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

The shimmering light of the Zen cave made everything before my eyes seem both real and illusory.

Shiga held him very gently, then slowly closed his eyes.

Deep down I knew all of this was just a fleeting illusion on my path of cultivation, something I shouldn't touch... But I was also afraid that you would, as always, stand at a distance and silently depart at any moment. So I looked up and saw your smile, saw you calling to me with your voice, pitying me with your tone. I was finally at my wit's end and could only hold you in my arms...

And so, slowly sink into this illusion. If the Dharma cannot stop you from arriving, then accept it calmly and no longer avoid your delusions. Perhaps only in this way can you truly understand the tribulations of spiritual practice...

He held the person in the illusion, motionless, his heart calm and desolate, as if waiting for this bleak dream to dissipate at any moment.

A floating halo of light swirled around the two of them, making the surrounding atmosphere hazy and dreamlike.

Jiang Xiyu rested her chin lightly on his shoulder, her eyes filled with astonishment in a daze.

He seemed unable to believe it; it was an embrace...

But the hand on the back of his neck seemed to be gripping his heart invisibly, making his heartbeat heavy and slow. In an instant, the sound of tolling bells rang in his ears, causing Jiang Xiyu's mind to tremble.

The person holding him, however, seemed to have no heartbeat, with almost no rise and fall.

If his body hadn't been stiff, Jiang Xiyu would have suspected that everything before him was just an illusion caused by the mural's spell.

The warmth of the embrace was so clear and distinct...

Jiang Xiyu tentatively raised her hand, then suddenly let it fall back down, her whole being lost in the warmth of the other person's close proximity.

After an unknown amount of time, the beam of light that had shone from the top of the Zen cave gradually faded away.

It brushed past the figures embracing on the lotus platform, and past the weeping bodhisattvas on the murals, and finally, it all vanished like smoke.

The Zen cave dimmed, as if a dream had been transformed.

Jiang Xiyu's vision also dimmed for a moment.

His lower body was numb and trembling slightly uncontrollably. He could only avoid falling by relying on the other person's strength.

Unable to suppress the soreness, he moved his body.

The next moment, the arm around him tightened suddenly, and then a clear, cold sound, like falling snow, rang in his ears, as if he were murmuring to himself.

"Kitty..."

The two words barely escaped his lips, spoken very softly.

But when it fell, it seemed to fall into Jiang Xiyu's ear and hit her heart.

He froze instantly, no longer moving.

He had never heard Shiga call him before, and this was the first time he had heard him call him that.

He wasn't sure whether he should answer, but in the end, he asked softly, his voice very low: "Master, did you call me...?"

Shiga seemed to say something very softly again.

Jiang Xiyu didn't hear clearly and asked again, "Master, what did you say?"

Shiga said nothing more.

Jiang Xiyu, having received no response for a long time, carefully raised her hand and grasped a corner of the waist-mounted kasaya.

He was just about to pull away slightly from his embrace, wanting to look up at him.

But the hand on the back of his neck wouldn't let him leave even for a moment.

In a daze, Jiang Xiyu heard his whisper again. After hearing what he said, she felt as if all her strength had been drained away, and she froze on the spot, not moving an inch.

He said, "Don't go..."

As the light and shadow in the meditation room faded, Shiga thought that the person in his arms would also leave.

He held the person in his arms as tightly as possible, taking in every smile, every word, and even the warmth of their touch when they appeared, to keep in his heart, to quietly contemplate after the illusion dissipated...

The Buddha said, "One should abide nowhere..."

The details are unclear.

When the moment finally came for him to let go, Shigatse realized that all Buddhist teachings were in vain.

If the Dharma could lead him to forget, why was he in the Buddha cave for so long, yet the practice the Buddha bestowed upon him was not suffering, but rather a face illusory by his delusions every day?

Shiga was utterly helpless in the face of him.

Without his golden body, he was nothing more than a mortal practicing Buddhism.

