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

The two figures walked further and further away, and so the prayers in the temple vanished with the smoke before the Buddha, unknown to anyone.

He brought him before the Buddha and told the Buddha that this was his spiritual practice in the human world, and also the place where his heart belonged.

He had never met such a person before, and he hoped that Buddha would protect him.

Regardless of the final outcome, he was willing to offer his body in response to the injustice and to bear all the sins.

He only hoped that this person would not be disturbed by his feelings.

May he find peace, may he always be joyful.

And he will eventually be separated by countless ethereal realms, forever protecting him.

He couldn't think of a better ending than this.

……

Jiang Xiyu was unaware of his state of mind.

Although he vaguely sensed something was amiss, he subconsciously ignored it.

After he returned, he stayed by Shiga's side as usual, and the days were peaceful and pleasant.

When Shiga meditates, he quietly sits by the window; when Shiga chants sutras, he lies down on the futon and sleeps; when Shiga teaches the Heart Sutra, Jiang Xiyu sits upright, looking like a studious person.

Sometimes, when he encounters something he doesn't understand, he can't help but lean closer.

Shiga remained motionless until Shiga's face was right in front of his, then subtly looked away and began to explain.

Outside the window, the shadows of trees swayed gently, and the sounds from the meditation room were clear and melodious, like chanting.

So, the two sat facing each other at a table.

From sunrise to sunset, it was all so ordinary, yet so peaceful and serene.

With Jiang Xiyu's return, the lamps in the meditation room were relit, and the warm, dim light dispelled the lingering loneliness and chill of the long night.

He treated Shiga like a mortal and took meticulous care of him.

At first, Shiga was quite bewildered by this care.

Until one day, he discovered that the once simple meditation room was gradually coming into vibrant colors; it was no longer lifeless, but was blooming with beautiful flowers.

The incense on the altar no longer burned out; it mingled with the light fragrance of roses, and the incense smoke swirled around.

The obscure scriptures have been accompanied by illustrations, with flowers and leaves mixed in, and even kitten paw prints. The scriptures themselves seem to have been transformed into adorable paintings.

When Shiga returned each day, the steps outside the meditation room were no longer spotless.

It will leave behind mud, and the mud will be the kitten's paw prints.

Before Shiga even entered the meditation room, his mind had already unconsciously begun to anticipate.

He knew that the meditation room would soon be filled with many more cute little things.

His traces can be found in every corner.

The hairs falling in the meditation room are a tangible feeling of him being nearby.

……

One morning.

The cat sleeping beside me unconsciously transformed into a human.

He was sleeping sprawled out, with his legs draped over Shiga.

Shiga gently lowered his leg, but he persistently leaned closer.

Finally, he took over the entire meditation platform.

Shiga lay on his side, feeling rather helpless, and could only watch him quietly until he closed his eyes.

Thus, the meditation couch is no longer just for decoration; it will have soft bedding and a place to snuggle and sleep peacefully.

That folded corner of the blanket held his warmth.

In the long, passing night, a melody stirs the heart.

Shiga sensed him and never fell into the dream of separation again.

But the annoying spring breeze wouldn't let him go, and Shiga belatedly realized that it was the breathing of the person beside him.

Therefore, he was startled awake from his deep sleep, and when he looked up, the lips of the person beside him were inches away from his neck.

It seemed as if the spring breeze would be completely thrown into chaos at any moment.

Shiga had no choice but to rise and meditate.

He sat there all night, and that breath never entered his arms again.

The next day, when the person on the bed woke up, they had already returned to their original form.

His eyes were fixed on the person meditating, and after a long while, he moved closer and touched the hem of the robe that had fallen onto the couch.

He always felt uncomfortable from meditating for too long, and Shiga was unwilling to talk about the cause and effect, so he took the initiative to massage him, stepping on him with his little paws, making gurgling sounds.

Shiga didn't understand the meaning of "gurgling," but for some inexplicable reason, he wanted to reach out and touch his head.

Before he could even touch her, Jiang Xiyu seemed to sense something, looked up, and meowed at him with a haughty expression.

The kitten became agitated and told people not to move.

Shiga paused for a moment, then remained motionless.

Gradually, this kind of care became the norm.

Jiang Xiyu's actions, too, were quietly transformed into a gentle rain in Shijia's eyes.

No matter how much rain falls, it always stirs up ripples in his dark eyes.

Amidst the turmoil, he could keenly detect any unusual behavior from Jiang Xiyu.

He carefully observed every detail of the person before him, and only when he couldn't see them could he reveal a trace of emotion as thin as a cicada's wing, which would vanish like smoke in an instant.

These are all the most insignificant little things, but the marks they leave are so heavy.

It seems like nothing has changed, yet it also seems like everything has changed.

Ultimately, it's just a matter of mindset.

When you're in a different state of mind, even small things can become big things.

For a few days, Jiang Xiyu suddenly lost her appetite for the small green vegetables served at the temple.

Seeing that he looked somewhat distressed, Shiga took the initiative to ask him what he wanted to eat.

He muttered to himself that he wanted to eat fish.

So rows of dried fish began to hang under the Bodhi tree.

Those were all his prey.

It was the prey that Shiga allowed to remain in the meditation room.

He really loves eating fish; sometimes he'll climb the Bodhi tree at night to eat a few.

One day, a gust of wind rose in the temple and carried away his dried fish.

He stared at the empty Bodhi tree, his ears drooping, looking heartbroken and on the verge of tears.

Just a moment ago, his round eyes seemed to be filled with water.

The next moment, he discovered a fish that had slipped through the net and hadn't yet been blown away in a corner of the Zen temple.

He ate while washing his food, his mouth stuffed full.

He said that this is called turning grief and anger into appetite.

So, Shiga looked at the small green vegetables that he had cooked for him on the table and took a bite.

Hmm, it's cooked until it's almost melt-in-your-mouth tender.

After eating, he likes to take a walk in the temple.

When it goes for a walk, it holds its fluffy tail high, as if it is patrolling its territory.

When the monks who were passing by saw him, they all wanted to go up and touch him.

But when they saw the people following behind him, they were too polite to approach and could only watch him go.

Shiga followed behind him.

He heard the monks saying: "That kitten is very beautiful."

Shiga looked down, and as the sunset faded, the cat's silhouette in his eyes seemed to glow with every single hair.

The once tranquil place, untouched by human hands, finally began to ripple with his return.

He actually made a Buddha realize the meaning of life again and again.

Let him understand why, despite the hardships of the mortal world, people still linger and become obsessed, unable to attain rebirth in the Pure Land.

The more you experience, the harder it is to let go...

Perhaps, these things were just ordinary in his life.

But in Shiga's long and eternal life, it was an indelible nightmare.

The word "love" was his final act of self-cultivation.

How long can he stay here? For whom does he harbor worldly desires? And for whom has he lost his way in Buddhism?

Since we parted, these desires, these feelings...

Will the fallen bodhi leaves brush against the hair at his temples at some point?

Or will it fade away with time and be forgotten by him in the vast river of time?

Shiga did not know.