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

Actually, deep down, he didn't know when it started, but he couldn't help wanting to get closer to him.

Throughout their journey together, through numerous interactions and companionships, he approached her with a elusive, almost imperceptible, dart. Although Shiga knew the other was unintentional, she couldn't help but overthink it, even harboring thoughts of trying to hold on.

Once he understood his own feelings, he became increasingly unable to control himself. Every time he tried to suppress and restrain himself, the backlash was that he wanted to get closer to him and be near him even more.

Until that day when everything broke down, under the watchful eyes of all the gods and Buddhas, he was finally able to kiss him without restraint, pouring out all his affection. He even descended the Buddha's steps and waded through hell, just wanting to stay a little longer.

As long as that moment can linger a little longer, even if it means vanishing into nothingness, it doesn't matter.

Shiga lowered his eyes, keeping Jiang Xiyu's body still.

Jiang Xiyu, however, persisted in asking him how he felt.

Shiga remained expressionless, only saying softly, "Switch it back."

If he knew what I wanted, he certainly wouldn't say such things again.

Jiang Xiyu was enveloped in the fragrance of rose petals, a scent that seemed to have seeped into her very bones over the years. As her skin grew warm, the fragrance intensified, becoming increasingly alluring.

Shiga slowly raised his hand, forming a hand seal in an attempt to return his soul to his sea of ​​consciousness.

Jiang Xiyu lay down in his sea of ​​consciousness and said in a spoiled manner, "My body hurts so much, Master, please don't make me change back."

My body was indeed in constant pain after my demon core was shattered.

However, for most people, that kind of pain isn't particularly noticeable.

But Jiang Xiyu was different. His true form was a cat, and he was too sensitive to pain. In addition, he found it fun to switch back, so he didn't want to switch back for the time being.

Shiga remained silent upon hearing this.

Jiang Xiyu added, "I'm serious, Master, you can feel it, my body is in so much pain."

Shiga sat quietly for a long time, without moving or sensing anything more. He didn't mention it again after Jiang Xiyu finished speaking.

"Master, can you feel it?" Jiang Xiyu asked. "Why can't you feel it?"

Shiga shook his head slightly and said calmly, "One should not sense things casually."

Jiang Xiyu was taken aback for a moment, then realized his embarrassment, smiled and said, "It's alright, Master."

"We are now one, and this body is now yours too."

So it's harmless to just experience it.

Shiga remained silent, his lowered hand tightening momentarily.

No matter what Jiang Xiyu said afterward, Shijia remained unmoved.

Jiang Xiyu's soul rolled around in his sea of ​​consciousness, and then, as if he had thought of something, he suddenly made some movements in his sea of ​​consciousness.

In an instant, Shiga's eyes widened, and he frowned slightly, asking, "What are you doing?"

My heart trembled, as if being plucked on a musical instrument.

Jiang Xiyu blinked, and after a long while, asked innocently, "Can't the mage sense it?"

Shiga's breathing was slightly sluggish.

Jiang Xiyu rarely joked, and whispered, "I'm just teasing you."

Be careful with the silk threads, be careful with your thoughts; this silk thread is not the same as that silk thread.

Seeing his playful nature, Shiga's gaze softened, and his tone became somewhat helpless yet authoritative: "Cat, stop fooling around."

Jiang Xiyu raised an eyebrow, smiled silently, and stopped bothering him.

The surroundings were quiet for a while as a result.

The bright twilight in the palace was reflected in the bronze mirror not far away through the thin veil of clouds.

At this moment, the figure sitting upright on the couch is reflected in the bronze mirror.

His silver hair cascaded down his back, his features were alluring, and the soft light and shadow reflected on his face made him handsome, yet also exuded an unprecedented gentleness.

Suddenly, a ray of light refracted by the bronze mirror flashed past his eyes.

Shiga seemed to sense something and looked up, his gaze slightly startled.

