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

The main hall was serene and solemn, with incense smoke curling upwards.

When Shiga carried Jiang Xiyu inside, the monks had not yet begun their morning prayers.

They hadn't seen Shiga for a long time, and were all somewhat excited as they greeted him.

Shiga nodded slightly as he passed by, and when he reached the Buddha, he placed Jiang Xiyu on the prayer mat.

Jiang Xiyu also obediently knelt before the Buddha, devoutly praying, "Amitabha, Amitabha."

Jinglian stood not far away, her gaze shifting back and forth between the two for a moment, then sighed softly, her expression showing no unusual reaction.

When the morning service began, the hall was filled with the sound of chanting.

Jiang Xiyu was still not used to the hypnotic chanting, but he was in good spirits today and, unusually, did not fall asleep on the prayer mat.

However, he wasn't very good at chanting scriptures, so while his head was resting on the prayer mat, he secretly glanced at Shiga.

I don't know how long I stared at it, but my eyes started to hurt.

Jiang Xiyu rubbed her eyes with her paws, and a cold gaze fell upon her.

Shiga watched him quietly.

Jiang Xiyu blinked guiltily, then avoided Shiga's gaze and covered her eyes with her claws.

His appearance was really honest and cute.

Shiga slightly composed himself, flicked the prayer beads between his fingers, and then looked away.

After the morning prayers, the monks rushed forward to greet him.

After the greetings subsided, Jinglian left without saying a word.

So, only the two of them remained in the hall.

However, when he reached the entrance of the main hall, Jinglian suddenly stopped and glanced into the hall.

The hall was filled with the swirling smoke of incense, much like the endless delusions in people's hearts.

Above all the Buddhas, the disciple's eyes were slightly lowered. Although his face was expressionless, his gaze seemed to be filled with a hazy tenderness, fixed on him without moving.

It was an indescribable look, as if some emotion was being revealed in his eyes.

"Mage..."

Jiang Xiyu took the initiative to call out softly,

He was flustered by Shiga's gaze, and after shouting, seeing that Shiga did not move, he was about to jump off the prayer mat.

Shiga suddenly said in a calm voice, "Don't move."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Xiyu obediently sat still.

He thought that Shigatse had something to say to him, or perhaps he was reprimanding him for his distracted behavior in front of the Buddha.

However, Shiga said nothing.

He simply approached the offering table, took three incense sticks from the side, lit them, and bowed to the Buddha statue.

Jiang Xiyu didn't understand what he was doing, but seeing the solemn atmosphere, she had no choice but to follow his example and bow three times as well.

After finishing his prayers, Shigatse inserted the incense into the censer. He calmly raised his eyes, clasped his hands together, and looked at the Buddha with his eyes lowered. The blue smoke seemed to carry his wishes directly to the heavens.

Jiang Xiyu glanced at him sideways and saw him slowly closing his eyes to chant scriptures, so she didn't dare to speak.

Looking at the solemn Buddha statue, he thought, "If the Buddha can truly protect all living beings, then I pray that the Buddha will protect Shika and help him regain his magical powers as soon as possible..."

For a fleeting moment, the golden light reflected from the Buddha statue seemed to gently envelop the two of them.

A gust of wind suddenly blew in, causing the lamp to flicker.

Jiang Xiyu felt as if Buddha had manifested himself, and the hair on his back stood on end.

He sat up straighter and more solemnly, praying with utmost sincerity.

After Shiga finished reciting the sutra, he looked up and saw how nervous Shiga was, so he reached out and patted Shiga's head.

Jiang Xiyu looked up and saw that Shijia's expression was gentle.

Jiang Xiyu's body went limp, and he asked, "Master, have you finished chanting?"

Shiga withdrew his hand and nodded.

Jiang Xiyu asked with some curiosity, "Master, what were you doing just now?"

Shiga paused for a moment, then shook his head, indicating that it was not to be said.

Jiang Xiyu didn't press the matter further. After a moment of silence, she pointed to the ground with her paw and asked, "Master, may I go down now?"

Shiga nodded slightly, but didn't wait for him to jump down.

He stepped forward.

When Jiang Xiyu saw that he was going to hug her, she naturally stepped on his arm and finally snuggled into his arms.

Shiga turned around with him in his arms, and in a holy glow, his back turned resolutely as he walked out of the hall.

The Buddha gazed with compassion at the swirling blue smoke before him, as if looking at their inextricable karmic entanglement.

Jiang Xiyu nestled in Shijia's arms, remained quiet for a while, and then suddenly asked in a low voice, "Master, I just made a wish to Buddha. Do you think Buddha will bless me?"

Shiga said, "Yes."

Seeing that he didn't pause for a moment, Jiang Xiyu wrinkled her nose and joked, "I haven't even said what my wish is yet. Does the Master already think that Buddha will bless you? What if it's a bad wish?"

Shiga looked down at him, his tone resolute: "You won't."

You won't make bad wishes.

Although she is a demon, her heart is pure and kind.

Buddha will naturally protect you.

Jiang Xiyu met his indifferent gaze and felt as if he could see right through her.

He shifted his gaze slightly, seemingly muttering to himself, "Does the monk really trust me that much?"

Shiga responded with a soft "hmm".

Jiang Xiyu remained silent, and hearing these words even made her feel inexplicably sad.

He's not really someone you can trust.

He came to the Compassion Temple with impure intentions. He knew that Shiga was looking for evil, but he tried his best to hide it and stop him. Because of his indulgence of Yuejia, Shiga suffered divine punishment, which led him to go to that cold Buddhist cave to cultivate. Even now, his magical power has not been restored...

Keshga, he knew nothing, yet he was so kind to him.

Perhaps because he is a Buddha, in his eyes all things in the world are the same, so he is extremely compassionate.

But Jiang Xiyu asked himself honestly, he wasn't someone who knew nothing.

Having gone through so much, it's impossible for him not to feel that Shiga's kindness towards him was different.

However, when the golden body of Shiga was blessing him, Jiang Xiyu felt that he was no different from other sentient beings.

He wouldn't think too much about it, and he never dared to think too much about it.

But when he lost his golden body, this goodness was like the frost that had been removed from the outside.

He showed him care, gave him trust, and even wanted to help him attain Buddhahood.

So every time he looked at me, his eyes were filled with the gentleness of a spring breeze.

Is Jiang Xiyu truly unable to sense it?

If you didn't feel it before you separated, what about after you reunite?

If you really can't feel anything at all, then what's the point of his avoidance?

Looking back, I realize that I wasn't the only one whose mind was clouded by demons...

Because there was always one thought lingering in Jiang Xiyu's mind.

He felt that he had lied to Shiga.

The better Shiga treated him, the heavier the guilt he felt from the deception.

Ultimately, this idea became an insurmountable boundary.

Further, impossible...

Taking a step back, I can't bear to...

Before Jiang Xiyu could even react, these causes and effects were already influencing him.

Or perhaps, what governs him is not just cause and effect.

Therefore, Shiga's trust at this moment not only made him flustered but also left him bewildered.

He met that downward gaze, and after a long while, he uttered a barely perceptible sentence with his eyes: "Master, don't believe me..."

But that one glance, like a star falling into my eye, trembled slightly in my pupils, carefully reflecting a face.

As it flows, it's as if countless red threads are growing, pulling at faces and entwining them. Once someone is drawn to it, they are trapped inside, unable to be reborn.

Shiga seemed to sigh softly, his heart still rippled with emotion.

He closed his eyes briefly, then slowly raised his hand to cover Jiang Xiyu's eyes, his voice barely audible: "I believe you..."