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

As Jinglian passed by under the tree, a green leaf happened to fall beside him.

He looked up and saw Jiang Xiyu sitting there in a daze, so he stopped and looked at him for a moment.

The ancient trees in the temple have always been lush and verdant. When the sunlight peeks in, he sits among them, casting dappled and mottled shadows upon him. He is dazzlingly beautiful, yet he seems to be shrouded in melancholy, as if he is deeply saddened.

Jinglian rarely saw Jiang Xiyu so distraught, so she frowned and greeted Jiang Xiyu: "Little cat demon, what are you doing in the tree?"

However, Jiang Xiyu was lost in her own thoughts and did not react immediately.

Jinglian couldn't help but cough, then raised her voice and asked him again.

This time, the voice finally interrupted the person's thoughts in the tree.

Jiang Xiyu slowly lowered her eyes, and after seeing that it was Jinglian, her thoughts returned to a blank state.

He jumped down from the tree trunk, walked to Jinglian, and softly called out, "Master Jinglian..."

His tone sounded weak, and Jiang Xiyu's complexion was unnaturally pale.

Jinglian keenly sensed that something was wrong with him, but she didn't show it on her face. She just smiled and asked, "You looked so absent-minded sitting up there just now. What's on your mind?"

Jiang Xiyu opened her lips, but didn't know how to speak.

He was actually afraid that he was wrong, but he was also afraid that he was right. But whether he was wrong or not, he knew perfectly well.

Because this matter concerned Shijia's reputation, Jiang Xiyu could only pretend to be calm when faced with Jinglian's question, to avoid showing any unusual behavior in front of Jinglian.

He said, "It's nothing..."

Jiang Xiyu continued, then changed the subject slightly: "It's just that the mage hasn't recovered yet, so I'm a little worried."

He looked at Jinlian and asked, "Master Jinglian, do you know any way to help the monk recover his magical power as soon as possible?"

Jinglian listened quietly to him finish speaking, then stared at him for a long time. Seeing the genuine worry in his eyes, she sighed softly, "There are solutions, of course, but..."

He paused, giving Jiang Xiyu a deep look, then changed the subject slightly, asking ambiguously, "Little cat demon, do you... really want the Buddha to regain his magic power?"

Shiga had said the same thing to him before. Jiang Xiyu's heart skipped a beat. He didn't quite understand why Jinglian would ask the same question. Although he had his doubts, he still answered him affirmatively: "Of course."

"I just hope the monk will get better."

This is what he means.

Jinglian didn't speak. He thought for a moment and realized that the Buddhist disciple was unwilling to return to the Buddhist cave to cultivate, perhaps because he couldn't let go of the person beside him.

When entering a Buddhist cave, one should remain still and quiet, and cultivate a pure mind.

But the Buddhist disciple was unwilling, and Jinglian could not persuade him. However, she thought that if the little cat demon spoke up, perhaps the Buddhist disciple would be willing to return to the Buddhist cave to cultivate because of her concern.

Unable to ignore Shijia's safety, Jinglian still took the initiative to suggest to Jiang Xiyu, "If the Buddhist disciple returns to the Buddhist cave to cultivate, perhaps he can recover some of his health..."

As for how long it will take, that depends on whether the Buddhist disciple can comprehend it.

Upon hearing that returning to the Buddhist cave would restore his health, Jiang Xiyu subconsciously recalled the scene of Shiga helping him leave the cave that night. He realized that his abrupt entry had interrupted Shiga's cultivation.

He said with concern, "Since returning to the Buddha Cave can restore the Master's cultivation, then please let the Master return to the Buddha Cave."

Jinglian hesitated for a moment, then said to Jiang Xiyu, "But this time, you can't go in."

"It's alright," Jiang Xiyu said nonchalantly. "I can't help the Master anyway, and besides, it was I who suddenly came back and interrupted the Master's cultivation last time. Otherwise, the Master wouldn't have left the Buddhist cave..."

As her tone softened, Jiang Xiyu's guilt grew stronger.

He was now so focused on taking full responsibility for Shiga's abnormality that he forgot to even maintain the feigned calm on his face.

However, Jinglian was in a heavy mood and did not look at him. She just sighed in her heart: If you don't go in, the Buddhist disciple will not want to return to the Buddhist cave.

He didn't say those words aloud, nor did he know how to say them.

After all, such ambiguous words would arouse suspicion.

He had already promised the Buddha that he would not mention his feelings to the little cat demon, and he would keep his promise and not say a word.

Both of them were thinking about the same person.

In the long silence, Jiang Xiyu was the first to emerge from his guilt. His expression remained unchanged, and after waiting for a while without Jinglian speaking again, he looked up and saw that her expression was somewhat complicated.

After a moment, Jiang Xiyu hesitated before asking, "Master Jinglian, is there some difficulty?"

Jinglian immediately came to her senses, paused, and put her palms together, saying, "Regarding the matter of returning to the Buddha Cave, I will still need to trouble you to persuade the Buddha disciple more."

In the past, Jiang Xiyu would have gladly accepted.

But after what happened last night, Jiang Xiyu is now like a cat with its fur standing on end. The slightest disturbance will startle his twisted mind, whether it's words or anything else.

Therefore, when he heard Jinglian ask him to persuade Shijia, he did not immediately agree, but subconsciously misinterpreted and traced the matter back to its source.

Why should he be the one to offer advice?

Why ask him if he wants Shiga to regain his magic?

Why do you always have a complicated look in your eyes when I mention Shiga to him?

And why did you take him to the Buddha Cave to see Shiga on that day?

Even though he knew that his going in might interrupt Shiga's cultivation, he still took him there.

Jiang Xiyu's mind tightened for a moment, then he tried to make his smile seem natural, and casually asked, "Me, go and persuade the mage?"

Jinglian: "Mm."

Jiang Xiyu shook his head and said, "I can't do it. Master Jinglian should go instead."

Jinglian sighed. If he could have persuaded her, he would have done so long ago.

If a Buddhist disciple is willing to listen, why would he come to ask for this?

Jinglian said to Jiang Xiyu in a solemn tone, "You must persuade the Buddhist disciple about this matter."

Jiang Xiyufei said dismissively, "The Master won't listen to me..."

Before Jinglian could ponder the probing meaning in those words, she replied affirmatively, "Yes."

Those two simple words, the instant they fell, felt like a boulder pressing down on Jiang Xiyu's heart.

It made his already suffocating and distressed heart sink to the point that it almost crushed his bones.

It is said that to test someone's sincerity towards you, you can look at the words and attitudes of those around them towards you.

Jinglian had been by Shijia's side the longest, and he was highly skilled in cultivation and had also attained enlightenment. Like Shijia, he could see through people's hearts.

Jiang Xiyu knew that if he made connections based on these words alone, others would probably think he was being too presumptuous. But if he wasn't being presumptuous, then in the eyes of those in the know, he was probably too oblivious, even pitifully slow to realize things.