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

I spent a sleepless night, my mind heavy with worries.

The next day, Jiang Xiyu pretended that nothing had happened. He accompanied Shijia to the main hall for morning prayers as usual. However, after the morning prayers, Shijia dismissed everyone except Jinglian.

Before leaving, Jiang Xiyu glanced back with some concern.

But that gaze was blocked by the swirling incense smoke; it could not reach the person in front of the Buddha, nor could it reach the figure standing with his back to him in front of the Buddha.

One should know that all consciousness is like an illusion, and all worldly actions are like a dream.

Greed is like a surging tide; if the roots of affection remain unbroken, one will be deeply trapped within it, unable to turn back.

Only by letting go of attachments can one liberate oneself and also relieve... his worries.

However, as the footsteps faded away, the scriptures he had been reciting began to become blurred in his mind.

Shiga closed his eyes and remained silent for a long time before raising his eyes to look at the Buddha statue in front of him.

The path of spiritual practice lies in the heart. He once spoke with the Buddha about this, saying that the person was the place where his spiritual practice would end.

But now, his heart has nowhere to go...

The Buddha statue lowered its eyes, gazing at him silently, its gaze seemingly filled with pity, yet also with indifference.

However, he forgot that when he expressed his feelings to the Buddha in front of him, he used the heart of an ordinary person, not the compassionate heart of a Buddha.

If one can recite Buddhist scriptures, how can one calm a restless mind?

Amitabha.

Jinglian silently recited a Buddhist chant, but in her heart she felt uneasy about Shijia leaving her behind.

As he watched Shiga's retreating figure, he vaguely recalled the scene before the Buddha where he confessed to having worldly desires. But now that he knew the truth, seeing it again only made him feel a deep sadness.

He dared not tell the little cat demon that he was already married, for fear that the Buddhist disciple's demonic obsession would deepen.

Even though the Buddhist disciple was well-versed in Buddhist principles, he had not experienced it firsthand. He thought that treating the little cat demon as a form of spiritual practice would easily dissipate his feelings after the practice was complete. In reality, if a person's heart is moved and there is mutual affection, that's fine. But if it's one-sided, the inability to obtain the other person will lead to various feelings of unfulfilled desire.

Loss, jealousy, greed, craving... so many thoughts of greed, anger, and delusion cannot be controlled just by wanting to. Otherwise, there wouldn't be so many infatuated men and women in this world who would rather be moths to a flame than see through the illusions of the mortal world.

Jinglian was afraid that if the Buddhist disciple knew that the little cat demon was already married, he would feel lost, jealous, or even possessive because of his current feelings for him, and would be unable to control himself.

After all, how can someone caught up in love and desire accept that what they cannot have is easily obtained by someone else?

If a Buddhist disciple knew the truth, that the only person who had ever stirred his heart in his long life already had someone he deeply loved, what should he do?

Rather than getting deeper and deeper into trouble, it's better to cut ties early.

This is better for both of us.

Jinglian couldn't bear to see him sink any deeper, so after Jiang Xiyu realized Shijia's feelings, she suggested that he try to persuade him.

Right now, the Buddhist monk left him alone here, while letting the little cat demons leave.

Jinglian guessed that the little cat demon had probably listened to her and tried to persuade the Buddha.

He collected his thoughts and asked Shiga, "Buddha's disciple, is there anything you need?"

Facing the golden light reflected from the Buddha statue, Shiga paused for a moment, then said calmly, "Today I will enter the Buddha cave to cultivate."

"Today?" Jinglian looked up at him, a hint of surprise in her eyes, as if she hadn't expected him to plan to enter the Buddhist cave today.

Shiga glanced at him sideways upon hearing this, giving him a blank look.

That one glance seemed to see right through everything. Jinglian was stunned for a moment, then quickly said, "Buddha, please give your orders."

Shiga only said, "After I enter the Buddhist cave, you will be in charge of all the affairs of the temple..."

Jinglian knew he was still worried, so she agreed without hesitation.

"The disciple understands."

He finished speaking and waited, but after a long while, he still didn't hear Shiga's response.

Shiga simply turned the prayer beads in his palm, his face expressionless, his gaze unfocused, and his thoughts unreadable.

The hall suddenly fell silent, with only the faint sound of the prayer beads turning.

Jinglian had heard the sound of the prayer beads turning countless times while she was with Shijia.

He was so familiar with it that he could tell how many beads Shiga had spun just by listening to the sound, without even looking at them.

In the past, Shiga was pure of the six senses, and the sound of his prayer beads rubbing together was so regular that it was almost as regular as he was.

but now……

As Jinglian listened, she couldn't help but sigh deeply in her heart.

When the mind is in turmoil, the sound of the prayer beads turning also becomes disordered.

He looked over at the sound, his gaze pausing for a moment as it fell upon something.

It was noticed that the prayer beads that Shiga had been holding had been changed for some reason.

He gave the first string of Buddhist prayer beads to the little cat demon.

As for the second string of prayer beads, he remembered that it was still there when he was talking with the Buddhist monk yesterday.

Right now, the string of prayer beads that the Buddhist disciple was spinning has turned into white crystal prayer beads.

Each type of Buddhist prayer bead has a different meaning, and the different colors are used to practice different kinds of karma.

For example, the Buddhist beads that the Buddhist disciple gave to the little cat demon are not only a ritual implement, but can also purify karma and increase blessings. This string of white crystal beads is said to be used only in the practice of Vajrasattva, symbolizing repentance for sins.

Repent of your sins...

Upon realizing this, Jinglian suddenly shuddered.

He carefully examined Shiga's expression, but his face was cold and devoid of any emotion.

Although everything seemed the same as before, Jinglian still keenly sensed that something was amiss.

Having grown accustomed to the emotions of a mortal during this period, the Buddhist disciple noticed the occasional gentle expression he would show towards the little cat demon. Therefore, this calm and composed demeanor seemed more like an avoidance or concealment, especially considering the Buddhist disciple's hasty decision to enter the Buddhist cave for cultivation...

Jinglian couldn't help but ponder deeply. Three months of separation had already caused the Buddhist disciple immense suffering, and regaining his magical power was not something that could be accomplished overnight. How could he so calmly let go... even banishing the little cat demon outside the hall...?

The prayer beads suddenly stopped spinning, and a cold gaze swept over.

Jinglian suddenly came to her senses.

Shiga said calmly, "You don't need to think about it."

Jinglian said in a hoarse voice, "This disciple only..."

He was indeed wondering if Shiga knew something.

But meeting Shijia's calm gaze, Jinglian said solemnly, "This disciple understands."

Whether the Buddhist disciple knew it or not, his willingness to enter the Buddhist cave to cultivate at this moment meant that he had already decided to restrain his mind.

He didn't know if the Buddha's disciple could regain his magical powers this time, but he hoped that the Buddha's disciple could, at least with the divine nature of the golden body still present, he would not be tormented by love, nor suffer because of it.

Since it cannot be spoken, let everything dissipate before the Buddha along with the rising smoke.

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