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

Although he did not utter a single word, his aura was like frost, carrying an indifferent sense of rejection.

Jinglian was speechless under that gaze. After a long silence, she put her palms together and said, "This disciple takes his leave."

He gripped the herb tightly in his hand, turned and left the temple.

If the gentle expression of the Buddhist disciple in the meditation room just now was merely a momentary illusion, then the seemingly unintentional threat and rejection revealed in the disciple's cold gaze now made Jinglian think more deeply.

For some reason, Jinglian felt that the Buddhist disciple who had lost his magical powers was somewhat strange.

Perhaps even the Buddha himself didn't realize that he seemed to care too much about that little cat demon.

Jinglian frowned, sighed inwardly, and couldn't help but feel worried.

Initially, after seeing the little cat demon save the Buddha's son in the Buddhist cave, Jinglian felt that it was a gift from the Buddha to the Buddha's son, even though she had already foreseen that there would be a cause and effect between the two of them because of this.

Jinglian firmly believed that Shijia, who was devoid of the seven emotions and six desires, would never be tainted by the karma of the mortal world. Furthermore, with the golden body protecting him, which isolated the Buddhist disciple from the perception of human emotions in this world, Jinglian was completely at ease.

But he forgot that nothing in this world is ever absolute.

Just like Jinglian never imagined that Shijia would lose his magic power due to the backlash, and losing magic power meant that his golden body was no more. With the golden body gone, Shijia naturally gained the ability to perceive human emotions.

The seven emotions and six desires can be eliminated, but at the same time, they can also arise at will.

Everything is created by the mind.

Just like the rejection just now, although the Buddhist disciple seemed to do it unintentionally, it was also born from the heart.

The Buddhist disciple did not want to get close to the cat demon.

He could have helped the little cat demon merge his merits if he had intervened.

But why did the Buddha not want him to get close?

As Jinglian walked and pondered, she suddenly stumbled and almost fell down the corridor.

After he stopped, he stood there in a daze for a long time.

As the night wind blew, the immortal herb in Jinglian's hand grew even colder, and the chill seeped into his skin through his hand, gradually spreading to his limbs and bones while he was distracted.

When Jinglian finally understood and came to her senses, her whole body felt as if she had fallen into an icy hell.

There may be a thousand possible explanations, but only one can truly explain the Buddhist disciple's unusual behavior.

As Jinglian thought about it, she suddenly began to tremble uncontrollably.

He immediately gritted his teeth and denied it.

He doesn't believe it!

……

During the days he was asleep, Jiang Xiyu felt as if he had undergone a spiritual practice.

In the process of spiritual practice, there are mountains of knives and seas of fire, as well as snow-capped mountains and flowing streams.

However, whenever he was about to reach his breaking point, he would always hear the rhythmic chants of Sanskrit.

The chanting gently soothed his pain, turning mountains of knives and seas of fire into spring breezes and drizzle, snow-capped mountains and streams into peach blossoms reflecting the sun. Jiang Xiyu, amidst all this, found unprecedented peace and tranquility in his heart.

The candlelight in the meditation room burned for him for nine nights, until the tenth day when Jiang Xiyu finally awoke from his deep sleep.

When he woke up, the scenery outside the meditation room was beautiful, with sunlight streaming in through the window and illuminating a floating incense stick.

Jiang Xiyu stared blankly for a while before moving her body, only to find that all the merit in her body had been dissolved. Compared to the time when she had to use her mental techniques to dissolve the merit, this time it was dissolved as soon as she woke up.

He couldn't help but sit up, raise his hand to explore his meridians, close his eyes and sensed for a moment, and then discovered that his cultivation level had greatly increased, which surprised him.

If this rate of increase continues, others' hard work for a hundred years of cultivation would not be as effective as his few days of slumber, which would be truly too heaven-defying.

Suddenly, a very light footstep reached my ears.

Jiang Xiyu suddenly looked up and sensed Shiga's presence.

He looked around the meditation room, but there was no sign of Shiga. Only on the altar, which had never been lit before, were a few sticks of incense burning, with wisps of smoke rising and dissipating.

Jiang Xiyu's brows twitched slightly as he realized that this was the Buddhist incense he had smelled while he was asleep.

Did the mage order this?

Jiang Xiyu stared for a moment, then, sensing the footsteps getting closer, turned his gaze toward the door of the meditation room.

A moment later, a figure walked in.

The sunlight illuminated the pale gold patterns on the snow-white robe, and the light and shadow of the patterns reflected on the ground. As the person walked in with light and slow steps, it was as if golden lotuses had sprouted under their feet. Wherever they passed, there was no dust and no disturbance to the still water.

Jiang Xiyu's eyes flickered, and she couldn't help but hold her breath.

He had never seen a second color appear on Shiga's robe before.

Even though the gold was faint, it still made him look as noble as a god, and even the cold frost between his brows and eyes seemed to melt away a little in its reflection.

Jiang Xiyu stared intently at Shijia, her gaze unconsciously following him.

Shijia brought over the medicine, and after noticing Jiang Xiyu's gaze, he calmly raised his eyes and glanced at him.

His steps didn't stop, but the hand holding the medicine bowl paused for a moment.

Their eyes met, and Jiang Xiyu looked at his face, feeling somewhat embarrassed.

He lowered his eyes slightly, and felt a burning sensation behind his ears.

Shiga walked up to him, stared at him quietly for a long time, and then put the medicine bowl in his hand aside.

There were still toiletries left by the bed, and Shiga was about to reach for them.

Jiang Xiyu understood his meaning and quickly said, "Master, I can do it myself."

Shiga's hand paused in mid-air for a moment before he withdrew it and nodded slightly.

After Jiang Xiyu finished washing up, Shijia handed the medicine bowl to Jiang Xiyu, gesturing for him to drink it.

Jiang Xiyu leaned closer to him and subconsciously sniffed the medicine. Even though the smell was very faint, Jiang Xiyu still frowned when he smelled it. However, he still obediently took the medicine bowl and held it in his hands.

He looked up, blinked, and asked Shiga, "Master, what is this?"

He hadn't spoken for a long time, and his voice was hoarse.

During the ten days he was asleep, Shiga personally fed him the medicine.

Actually, this medicine isn't bitter at all.

Shiga paused for a moment, then said only, "This medicine is good for your health."

Jiang Xiyu drank it without hesitation.

After not tasting any bitterness, he suddenly looked up at Shiga.

Seeing that Shiga's face was expressionless, he lowered his eyes and drank it all. The aroma of the medicine spread between his lips and teeth, and the sweetness of the aftertaste lingered for a long time.

Jiang Xiyu smiled at Shijia, her eyes sparkling, "Thank you, Master. I'm sorry to have troubled you."

Shiga looked at him for a long time before shaking his head and saying softly, "It's not a problem."

Jiang Xiyu asked in confusion, "What?"

Shiga looked at Jiang Xiyu, then suddenly lowered his eyes and turned to walk towards the table by the window.

He is not his own problem.

Instead, he saved himself.