When he falls in love with someone, it's just like the love between people in the mortal world; he will think of them every day and worry about them constantly.

Despite his spiritual practice, he could still restrain himself from thinking about this person constantly. However, whenever the fleeting light faded, the Buddha's practice would transform into his image. Shika could close his eyes and not see him, but his heart could not let go of him.

I think of her day and night, but I cannot forget her; she is the one I cannot forget.

Shiga knew the illusion wouldn't last forever, but upon hearing his voice, a whirlwind of emotion rose within him, a desire to hold it back...

But such attempts to persuade him to stay only threw Jiang Xiyu's mind into turmoil.

He froze, completely unsure of what to do or how to speak. He was simply being held by Shiga, and for some reason, his previously blank mind was suddenly filled with only one thought: "I should respond to this embrace."

Ordinary friends who haven't seen each other for a long time can hug each other to express their longing, let alone him and the monk.

During that time, they were inseparable, like family.

He really misses Shiga, so maybe he can have a hug.

Thinking this, Jiang Xiyu seemed to have found a reason to respond. He finally slowly raised his hand and hugged Shiga.

Shiga's back stiffened for a moment, but when he felt the response from the person in his arms, he suddenly opened his eyes.

The meditation room was dimly lit, with only a faint light remaining.

He lowered his eyes, using the faint light as a guide.

The shimmering light had faded, but the person in my arms remained.

His back was like bamboo, his silver hair cascaded down like a waterfall, and some strands of hair, like a wisp of moonlight, lingered tenderly around his wrists, close to his skin.

And the neck beneath my palm was warm.

Shiga paused slightly, his gaze freezing for a moment.

After clearly feeling the warmth of the body in his arms, he seemed to suddenly realize that this was not a descent of Buddha for spiritual practice, but rather that this person had truly returned.

His voice pierced through the illusion, landing vividly in his ears.

None of this is a fantasy.

It was him; he really appeared before his eyes.

He not only returned, but at this moment, he also became his true practitioner.

In an instant, Shiga recalled what he had done, and was suddenly overwhelmed by the emotions in his heart.

It was a joy of seeing what one longs for again, which overshadowed all the sorrow of longing for what is unattainable. Such emotions intertwined and surged in his heart, and Shiga felt as if everything gloomy before him was trembling silently in his eyes.

I don't know how long I've been trapped in this kind of cultivation called longing, but seeing him finally allowed me to glimpse the light of day.

Shiga had never experienced such complex emotions.

He held Jiang Xiyu in his arms, but his other hand, hanging down, involuntarily covered his chest.

Jiang Xiyu noticed his movement and tried to use his strength to move away slightly.

Keshgadhi remained still.

Jiang Xiyu couldn't see his face, but as she held Shijia's hand and stroked it, she reached the spot where his hand was covering.

Jiang Xiyu gently covered the back of his hand, and asked with some concern, "Master, are you alright?"

As soon as she finished speaking, she abruptly pulled away from his embrace.

Jiang Xiyu was stunned for a moment. The next moment, she felt a gaze fixed on her face, cool and refreshing.

Jiang Xiyu's hand trembled slightly as it missed its target; she was completely at a loss.

He raised his eyes, feigning composure, wanting to see Shiga's face.

Kashgarde's face was hidden in the shadows, his expression unclear.

Thus, in the long, silent standoff, neither of them spoke again.

Jiang Xiyu was just afraid that Shijia would find her hug offensive, so she shifted her gaze first, as if to avoid it.

When Shiga saw him look away, the dark undercurrent in his eyes subsided, and he stared at him coldly.

Jiang Xiyu clenched her fists at her sides, then relaxed them.

He waited for a while, but when Shiga still didn't speak, he couldn't bear the soreness and numbness in his legs and feet.

He took the initiative to call out, "Master..."

Shiga's eyelashes trembled slightly, then he lowered his gaze and gave a soft "hmm" in response.