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

Shiga gazed at him silently, and Jiang Xiyu subconsciously held his breath.

After a long while, Shiga said a very soft thank you.

Thank you for his concern, or perhaps, thank you for something else...

Jiang Xiyu quickly said no need, he didn't deserve Shijia's thanks at all, he hadn't done anything, on the contrary, he felt like he had made things worse.

At least, the moment he saw Shiga, he felt that Shiga's reaction after opening his eyes was a little off.

Jiang Xiyu thought for a moment, then couldn't resist looking at him with curiosity and asked, "Master, what happened when you woke up from meditation? You seemed out of sorts, like you were possessed..."

He seemed awake, yet not quite; his eyes held a certain light, yet seemed lifeless; he appeared to be looking at him, yet not quite; his state was quite enigmatic.

Shiga simply said calmly, "Did I frighten you..."

Jiang Xiyu was taken aback, not expecting Shijia to say something like that.

Did I scare him?

How could that possibly scare him?

Jiang Xiyu immediately shook his head and said, "I wasn't scared. I was just afraid that my disturbance would cause the monk to fall into a demonic state during his cultivation."

Just like demons, if their cultivation is interrupted at a crucial moment, they may suffer from qi deviation and become possessed.

Shiga's tone was calm, as if to reassure: "That won't happen, you don't need to worry."

"Really?" Jiang Xiyu confirmed that he wasn't mistaken. At that moment, he felt that Shijia's aura was unstable, as if he were possessed. Otherwise, he wouldn't have hugged him...

Moreover, when I held him, my whole body was trembling, which must have been incredibly painful to fall into such a state of delusion.

Jiang Xiyu was still worried, but seeing that Shijia's expression was normal, she didn't ask any more questions. She simply moved her position slightly closer to Shijia and said, "If the Master feels unwell, you can rely on me."

He still didn't believe it, so his tone was full of concern.

Shiga's eyebrows twitched slightly as he watched him approach.

His silvery-white hair, like snowflakes, fell entirely onto his cassock.

He didn't respond, yet he tolerated his caring approach.

Even as strands of hair slipped down his shoulder, he silently moved his arm, his sleeve shifting slightly to catch the hair that was about to fall onto the lotus platform.

Untouched by dust.

Jiang Xiyu didn't notice that, before Shijia could speak, he simply looked around and examined the Buddha statues and murals.

The candlelight flickered dimly, and the moonlight was cold and clear.

The Zen cave at night is completely different from its sacredness during the day.

The Vajra glares fiercely, the Bodhisattva lowers his brows indifferently, and the demons in the murals resemble skeletons. Everything before one's eyes inexplicably evokes a chilling sense of desolation.

But Shiga, he was here, practicing his spiritual disciplines day and night, all alone.

Jiang Xiyu slightly raised her fingertips, and the candlelight in the lotus lamp burned even brighter.

Jiang Xiyu was only satisfied when the warm yellow light filled the Zen cave.

In the quiet environment, there were finally some crackling sounds from burning candlelight.

In fact, the candles in the meditation cave are never lit, just like the lamps in the Shiga meditation room.

It was only because of his arrival that everything shone brightly.

Shiga gazed at his handsome face, hazy in the light and shadow, for a long time before closing his eyes slightly.

The flickering candlelight still lingered in my vision, just like the presence of the person beside me, impossible to shake off.

He opened his eyes again and looked up at Jiang Xiyu.

Jiang Xiyu was gazing at the murals with great interest.

He did not look at Shiga.

Shiga lowered his gaze, his eyes dimming, and then followed his gaze to see Vajra glaring angrily, as if condemning his delusions.

He was condemned for craving worldly approval.

To condemn him is to expect that this person's eyes will only see him.

Shiga was momentarily stunned, but his expression remained calm.

Even the slightest thing that distracts him causes him great distress.

