. He went to the lotus pond to wash his claws a couple of times, and after washing off the mud, he returned to the outside of the Wanfo Hall.

Seeing him all alone, Jinglian came over to apologize for her slip of the tongue.

Jiang Xiyu didn't want to talk to him.

He is maintaining his original form only to use this cute appearance to get close to Shiga. Otherwise, a demon emperor like him wouldn't be in this situation.

Seeing him like this, Jinglian scratched her head, unsure of what to do.

He got up and just said it casually, mainly because cats in the human world usually dig in the dirt like that to...

He forgot that the cat was intelligent.

It's understandable that he was unhappy about saying it in public like that.

Jinglian thought for a moment and apologized, "Are you hungry? If you are, I'll take you to grill fish outside the temple."

Jiang Xiyu snorted and covered her ears to go to sleep.

Seeing his expression, Jinglian didn't know how to speak.

He stayed with Jiang Xiyu for a while, until the sun set in the west, and only left when it was almost time.

When Shiga came out of the Hall of Ten Thousand Buddhas, he saw the shadow of a cat curled up under the tree in the distance.

Perhaps because the wait was too long, a few withered leaves fell on the cat's soft, white fur. The withered leaves were yellowish and seemed to tarnish its purity, adding a touch of fragility to its appearance.

It seems like you can fall asleep anywhere—before the Buddha, on the windowsill, on the meditation mat, amidst the dust…

Shiga gazed at him silently for a moment before taking a step toward Jiang Xiyu.

Jiang Xiyu was right. In the past hundred years, no, in his entire long life, Shijia had never experienced the feeling of being waited for.

His path of spiritual practice was mostly spent in the meditation room, surrounded by incense, ancient lamps, and the cold moonlight hanging high in the night. Therefore, Shijia's heart remained undisturbed by Jiang Xiyu's waiting.

However, just as the leaves on the tree began to fall again, Shiga reached out and brushed them away.

Jiang Xiyu's ear tips twitched, and she slowly opened her eyes.

His pupils focused on Shiga, and when Shiga came out, he shook off the withered leaves on his body, raised his tail, and circled him twice.

Its tail gently brushed against Shiga's robe, which was bathed in moonlight, as if it liked it very much.

Shiga let him circle around twice, paused for a moment, and then finally bent down as if to hug him.

Jiang Xiyu was covered in dust, and he didn't want to soil Shijia's spotless body, so he avoided letting Shijia hug him.

Seeing this, Shiga paused for a moment with his slender fingers, then withdrew his hand and said, "Let's go."

Jiang Xiyu meowed and obediently followed beside him.

Shiga walked slowly; this time, he did not use magic to bring Jiang Xiyu back to the meditation room.

When Jiang Xiyu passed by the lotus pond, she felt like washing her paws again.

He jumped up and lay on the edge, waving his claws in the pool water.

Shiga quietly stopped and watched him fiddling with his prayer beads.

This pool is a lotus-shaped fountain pool, with multiple layers like a pagoda. The higher you go, the smaller the lotus becomes, and the excess water cascades down from the edge like a waterfall.

Jiang Xiyu hadn't eaten or drunk anything all day. He wanted to drink some water, but his original form was too small, and his tongue couldn't reach it.

At that moment, Shiga came over.

He cupped his hands, which were holding the prayer beads, and scooped up a handful of water for Jiang Xiyu. The water slid through the gaps between his fingers, brushed over the prayer beads, and finally fell back into the lotus pond, creating barely perceptible ripples.

Jiang Xiyu paused, her pupils slowly moving.

Shiga lowered his eyes, his brows and eyes seemingly shrouded in backlight, appearing very faint.

He asked quietly, "Aren't you going to drink?"

Jiang Xiyu hesitated for a moment, then lowered her head and gently licked the water from his palm.

As the water reached the bottom, Shiga felt a slight, warm, tingling sensation in his palm.