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

The banners fluttered, and the candlelight flickered.

Shiga chanted a Buddhist prayer, slightly raising his lips. The smile in his eyes was like a fleeting moment, vanishing in an instant, yet also like ripples on snow, serene and profound.

The person before me uses a mortal mind to guide a Buddha's mind.

Shiga seemed to have an epiphany, yet he was still willing to guide him with gentleness.

Help others, and help yourself.

He thanked him.

Jiang Xiyu was stunned by his faint smile.

He had seen this face smile at him before, but at this moment, he didn't know how to describe that smile. It seemed no different from the compassionate smile of a Buddha statue, yet it also seemed to be more than just compassion... The candlelight before him seemed to transform into thousands of blooming lotuses, filling the entire Zen cave, dazzling and mesmerizing, and causing his heart to tremble.

Jiang Xiyu opened her mouth, and it took her a long time to find her voice: "Master, you..."

The smile on Shiga's lips had vanished; he seemed unaware that he had smiled. Seeing Jiang Xiyu's stunned expression, he frowned slightly and asked, "What's wrong?"

Jiang Xiyu calmed down for a long time, and her chest seemed to feel a little hot.

The lingering warmth still lingered in his heart. He swallowed hard for a moment before saying, "It's nothing, it's nothing, I must have misjudged..."

His next sentence was almost silent.

Shiga didn't hear clearly, but his gaze remained fixed, looking at him as if his eyes held a hint of candlelight and moonlight.

Seeing that he was staring at her like that, with an indescribable look in his eyes, Jiang Xiyu couldn't help but hold her breath and ask, "Master, is there something I said that I shouldn't have said?"

Shiga shook his head, his tone gentle: "There's nothing wrong with it."

Jiang Xiyu raised her hand and followed his gaze, touching her face, then asked, "Is there something on my face?"

Shiga shook his head again: "There is nothing foreign."

“Then…” Jiang Xiyu pursed her lips.

Shiga clasped his hands together, lowered his eyes slightly, and whispered to him, "Your insight is very good; it was just a momentary lapse of judgment on my part."

It was longing that trapped him, making it impossible for him to accept his departure.

Now that he is before him, he must accept his own delusions with equanimity.

Hearing his agreement, Jiang Xiyu said somewhat embarrassedly, "Master, you flatter me."

The old master had spoken about the principles of using chopsticks. Although he had embellished his words of comfort, Jiang Xiyu felt that what he said was no different from pedantry and just sounded profound.

However, most people understand the principle of letting things take their course.

Jiang Xiyu glanced at Shijia, but Shijia had already looked away.

He lowered his eyes slightly, took off the Buddhist prayer beads from his wrist, and held them in his palm.

Seeing that he seemed to be about to meditate, Jiang Xiyu did not disturb him further.

The meditation cave fell silent, with only the sound of burning candles.

However, Jiang Xiyu was not used to sitting still for long periods of time, so she couldn't help but move her stiff and numb body. Just as she was about to change her posture, the person next to her suddenly got up.

Shiga stood up and then reached out his hand to Jiang Xiyu, gesturing for him to pull him up.

Jiang Xiyu was stunned for a moment, and then raised his hand as if possessed, but paused when he touched those slender hands.

Shiga lowered his eyes, seemingly noticing his hesitation, and then slightly moved his hand away, supporting his arm through his clothes.

A strong force lifted him up. Although Jiang Xiyu got up with the help of the force, his legs were still a little numb.

Sure enough, sitting cross-legged was not something he could get used to.

When I get up, I lose all sensation.

It's better to stay in the original form, because only in the original form can Shiga sit in meditation for a long time.

But why did the monk suddenly get up? Has he stopped practicing meditation?

Jiang Xiyu turned her head to look at him, somewhat bewildered, "Master, what's wrong?"

Shiga said calmly, "I'll take you out."

"Master, aren't you going to meditate?" Jiang Xiyu asked in confusion.

He thought about it and assumed that he was disturbing the monk's cultivation, which was why the monk wanted him to leave.

But Shiga lowered his eyes and glanced at his seemingly numb and powerless legs.

Jiang Xiyu looked down and seemed to understand something. He smiled and said, "Master, it's alright. It'll be over in a minute. You don't need to see me out yourself. I can go out by myself."

As he spoke, he lifted his leg as if to prove something, but his subconscious reaction couldn't lie.

He couldn't help but clench Shiga's sleeve and move closer to him.

Shiga didn't say much, just let him lean on him.

He stood quietly for a while, waiting for Jiang Xiyu to recover.

Jiang Xiyu felt that it was about time, so she was about to let go of his sleeve.

Shiga did not loosen his grip; he continued to support him and led him out of the meditation cave.

The path leading out of the Zen cave is actually narrow and dark.

Walking alone is fine, but two men walking side by side seems a bit cramped.

Jiang Xiyu originally wanted to tell Shijia that she was already better and didn't need to support him like this or squeeze together like this.

But when they came to a very narrow section, Shiga gripped his hand slightly and reminded him, "Be careful."

Jiang Xiyu subconsciously leaned closer to him and hummed in response.

The two pressed themselves even closer, their breaths mingling with a faint, intertwined fragrance.

Not only that, besides the sound of each other's footsteps, there was also the sound of their clothes rubbing against each other in the quiet road.

If someone unaware of this matter were to overhear it, they would inevitably entertain fantasies.

Jiang Xiyu took a deep breath and asked worriedly, "Master, can you see it?"

Shiga had walked this path out of the Buddhist cave many times and had long since memorized it.

Even without candlelight, he could still walk out.

Jiang Xiyu is a cat, and his eyesight is not impaired in the darkness, so he does not need a lamp.

But fearing that Shiga was now powerless and unable to see the way, he conjured a lantern out of thin air before Shiga could reply.

The lantern is shaped like a white lotus and decorated with tassels.

As they moved around, the candlelight flickered and spilled out, like fireworks blooming on trees.

Jiang Xiyu looked at Shijia and saw his profile reflected on the stone wall, cool and handsome.

Shiga seemed to sense his gaze, and looked down at him, his eyes as gentle as light and shadow.

With just that one glance, Jiang Xiyu suddenly found herself unable to utter the words she wanted to say.