Shiga glanced indifferently at Jiang Xiyu's face, noticing his puzzled expression, as if he didn't recognize the Buddha and Bodhisattvas depicted in the mural. Shiga then stepped forward to explain, "This is Venerable Kasyapa..."

Jiang Xiyu seemed to have heard of it before and said, "Is this the Venerable One who was married, as rumored among the human race?"

Shiga nodded and explained in a low voice: "Although Venerable Kasyapa married in his secular form, he and his wife, Myo-sin, were both dedicated to spiritual practice and eventually attained enlightenment. The two are regarded as a model of 'Dharma partners'."

"A Dharma partner?" Jiang Xiyu pondered for a moment, then asked with some confusion, "I've only ever heard of Daoist partners. Could it be that Buddhists can also have their own Daoist partners, no, Dharma partners?"

Looking into Jiang Xiyu's eyes, Shijia slowly said, "The bond between human beings is one of attachment and love, while the bond between Kasyapa and the sage is one of compassionate love. Just as a Bodhisattva forms a Dharma bond with all beings, the relationship between them is not dependent on human affection, nor is it about emotional possession. It is simply about cultivating together and achieving spiritual progress together..."

"It is not the worldly fate you think it is, but the fate of liberation."

Jiang Xiyu responded with an "oh," seemingly understanding but not quite.

Shiga gazed at him for a long time, then suddenly looked away, looking at the Venerable One in the mural, and said softly, "If one's heart is firm in the Way, why care about worldly fame?"

Daoist companions and Dharma companions are merely empty titles.

Jiang Xiyu understood.

He suddenly remembered that Shigatse also seemed to want to help him attain Buddhahood...

Jiang Xiyu raised an eyebrow and thought for a long time before it seemed as if he had finally grasped the profound meaning of Shiga's words.

He smiled and exclaimed in realization, "No wonder the monk wanted to guide me to Buddhahood. It turns out he wanted to form a karmic connection with me for liberation and wish me to achieve enlightenment..."

Shiga's gaze suddenly stopped, then he turned his head to look at him, his gaze lingering there.

Two pairs of eyes fell into the shadow of long eyelashes, making it difficult to see clearly.

Despite the flickering candlelight around him, his complexion remained unchanged, not dimmed in the slightest.

He once asked him, "Do you wish to become a Buddha?"

But he said he couldn't let go of worldly desires and therefore couldn't become a Buddha.

Now, he felt he was about to form a bond of liberation with him, and his expression was joyful.

Shiga subconsciously wanted to twirl the prayer beads, but forgot that he had hidden the prayer beads that Jiang Xiyu had personally put on him on his wrist.

My fingertips missed their mark, and my heart felt a momentary emptiness as well.

An indescribable emotion lingered in his heart, and Shiga frowned, feeling a knot of melancholy.

He respected him so much, regarding him as a god or Buddha, and placing him in a very high position.

But he didn't know that all of this was simply because he had delusions.

He had selfish motives; he wanted to keep him by his side, to make him his disciple, so that even if they eventually returned to the Buddhist realm, they could be together every day. Of all things in nature and countless Buddhists, only he and he existed...

He may have had the means to attain liberation, but he was neither Venerable Kasyapa nor Bhadra.

They are similar, yet not alike.

……

"Master?" Jiang Xiyu noticed that he was lost in thought, so she leaned closer and waved her hand in front of his eyes.

Shiga realized what was happening, and his brows furrowed even deeper.

He raised his eyes and caught a glimpse of his own reflection in Jiang Xiyu's pupils.

Jiang Xiyu stared intently at him, so close to him.

At this moment, surrounded by countless lights and shadows, it seemed that, just as he wished, he could only see himself in his eyes.

Shiga was slightly taken aback, as if suddenly possessed.

He stretched out his hands expressionlessly and then grasped Jiang Xiyu's wrists with a movement as gentle as a cloud.

On the mural, Venerable Kasyapa holds up a flower and smiles, quietly watching them, as if gazing upon a past that is similar yet completely different.