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

The night is as cold as water.

The candlelight in the meditation room flickered, creating wisps of smoke. As the smoke bloomed, it seemed to fall into the eyes of the Buddha statue sitting cross-legged in the niche. The Buddha smiled kindly, quietly watching a wisp of smoke rising from the altar. The smoke curled around the niche, making the Buddha's shadow hazy.

After offering incense, Shiga twirled his prayer beads for a moment before looking up at the meditation bed.

Jiang Xiyu was still fast asleep on the bed.

His face was hidden in the flickering candlelight, like a budding rosebud, his sleeping face serene and peaceful, the sorrow between his brows seemingly smoothed away by the light and shadow.

Shiga gazed at her quietly for a while, seemingly lost in thought.

After a long while, he moved, extinguished a few of the bright candles, and then walked to the meditation bed. He examined Jiang Xiyu for a moment, the prayer beads swaying gently in the air. He then gently touched the temperature of Jiang Xiyu's forehead with the back of his hand, and it was still very hot.

Not only his forehead, but Jiang Xiyu's whole body was burning hot, as if his blood was being scalded by the merits he had accumulated. Even the white hair that clung to his face was soaked with sweat.

Shijia frowned slightly. He had lost his magic power, so he couldn't help Jiang Xiyu relieve the heat of the marrow cleansing. He could only do what ordinary people do, fetch warm water and a soft cloth, and wipe Jiang Xiyu's body.

Each time Jiang Xiyu absorbs merit, his bone marrow is indeed cleansed. The merit will wash away the impurities in his bone marrow, reshape his meridians, and increase his cultivation level. However, at the same time, it will also cause him to endure some inevitable pain.

When Shiga wiped his wrist, it felt like ice, and Jiang Xiyu subconsciously sought out that coolness.

When his face touched hers, Shiga felt the warmth of her wrist.

His hand suddenly stopped, and after a moment, his fingertips twitched slightly before he slowly withdrew it.

Unable to reach that icy Jiang Xiyu, his brows, which had been smoothed out, furrowed again.

It seemed like reluctance, like lingering affection.

Shiga looked down for a moment, then wrung out the soft handkerchief again and used it to wipe the sweat from his neck.

This time, Jiang Xiyu turned his head and gently pressed his cheek against Shijia's hand. Although the skin beneath was icy cold, it was a balm for Jiang Xiyu's pain. His brows relaxed slightly, his long eyelashes trembled, and he suddenly murmured, "Don't go..."

The sound was as light as mist, yet it lingered in Shiga's ears.

His gaze remained fixed on Jiang Xiyu's face, his figure motionless.

Those temperatures seemed to seep through the skin and spread into Shiga's cold bones and blood.

He didn't pull his hand away, but he also didn't take the initiative to get closer.

After a while, he looked away and gazed at the flickering candlelight.

The candlelight flickered, and his still eyes seemed to sway as well.

Soon, the clear, cool chanting of Buddhist hymns echoed from the meditation room.

Jiang Xiyu was unable to merge merits using the Heart Sutra, so Shijia recited the Heart Sutra for him.

An hour later, Jiang Xiyu's expression gradually calmed down, and he stopped sweating.

The light and shadow danced, and his body seemed to be enveloped in a layer of Buddhist light.

Seeing that he had completed the marrow cleansing, Shijia stopped talking, his expression softening inexplicably in the candlelight.

When Jinglian arrived, this was the scene she saw.

He stopped outside the meditation room, gripped the herb tightly in his hand, and looked at it with a rather complicated expression.

Upon receiving the message from the Buddhist disciple, he immediately left the temple to search for the magical herb.

I never expected to see such an unexpected scene when I came back.

It was surprising, but not entirely unexpected.

Because when he was in Qicheng, he had a vague feeling that something was wrong.

The atmosphere between the Buddhist monk and the cat demon seemed impossible for outsiders to blend into.

Not only did he hold the cat demon in his arms despite the dirt, but whenever the cat demon appeared, the Buddha's cold eyes would always seem to follow him.

That's not the look a Buddhist disciple should have towards all living beings.

At least, in the hundred years that Jinglian had been by his side, she had never seen those eyes actively follow anything.

