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

The morning mist that had been swirling around the temple dissipated, and light and shadow spilled onto the long steps outside the main hall.

Jiang Xiyu waited quietly outside the hall, her long silver hair and the green silk ribbons hanging from her clothes fluttering in the wind, her light-colored robes fluttering like a mural.

He seemed lost in thought, so he didn't notice when Jinglian went out to receive the order.

It wasn't until Jinglian walked to his side that Jiang Xiyu realized what was happening and subconsciously looked towards the entrance of the main hall.

However, Shiga was not seen.

Jiang Xiyu frowned and asked, "Where is the monk?"

Jinglian hesitated for a moment, then told him only, "The Buddhist disciple will be entering the Buddhist cave to cultivate today."

"Today?" Jiang Xiyu was taken aback upon hearing this, and after a long silence, he murmured as if to himself, "So soon?"

He persuaded Shiga to enter the Buddhist cave last night, and now he wants to leave?

Seeing that he was momentarily dazed, Jinglian simply said, "The Buddha's body has been without magical power for far too long..."

“The Buddhist disciple has entered the Buddhist cave for meditation this time, and we don’t know when he will come out. He instructed me to take good care of you.”

Jinglian did not hide this fact, because the only person the Buddhist disciple was worried about was probably this person.

Although the Buddhist disciple did not say it explicitly, Jinglian knew.

He also wanted the little cat demon to know.

Jiang Xiyu remained silent for a while after hearing this.

I wonder when it will be released?

Does it take a long time to recover mana?

Jiang Xiyu inexplicably recalled the look in his eyes when he agreed to enter the Buddhist cave last night.

He climbed two steps and said to Jinglian in a slightly urgent tone, "Is the Master still in the hall? I would like to see him one more time."

Jinglian felt a little heavy-hearted, shook her head helplessly, and said, "The Buddhist disciple is meditating before the Buddha and it is inconvenient for him to see you at this moment."

Jiang Xiyu smiled faintly and said, "It's alright, I can wait here."

Jinglian opened her lips, looking at Jiang Xiyu as if she wanted to say something but hesitated.

Seeing his troubled expression, Jiang Xiyu's mood suddenly plummeted.

He said softly, "Does the monk not wish to see me?"

Jinglian replied, "It's not that I don't want to see you, but it's better for both you and the Buddhist disciple if we don't meet right now."

After hearing this, Jiang Xiyu inexplicably stepped down a step.

He slowly raised his eyes to look at the entrance of the main hall, thinking: Yes, it's best if Shiga doesn't see him now.

Once he calms down, he will realize that these so-called romantic feelings are nothing but fleeting moments.

For the Buddha, it is even more fleeting.

Why should he insist on seeing this person, thus intensifying his greed?

Seeing that he had taken a step back, Jinglian felt no relief as she had imagined, only helplessness.

He understood that the little cat demon had always placed great importance on the Buddha's safety, and from yesterday's conversation, he also knew that the little cat demon couldn't let go of his wife; that was his responsibility...

Since that's the case, it might be for the best if the two of them just stop here.

Jiang Xiyu was well aware of this.

However, after spending so much time with Shiga, he unconsciously developed a dependence on him.

But that's normal, because all kittens are like that; they love to stick close to their owners.

If you can't see him, then wait for him in the meditation room.

Jiang Xiyu stared at the door for a while before slowly turning her gaze away. As if she had figured it out, she followed Jinglian's words and said, "You're right, then I'd better not see you."

After saying that, he took out two small items from his sleeve.

Jiang Xiyu dozed off on the couch all night, while Shijia sat in meditation at his desk all night.

As dawn broke, Jiang Xiyu habitually went to fetch water for him.

When I returned, I found that the person who had been meditating in front of the table was gone, but there were still a small Buddha statue and a kitten on the table.

Jiang Xiyu remembered that Shijia always carried these two items with him, but last night, he didn't put them away, and he didn't even reach out to take them when Jiang Xiyu handed them to him.

However, at that time, Jiang Xiyu was already confused by Shijia's gaze, and before he could think about it, it was already dawn.

Shiga did not wait for him.

Every morning during class, Jiang Xiyu would transform into his original form. He didn't actually need Shijia to carry him, but Shijia would always hold him. When Jiang Xiyu curled up in his arms, he felt a sense of peace and tranquility from the temple incense on his body. Gradually, he got used to sleeping on that short journey.

Just like going to school, the few minutes of rest before morning classes are definitely the most comfortable and peaceful time to sleep.

However, this time, Shiga did not wait for him, so Jiang Xiyu did not go to sleep either.

He walked alone to the entrance of the main hall but did not go in immediately. He peeked out from the doorway, but could only see Shiga's back.

Jiang Xiyu lowered her eyes and handed the things in her hands to Jinglian.

"Please trouble Master Jinglian to give this to the Dharma Master."

Jinglian looked at the two exquisite little things and couldn't bear to refuse them.

He reached out and took it, then returned to the hall.

However, as he reached the door, he remembered Jiang Xiyu's disappointed cat ears and suddenly turned back for a glance.

Jiang Xiyu descended the long steps, his shadow gradually lengthening in the sunlight.

Jinglian sighed and took the items inside to hand them over to Shijia.

When Shiga saw the two objects, he lowered his eyes slightly, lost in thought.

He was perceptive and could sense his feelings, so he must have known that it was no accident that he left these two items behind.

He didn't want to bother him.

He was very obedient; once he said he would disappear, he would disappear just like that…

In the faint, shimmering light, Shiga raised his pale face.

He stared at it for a long time before finally reaching out and brushing his fingertips across the kitten's face for a fleeting moment.

He didn't answer, and Jinglian didn't know what to do.

Shiga stood up and instructed him to offer the two items before the Buddha.

Jinglian pondered and asked, "If these are placed before the Buddha, unsuspecting disciples might touch them. I see that these two items have taken a lot of effort; why doesn't the Master accept them?"

Even the Buddhist disciple himself probably didn't know how gentle and restrained he was when he touched the kitten with his fingertips, like water flowing beneath a layer of ice.

Perhaps after regaining his magical powers upon entering the Buddhist cave, the Buddhist disciple will no longer be able to perceive it.

He knew that the Buddha had decided to restore the Buddha, but he was actually quite reluctant to part with the Buddha. When the little cat demon asked him to bring the two items, the undercurrent in his heart stirred up inexplicably, eventually causing him to raise his hand uncontrollably. However, he did not take the items, but rather touched them with restraint, as lightly as a falling leaf.

However, the more one tries to restrain oneself, the more intense one's feelings will inevitably be revealed.

That's why Jinglian asked this question.

But Shiga only glanced at the altar, pointed, and gestured for Jinglian to put the items on it.

After Jinglian placed the items on the barrier, before Shijia could say anything, she understood and cast a spell to hide the two items behind a barrier.

Shiga's gaze lingered on the spot where the object had disappeared for a long time before he finally looked away.

He was blind because of a spell.

Even if we can see it again next time, we won't be able to perceive it.

Shiga slowly lowered his eyes, turned the prayer beads in his palm, and after a moment, he turned and left.

Jinglian then followed him to the entrance of the Buddhist cave.

Shiga looked up, and a sudden wave of weariness washed over him.

His figure swayed slightly for a moment.

Jinglian wanted to step forward to help him up, but Shijia refused.

He walked in alone, supporting himself against the wall, and as the stone door of the Buddhist cave closed, his vision gradually dimmed.

The path, which I know by heart, is now incredibly difficult to walk.

Perhaps it's because they can't see the light anymore.