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

Jinglian didn't want him to step into this mortal world, nor did she want him to suffer the pain and torment of unfulfilled desires.

In the end, however, he nodded in agreement under Shiga's cold gaze.

He lowered his head and said with difficulty, "This disciple understands."

Seeing that he agreed, Shiga nodded slightly. He moved his fingertips slightly, seemingly stroking the prayer mat, before withdrawing his hand and walking towards the entrance of the Buddha Hall.

Jinglian followed behind him, her heart heavy.

When the two arrived at the meditation room, Jinglian watched as Shijia lit the lamps one by one.

He paused, standing at the door without going in, but stared at Shiga's back with a complicated look for a long time, until he lit all the lamps, until the meditation room was completely bright.

This ray of light seemed out of place in the surrounding silent darkness.

It even felt somewhat abrupt.

Because Jinglian had long been used to the perpetual gloom here.

Now, the Buddhist disciple personally lights a lamp in the night.

To outsiders, there was nothing unusual about it, but Jinglian knew that he was waiting for someone.

Jinglian stood there for a long time, and seeing that he was waiting, she finally couldn't help but ask, "Buddha's disciple, if he doesn't return for a long time after he leaves this time, what should you do?"

Upon hearing this, Shiga paused for a moment.

Even though he knew it was impossible, his hand holding the prayer beads still tightened suddenly for a moment.

He remained silent for a moment, then slowly released his hand.

Shiga turned around but did not say anything.

But his calm gaze seemed to be telling Jinglian: He will come back.

He has already agreed.

They'll come back...

Seeing his expression, Jinglian finally shook her head with a wry smile, bowed, and left.

As a Buddhist, what has he ever been waiting for?

The Buddhist disciple simply did not understand, and perhaps he himself did not even realize, how biased his concept of "equality" was.

His special attention to the cat demon has now turned into a constant obsession.

The Buddha once sat high on the spiritual platform, looking down upon all living beings and controlling the cause and effect of all beings.

In the eyes of the Buddha, everything in the world is but a grain of sand in the palm of his hand.

Because he had no attachment in his heart, he followed his heart. Now, he is forced to suppress his emotions because of them. The more he suppresses and restrains himself, the easier it is to arouse evil thoughts in his heart, that is, the desire to control all living beings.

However, this desire now rests on one person.

In other words, the Buddhist disciple had developed a desire to control the cat demon that he himself was unaware of.

The Buddhist disciple longed to see him, and so every restrained thought he had was silently fueling his hidden obsession and feelings.

Before the Buddha, the Buddhist disciple told the Buddha that he regarded the cat demon as the place where his spiritual practice would end.

In reality, this is simply to bring the other party into the rules and regulations as well.

In this way, he adhered to the precepts and rules, but also to uphold the precepts of one person.

Amitabha.

Jinglian clasped his hands and sighed. Although he didn't want to admit it, he had to admit it.

The Buddhist disciple has already developed greed...

*

As night deepened, the starlight disappeared behind the clouds.

The candlelight flickered in the meditation room, casting the serene figure sitting quietly at the table in a way that, like the moon, was sometimes bright and sometimes dim.

Shiga put the prayer beads on his wrist, then took out the kitten from his sleeve.

The kitten was placed on the table, its golden, jewel-like eyes shining brightly in the candlelight, just like its owner, its gaze always bright and sincere.

Shiga stared intently at the kitten for a long time before gently reaching out and tapping its head with his fingertips.

His lips formed a thin curve, as cold and aloof as the snow line on a high mountain.

Looking at the kitten, he felt his heart slowly sinking, as if lost, because of what Jinglian had said.

The kitten's eyes flickered in the candlelight, as if its gaze were fixed on him.

Shiga paused as he touched his hand, then lowered his eyes.

A lot of time has passed...

Did you encounter some difficulties?

The kitten couldn't speak, but it was very gentle, as if it were smiling at Shiga.

Shiga took off the prayer beads and put them on the kitten, but compared to the kitten, the prayer beads were still too big, and the kitten was completely encased in the center.

The prayer beads were like a confinement, completely enclosing the kitten.

The kitten sensed the Buddha's light, and its eyes seemed to light up for a moment.

Shiga covered his eyes with his hand, so he didn't see it.

Shiga was very focused on and fond of the little thing that Jiang Xiyu left behind.

He kept it safe. The kitten was made of cat hair, but after so long, not a single hair was lost. It was still the same as when its owner handed it to him.

Shiga looked down at it quietly, and for a long time, he did not look away for a moment.

The meditation room grew quiet, and the night deepened imperceptibly.

In the dim light, the kitten exuded a faint purple aura.

Shiga had no magical powers, so naturally he could not see it.

As time went by, the meditation room gradually became filled with the fragrance of roses.

The fragrance spread out, then enveloped Shiga in a blanket.

Shiga's gaze faltered slightly, and he paused for a moment, a dark undercurrent seemingly rising in his eyes.

The aura was as if its owner were beside it.

As Shiga smelled it, a deep weariness suddenly welled up between his brows and eyes.

He looked for a while, his vision suddenly blurred and then cleared, until finally he closed his eyes completely.

It felt like falling into a dream...

*

Inside the Demon Emperor's Palace.

After Yuejia sensed Shijia's feelings through empathy, she has been having trouble sleeping.

His heart felt as if it were bound by threads, sometimes tightening and feeling heavy, and sometimes stirring up a secret itch.

He lay on the couch, and the red lotus in his heart suddenly felt a surge of heat.

Yuejia let out a soft, uncontrollable call.

The murmur was very soft and faint, like wisps of smoke that could not be captured.

Yuejia heard it clearly, what cats and dogs? He tried to sit up, but when he looked up, he found a familiar figure sitting by the bed.

Jiang Xiyu was leaning against the foot of the bed, her eyes closed as if in a light sleep, but her brows were slightly furrowed, as if she were lost in thought.

The hall was no longer as dark as before; ever since Jiang Xiyu returned, there was always a lamp left on in the hall.

By the dim light, Yuejia could see his face clearly.

His gaze shifted from his lips to Jiang Xiyu's eyes and brows. Seeing that Jiang Xiyu was frowning, he paused slightly, lost in thought.

He has been staying in the Demon Emperor's Palace ever since his last confrontation with the Demon Emperor.

It wasn't that he didn't want to leave, but rather that the Demon Emperor had essentially imprisoned him here.

Aside from giving him merits, he was almost always by his side.

Although agreeing to Jiang Xiyu's conditions that day was merely a delaying tactic, Yuejia was still extremely frustrated when she was truly unable to leave.

Especially when his gaze fell upon the sorrow between Dao Jiang Xiyu's brows and eyes, that irritability became even more pronounced, even uncontrollably, making him feel somewhat depressed.

Before he could understand the strange feeling in his chest, he suddenly felt his heart slowly giving up its original resistance to Jiang Xiyu, and even sinking down as if it had compromised.

After a long while, the candlelight in the hall flickered on and off, as if it were about to go out.

In a fleeting moment, the candle flame that had suddenly gone out fell into Yuejia's eyes.

He gazed silently at Jiang Xiyu, his red eyes seemingly reflecting a deep, still depth, as thick as the night.