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

Meanwhile, at Cibei Temple.

The sound of the bell broke the tranquility of the ancient temple, and the monks left the main hall one after another after finishing their prayers.

Unlike the playful atmosphere of the past few days, the hall is now filled with the fragrance of incense and a solemn atmosphere.

Some dust had settled on the small prayer cushion beside the offering table. Shiga gently swept it away with the hem of his sleeve.

Jinglian, who was standing by his side, was taken aback by his actions, but then she understood.

Yes, it's been a while since that little cat demon left. Without him dozing off during morning and evening prayers, the temple seems to have returned to its old, rigid ways, and strangely, it's lost some of its charm.

The key point is that he felt that the Buddhist disciple, like the atmosphere in the temple, had returned to the past.

Neither sorrow nor joy, solemn and serene.

It seemed that the gentleness he saw in the Buddha's disciple during the time when the cat demon was around was just his illusion.

But now, seeing Shijia brush past the prayer mat, Jinglian knew that it was not an illusion.

Even though the Buddhist disciple's gaze upon the futon remained as still as water, Jinglian still glimpsed a ripple within it.

Jinglian's heart trembled more and more as she looked at it, and she subconsciously stepped forward.

Shiga glanced at him indifferently, withdrew his hand expressionlessly, and turned to leave, but suddenly felt a tightness in his chest, which vanished in an instant.

Shiga's figure stopped.

The prayer beads he held in his palm suddenly seemed to light up for a moment, whether from the bright candlelight in the hall or from being held in his palm for too long.

Shiga's fingertips trembled slightly. He lowered his eyes and stared at the prayer beads for a long time.

The prayer beads appeared normal, as if they had never been lit before, or perhaps the light from the candle was just a glare from the candlelight.

He stared at it quietly for a long time, a strange emotion welling up in his heart.

Seeing that Shigatsa was not moving, Jinglian waited for a long time before walking up to him with some doubt and asking, "Buddha's disciple, what's wrong?"

Shiga calmly composed himself and shook his head to indicate that he was alright.

He frowned slightly and twirled his prayer beads, trying to dispel the emotions in his heart.

But that feeling was like the continuous rain in the sky, lingering for days and impossible to shake off.

His steps faltered for a moment.

Jinglian noticed this and quickly stepped forward to help him up.

Shiga waved his hand in refusal.

Jinglian thought there was something wrong with his health and said with some concern, "Buddha's disciple, your health has not yet recovered. Otherwise, let me take a look at you."

Actually, Jinglian wasn't just worried about the Buddha's health; she was even more concerned that Shijia hadn't regained his magical powers for a long time.

Nearly a month has passed since the backlash and divine punishment, but the Buddha's power still shows no signs of recovery.

Logically speaking, the first loss of merit was recovered in just three days, so this time it should take no more than ten days. Moreover, Jinglian calculated that the Buddhist disciple should have regained his magical power by the time the little cat demon woke up.

Now that it's so late, I really don't know where things went wrong.

Jinglian's heart sank slightly. For the first time, she solemnly raised this question with Shijia, "Buddha's disciple, your magical power has not yet recovered. This disciple has some doubts and asks the Buddha's disciple for an explanation."

Shiga looked up at him, pondered for a moment, and then asked in a low voice, "What is it that you don't understand?"

Jinglian said solemnly, "Previously, the backlash of merits would not have caused you, Buddha, to lose your magical power. However, after the events in Jade Capital, you unexpectedly lost your magical power due to the backlash. Although you recovered in time, I still do not understand the reason..."

Why exactly?

Jinglian analyzed the differences between the backlash of merit in Yujing City and previous ones.

At first, he suspected that it might be related to the cat demon absorbing the Buddha's merits. But then he remembered an earlier incident when the cat demon first came to the Compassion Temple and absorbed the Buddha's merits in the Buddha Cave. The Buddha did not lose any magical power afterward, which proved that it had nothing to do with the cat demon absorbing the Buddha's merits.

Jinglian was completely baffled by this, but the only thing she was certain of was that this matter must be related to the little cat demon.

Both times, he accompanied the Buddhist disciple, and this time, after the disciple returned to Cibei Temple, he vaguely sensed a change in the disciple's attitude towards him. Perhaps, it was this slight change that led to the disciple losing his magical powers.

But he dared not think about it.

If it is confirmed, what should be done?

This confirms that the Buddhist disciple was indeed different from other sentient beings in his feelings towards the little cat demon, and that the reason he couldn't regain his magical powers was simply because his compassionate heart had been moved by love...

But he's not human.

He is a Buddha, a Buddha without emotions or desires.

Now, how can Jinglian believe that he could fall in love with Jiang Xiyu?

How could he believe that the Buddhist disciple would...?

Would someone develop 'love' for a man?

So absurd...

Buddha should not have feelings of love.

To give rise to love is to give rise to suffering, which will destroy one's resolve to cultivate the Way.

It will be ruined, Buddha's child...

A cold wind swept by, and the candlelight in the hall seemed to go out for a moment.

The Buddha statue was solemn, its round eyes gazing compassionately at the two people standing at the door. As the candlelight flickered, the golden light surrounding the Buddha statue seemed to dim for a moment. When it was lit again, the Buddha statue glared angrily, as if asking why this was so.

Jinglian trembled for a moment, feeling a sharp edge on her back and a chill running down her spine.

Shijia remained calm. He did not look at Jinglian, nor did he see her horrified expression. He simply advised, "Follow your heart and let things take their course. There is no need to worry."

Jinglian's mind was unsettled because she was worried about why he couldn't regain his magical powers.

Jinglian knew this too, but at this moment, he felt as if he had entered a freezing hell.

He came to the human world by imperial decree to help Shika to repent of his evil thoughts and return to the realm of Buddhahood.

Jinglian never imagined that the cause and effect he had initially overlooked would actually lead to such a situation for the Buddhist disciple.

Even though his mindset towards spiritual practice wasn't as rigid as other monks', it was clear that he would find it difficult to accept for the time being.

He gazed at Shiga, his heart unable to find peace for a long time.

At this moment, even the gaze of the Buddha behind them seemed to have lost its compassion.

For Yu Jinglian, it was more like an interrogation.

He took a deep breath, his breath trembling, but he still couldn't help but ask with difficulty, "Buddha's disciple, is it because of... him that you cannot regain your magical power?"

Both of them knew who that "he" referred to.

Jinglian also believes that the heart of a Buddhist disciple is as clear and transparent as crystal.

He must have realized it himself, or he may have taken it as a form of spiritual practice, or he may have simply let it go.

But little did he know that no matter which choice he made, it would only taint him with karma and affect his Buddhist heart.

Upon hearing this, Shiga gazed silently into the distance.

For a long time, until the sky darkened and the candlelight in the temple began to flicker gently.

He seemed to be enveloped in a halo of Buddha's light. As he stood quietly before the altar, his gaze suddenly fell upon the candlelight, and his dark pupils seemed to reflect the points of light.

A breeze blew by, and the candlelight flickered gently.

His heart seemed to sway for a moment as well.

When Jinglian saw that he remained silent, her heart sank completely.

He looked at the prayer mat next to the altar, then asked, "Buddha, why did you sweep that prayer mat just now?"

This is like asking:

Buddhist disciple, were you just now...?

Are you thinking about him?