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

The night was cool and still, and the ancient temple was quiet and serene.

After leaving the main hall, Jiang Xiyu declined Jinglian's offer of company and walked alone toward the meditation room.

However, this path was constantly stretched out in his consciousness because of his chaotic thoughts.

So long did he walk, it felt like he had walked for half his life, before he finally caught a glimpse of a sleepless phosphorescent light in the darkness.

Jiang Xiyu paused slightly, her body already chilled by the night wind.

He stood there, gazing into the distance at the meditation room, his mind blank and unable to think of anything.

He didn't even know how he got to the end of the journey. When he came to his senses, he was already at the door of the meditation room.

The moonlight poured down, covering the steps outside the meditation room like incense ash.

Jiang Xiyu gazed at the meditation room, hesitating to go inside.

He wanted to go in because of his worries, but because of that last glance he took before leaving the Buddhist cave, he was too timid to take the first step.

What do we do once we get in?

Should we seek the monk's forgiveness?

But how can such deception be forgiven?

Even though Jiang Xiyu had thought about this day before, when it actually came, he was completely flustered, helpless, and had no idea what to do.

At that moment, the sound of footsteps broke the silence and also took Jiang Xiyu's thoughts away.

The footsteps were slow and light, ethereal, as if they were coming on lotus blossoms.

Suddenly, the strands of hair draped over her shoulder were blown away by the wind.

Jiang Xiyu suddenly snapped out of her daze, and upon realizing what was happening, she instantly tensed up, unsure of where to look.

Moonlight streamed in, gradually elongating the shadows cast into the meditation room as they approached.

The figure, holding prayer beads, walked out slowly, leaving no dust in its wake and no wind in its wake.

Jiang Xiyu lowered his eyes, and after a moment, a gaze as cold as water fell upon him as the footsteps approached.

Jiang Xiyu subconsciously stopped breathing, and her body trembled uncontrollably.

At that moment, every subtle sound amplified and spread in his ears until, at a certain point, these sounds abruptly ceased.

A splash of red suddenly appeared before Jiang Xiyu's eyes.

He examined it closely for a moment and discovered that the red was just a corner of the cassock.

Under the moonlight, the crimson color, which should have been as beautiful as a flower, was instead tinged with the coolness of the moonlight, and a faint halo seemed to linger among the flowing dark gold.

The moonlight not only illuminated the robe, but also the silhouette of that figure.

Shiga stood before the steps, expressionless.

He gazed at Jiang Xiyu with his eyes slightly lowered. A golden Buddhist mark was on his forehead, like a lotus flower just beginning to bloom. His dark eyes were like still water, clear and calm, without any ripples, like a Buddha in a shrine who is neither born nor dies.

In the long silence.

Jiang Xiyu still couldn't control herself.

He slowly raised his eyelids, meeting the gaze of the person on the steps.

The moonlight was perfect; he could clearly see the person's face and the stillness in their eyes, as if they were sitting on still water.

The gaze that fell upon him was calm and indifferent, lacking none of the tenderness that Jiang Xiyu had briefly possessed.

Jiang Xiyu looked into Shijia's eyes, and seemed to be frozen in place by that gaze, a feeling that was hard to describe welling up in his heart.

Perhaps it's because they've grown accustomed to Shiga's gentleness.

Upon first contact, her gaze was even colder than when we first met.

Jiang Xiyu was at a loss for what to do or say.

He could neither hear the wind nor his own heartbeat.

He felt as if he were being crushed by collapsing snow, unable to breathe.

Even so, he looked intently and persistently into Shiga's eyes.

The moment their eyes met, Jiang Xiyu truly believed that Shijia had forgotten his feelings for him.

When a Buddhist disciple's mind is calm and undisturbed, he sees all things as straw dogs, including himself.

Jiang Xiyu's face slowly lost its color, but her eyes, in stark contrast, turned red.

He looked up at Shiga, and when he was sure that he could not see his own reflection in the other’s pupils, he knelt down before Shiga, just like an ordinary believer and disciple.

Shiga frowned slightly, as if raising a hand to stop him from kneeling.

Jiang Xiyu did not take this opportunity to get up, but instead resolutely knelt down before him.

Even as a believer, even as a disciple of Buddhism.

Shiga is also worthy of this bow.

This bow was an expression of respect, and also a sign of Jiang Xiyu's indebtedness.

"What are you doing?"

Shiga heard his own voice, the tone of which was indescribable.

Jiang Xiyu knelt below, her throat bobbing with difficulty, her voice sounding as if it had been torn apart.

He said earnestly, "Master, I have come to apologize to you..."

Shiga paused slightly, looking at Jiang Xiyu with an unclear expression, and remained silent.

Jiang Xiyu, unable to get a response, closed her eyes with a dim gaze and gently rested her head on the back of her hand.

He spoke each word slowly and clearly, with difficulty: "Master, I'm sorry, I deceived you..."

Shiga remained silent, his figure seemingly unmoved.

His gaze was distant, as if he were looking at Jiang Xiyu, yet also as if he wasn't looking at him at all.

Jiang Xiyu didn't look up, but continued, "Master, whatever punishment you wish to give me, I will accept it. I... dare not ask for your forgiveness, but..."

"But you were possessed by evil thoughts that day, and then you encountered a strange movement of merit. I wonder if you were injured?"

The words fell.

Shiga was startled and suddenly gripped the prayer beads tightly.

He remained silent and indifferent for a long time.

He seemed not to hear the words of apology that came before, but because of the last word of concern, a layer of frost seemed to fall on his heart.

After a long pause, he loosened his grip on the prayer beads and replied calmly, "No..."

It was nothing but evil intent, nothing but divine retribution; those things couldn't harm him in the slightest.

What truly hurt him was never these things.

But this person didn't understand.

Or perhaps, he understood...

But he didn't care.

Thinking about all this, which was only a few words long, made Shiga's heart feel like it was frosting over and over again.

The Buddhist seal on his forehead faintly glowed, and the divine coldness gradually calmed him down.

At that moment, Shiga thought to himself, thankfully he could no longer perceive anything.

Otherwise, the collapse would have occurred in more than one place.

……

There was no sound coming from the top of the steps for a long time.

Jiang Xiyu's heart sank to the bottom, and her shoulders trembled uncontrollably.

He was completely unaware of what was happening; he simply wanted to call out to the person on the steps, "Master."

In that suffocating silence, he seemed to have been robbed of all his voice, and could no longer speak.

Jiang Xiyu only snapped out of her daze when she heard very light footsteps.

The robe brushed against the silvery steps as Shiga walked up to him, lowered his eyes and spoke, his tone devoid of any emotion.

He said, "Get up..."

Jiang Xiyu sensed a chilling aura approaching, but held her breath and did not look up.

Shiga stared at him for a long time. When he saw that he did not rise, he suddenly spoke, his tone very calm, yet also strange.

He said, "He didn't take my body, you must be very sad..."