Although the Buddha's eyes remained as still as water, showing no ripples whatsoever, when he looked at the cat demon, it seemed as if he were truly only pitying every blade of grass and tree, the flickering candlelight still inadvertently revealed a gentle expression, just like that of an ordinary person.

That expression shouldn't belong to a Buddha sitting high on a lotus throne.

He should be free from sorrow and joy, and view all living beings with equanimity.

Instead of gazing at someone quietly and gently, as is the case now.

It's as if the Buddhist disciple is no longer a Buddha; he seems to have developed the flesh and blood and emotions of a mortal.

But how could that be?

Jinglian stood at the doorway and couldn't help but call out inside, "Buddha's disciple..."

Shiga didn't turn around; he simply tucked the blanket around Jiang Xiyu's head before getting up.

He walked to the door, glanced at Jinglian expressionlessly, and gestured for her not to speak there.

Jinglian nodded respectfully, and her heart, which had been pounding, inexplicably relaxed because of Shijia's indifference.

That look was the one he knew from the Buddha, while what he had just seen seemed to be merely the flickering of candlelight, which had created an illusion for him.

Upon reaching the courtyard, Jinglian quickly presented the herb in her hands, saying, "Buddha's disciple, this is the immortal herb you sent me to find. I have already found it."

Shiga glanced at it and reached out to take it.

But as he reached out, Jinglian keenly sensed something was wrong.

He could no longer sense the Buddhist disciple's level of cultivation.

Jinglian paused for a moment, then looked up at Shijia.

Even though he already knew that the Buddhist disciple might lose his magical power due to the backlash of his merits, what he saw with his own eyes at this moment still left him in disbelief.

But the Buddhist disciple remained calm, and Jinglian opened her lips, but hesitated several times before speaking.

Shiga glanced up at the moonlight, his robe fluttering gently in the night breeze.

Jinglian's expression was solemn. After a long while, she finally asked, "Buddha's disciple, do you still possess magical powers?"

He wasn't with the Buddha last time, so I don't know why he lost all his magical powers.

However, this time, Tianlu acted strangely, and Jinglian felt that this backlash was not simple.

He rushed to the Buddhist monk's meditation room that very day, but when he arrived outside, the monk refused to let him in, instead instructing him to go and find the immortal herb.

Jinglian vaguely sensed the demonic aura in the meditation room and knew that Jiang Xiyu was inside. She assumed that he was absorbing merit for Shijia, so she did not go in.

I didn't get back until tonight...

Shiga paused for a moment, then shook his head with a calm expression.

Jinglian looked anxious and asked, "Buddha's disciple, are you feeling unwell?"

Shiga calmly replied, "It's nothing."

Seeing that his expression was normal, Jinglian asked again, "When will the Buddha's power be restored?"

Shiga did not speak, but simply lowered his eyes to look at the immortal herb in his hand.

The herb comes from the snow-capped mountains, and its branches and leaves exude a bone-chilling cold.

The chill lingered around Shijia's fingertips, gradually wiping away the warmth Jiang Xiyu had given him.

Shiga frowned.

His perception time is limited.

Last time it was three days, I wonder how many days it will be this time...

It was quiet.

Jinglian, who had not received a reply for a long time, followed Shijia's gaze and saw that his hands were already stained with the frost of the immortal herb. Suddenly remembering that he had lost his magic power and was now a mortal, he could not touch the immortal herb. She immediately reached out and took it back, saying, "Buddha's disciple, please let me handle this immortal herb."

Shiga grunted in agreement and instructed him to prepare the medicine.

This magical herb was used to suppress Jiang Xiyu's fever.

Jinglian agreed, then, recalling the scene she had just witnessed, asked, "Buddha's disciple, what happened to the little cat demon?"

Shiga glanced at the meditation room and said gently, "After the merit has entered your body, you need to sleep for a few days."

This tone made Jinglian feel even more uneasy.

He paused for a moment, then tentatively suggested, "How about I come and take care of him? If there's anything wrong with the little cat demon's body, I can help out."

Upon hearing this, Shijia glanced at Jinglian, his gaze cold.