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

"Mage..."

Jiang Xiyu lowered her eyes and waited quietly for a while, then smiled softly.

He hadn't really expected any response. Seeing that the prayer beads were still emitting a Buddhist light, he tried to reach out and brush them away.

The moment the fingertips touched the prayer beads, the light of the Buddha shone brightly for a moment, and then a clear, cold response came from the prayer beads.

A gentle, ethereal "Mmm".

Jiang Xiyu paused, a hint of surprise in his eyes, as if he had never expected that the sound of Shiga would actually come from the Buddhist beads.

He paused for a moment, then subconsciously softened his tone and tentatively called out, "Master?"

This time, the voice from the prayer beads didn't make him wait long; instead, it came out quickly and clearly.

"I'm here."

The "Master" he uttered while looking at the prayer beads was unintentional, but seeing that Shiga had actually responded, Jiang Xiyu's eyes showed a hint of surprise. He smiled and said, "Master, it really is you. Can you hear what I'm saying?"

"Hmm." Seemingly finding the "hmm" too cold, Shiga added, "How are you today?"

Jiang Xiyu took off the prayer beads and, fearing she might not be able to hear clearly, moved closer to the sound.

So, Shiga's question, "Are you alright?" seemed to gently fall into his ear.

Jiang Xiyu was taken aback, feeling a warmth in his heart. After a moment, he replied, "An, where is the Master?"

Shiga responded faintly.

Hearing that he was safe and sound, Jiang Xiyu smiled knowingly, and then asked him many more questions. After being separated for so long, he was worried about whether Shijia had rested well, whether he was living a comfortable life, and not only about his safety, but also whether his magical powers had recovered...

It's like someone who's away from home receiving a letter and can't help but feel a sense of longing, wanting to give their family some good advice.

Jiang Xiyu didn't think anything was wrong; he simply asked what was on his mind.

In his heart, he always felt that Shiga was lonely.

Many times, he worried about Shiga being alone, and every time he thought about it, he felt that he should stay by his side.

After returning to the demon realm, whenever Jiang Xiyu calmed down, he would think of Shijia sitting alone in the meditation room, and every time he thought of him, he would feel a pang of pity.

Therefore, the many most ordinary questions asked earlier were simply someone's unconscious expression of heartache.

Jiang Xiyu belatedly realized that she might have asked too many questions and even felt a little embarrassed.

He asked about everything that came to mind and what worried him, inquiring about everything from the major event of Shiga losing his magical powers to the trivial matter of his rest. Towards the end, his words gave the impression that he wanted to care about every single hair on Shiga's head...

Jiang Xiyu nervously pursed her lips and waited quietly, wondering if Shijia had heard her.

After all, the prayer beads hadn't made a sound for a long time.

A profound silence fell over the hall.

If it weren't for the lingering Buddhist light emanating from the prayer beads, Jiang Xiyu would have suspected that the sounds he had just heard were merely auditory hallucinations caused by his fatigue.

In fact, Shiga did not refuse to return.

I paused for a moment when I heard those words of concern.

He sat in meditation before the table, gazing down at the prayer beads in his palm that shimmered with Buddhist light. He listened to Jiang Xiyu's voice emanating from them. His slender fingers twitched slightly, his fingertips caressing the prayer beads, one stroke after another, like Bodhi leaves being swept up by the wind, rising intensely and surging endlessly.

As Jiang Xiyu's voice faded, it lingered like a feather, gently swaying back and forth, leaving a quiet and tender arc in my heart.

Monks and nuns must not lie.

Reply to him whether you rested well, felt at ease, and truly felt at peace while he was away...

Shiga thought for a long time, but ultimately did not utter a reply.

The Buddhist light surrounding the prayer beads, which did not receive a response from him, seemed to dim for a moment, and then suddenly brightened again.

Jiang Xiyu was used to his taciturn nature, and seeing that he didn't reply, she asked hesitantly in a low voice, "Master, are you still there?"

It sounded as if she was afraid he was no longer there, so her voice was somewhat cautious.

Shiga paused for a moment upon hearing this, then replied softly, "I'm here."

The clear and gentle voice emanating from the prayer beads echoed in the meditation room. For a moment, the dim light in the meditation room seemed to rise with the incense smoke.

Seeing that he was still there, Jiang Xiyu only asked about the most important thing: whether Shiga's magic power had been restored.

Shiga's expression was as calm as snow, but his eyes were deep and vast.

He didn't answer directly, but only said to Jiang Xiyu, "No need to worry about it."

Whether his magical powers were restored or not was not important to him.

Life is what it is...

Jiang Xiyu frowned slightly. Seeing him say that, she keenly sensed that Shiga seemed to be avoiding the question.

Yet his words were so calm, without the slightest hint of evasion.

Jiang Xiyu thought to himself that he was probably overthinking things.

Since Shiga was unwilling to reveal anything, he didn't press further.

However, Jiang Xiyu thought again that as long as he was safe and sound, whether or not he had regained his magical powers was not really that important.

Jiang Xiyu composed himself, and his tone regained a hint of a smile. Holding the string of glowing prayer beads, he asked with great curiosity, "Master, how can these prayer beads suddenly connect you and me?"

He had worn it for a long time, and after returning to the demon realm, the prayer beads showed no abnormalities.

However, this time, Jiang Xiyu was genuinely pleasantly surprised to hear Shiga's voice.

He hadn't expected these prayer beads to have such merits, and exclaimed to Shiga, "This thing is too miraculous!"

In fact, Shiga never intended to use this opportunity to contact Jiang Xiyu.

It was only because the prayer beads sensed their owner's emotions that they lit up.

It was originally a tear of Shiga, so it could naturally sense what Shiga was thinking.

Later, during the long night when Jiang Xiyu sat in meditation, it remained on his wrist, and the Buddha's light, passing through his meridians, also glimpsed his thoughts.

That's why we made this contact...

Just then, Shiga was meditating when he suddenly heard Jiang Xiyu calling him from his prayer beads. He looked up in surprise.

However, he never showed his emotions, and even when he was stunned, it was only for a moment.

He immediately guessed why the prayer beads were like that.

When Jiang Xiyu asked him how the prayer beads could connect with each other, Shiga did not explain the reason.

It was because on that day before the Buddha, he had already decided that he would not let his emotions disturb this person.

Even if he now harbors greed and desire for him in this mortal body, he should only consider his feelings for him as a form of spiritual cultivation.

During this period, he meditated before the Buddha, cultivating his mind.

When his spiritual practice was blocked, he would often look up at the Bodhi tree outside the window and gaze at it for a long time.

There is nothing, where can the dust be.

It is only because he encountered such a person and such a spiritual practice that he needs to be even more determined in his resolve.

Shiga calmly suppressed his delusions, lowered his eyes to the table, and began to write the scriptures.

Amidst the lingering incense smoke, the scriptures he wrote could not quell his inner turmoil.

From day to the long night, until his voice came from the rosary.

The still water is gone, the wind in my heart trembles, and even the scriptures on the table in front of me flutter.

When he came to his senses, every word on the Xuan paper was still connected to his heart.

If the mind is not attached to the wind, the flag will not move; if the mind is not attached to the wind, then the heart will move.

With a calm mind, one can remain undisturbed by the turbulence of the world.

When the mind is not at peace, one sees ripples in all things.

Amitabha.

He shouldn't have done that...

He ultimately doesn't belong to this world. Since he'll leave sooner or later, he shouldn't be involved in any emotions or feelings related to him.

Shiga remained silent for a long time, his grip on the prayer beads tightening in his hand, before finally saying softly, his tone seemingly unnatural: "I'm sorry to have disturbed you..."