He looked at his face in the bronze mirror, his eyes bright yet inexplicably revealing a clear and cold detachment.

Shiga gazed silently at the person in the mirror for a long time without blinking.

Sharing the same body, their actions at this moment seemed like looking at themselves in a mirror, yet there appeared to be affection flowing in Shiga's eyes.

Jiang Xiyu, remembering the important matter, sat up seriously and asked, "Master, do you think Yuejia will successfully return to the Buddhist realm?"

Upon hearing this, Shiga gently shifted his gaze from the bronze mirror and slowly said, "If he wishes, he will."

Jiang Xiyu remained silent for a moment before speaking his mind: "Master, I actually want to go, but I'm afraid to."

Yuejia looked very angry, and also extremely disappointed.

Jiang Xiyu was afraid that if she went to Cibei Temple, she would disturb his cultivation and incur his disgust, even though he might already be disgusted with her.

Shiga knew his concerns and said softly, "Do not worry about things that have not yet happened, nor presuppose karmic consequences that have not yet been borne. If your heart desires to go, then go..."

Jiang Xiyu was stunned for a long time. After sorting out her emotions, she made up her mind.

However, Jiang Xiyu did not say anything explicitly, but instead changed the subject and asked Shijia, "Master, will you return to the Buddhist temple to practice in the future?"

Shiga paused for a moment, then simply said, "Cultivation takes place in the human realm."

His spiritual practice is only possible in the human world where he is present.

Jiang Xiyu didn't understand the meaning of these words and asked, "Does the monk intend to cultivate in the human world?"

"If the Master is practicing in the human realm, I will accompany him in his practice after we have resolved the matter of Yuejia."

"I've heard that the mountains and rivers of the world are magnificent, but I haven't had a proper look at them yet."

However, all of this must wait until Yuejia makes a decision.

If he wants to return to the Buddhist realm, Jiang Xiyu will respect his decision. Just as there is no problem with him being a follower of Shiga, there is no problem with him being a follower of Yuega.

Individual pursuits differ; Yuejia's pursuit was to become a Buddha, but Shijia gave up becoming a Buddha for him.

Jiang Xiyu felt a bittersweet feeling in her heart, as if something was flowing and filling her.

He gradually came to understand the saying that everything will work out for the best.

Fate brought them to a crossroads; whether they would walk together or part ways, Jiang Xiyu was willing to accept it all.

Shiga looked at the bronze mirror again, at those golden eyes, as if he were standing opposite Jiang Xiyu. After a long while, he softly said, "There will be an opportunity..."

*

As late autumn arrived silently, the ancient temple fell into complete stillness.

The lingering incense smoke in the temple is like a deeply hidden old dream, while the hustle and bustle of the outside world seems as distant as a distant dream.

When Jiang Xiyu returned to Cibei Temple, he stood at the entrance of the meditation room, staring blankly at the layers of fallen leaves on the steps for a while.

It feels like I've been gone for a long time, yet it also feels like all those scenes happened just yesterday.

Jiang Xiyu took a deep breath before slowly walking into the meditation room.

The meditation room remained unchanged, and the figure he was looking for was nowhere to be found.

Jiang Xiyu knew that Yuejia was in the temple and also felt that he didn't want to see her.

So he waited quietly in the meditation room. Later, standing in front of the Buddha shrine, his gaze fell on the scattered incense ash on the table, and he realized that Yuejia had indeed been here.

Jiang Xiyu swept away the incense ash in front of the altar and also swept away the fallen leaves in the Zen temple.

The broom rustled softly, like the swaying shadows of trees, or like cause and effect gently caressing the page of destiny.

The world was silent, and everything seemed to have returned to dust.

Suddenly, a faint light began to circulate in the sky, like the dark red glow of incense burning in front of a Buddha statue. The color grew more and more distinct until it converged in the same direction, piercing the light of the sky in an instant.

Shiga said calmly, "He's leaving..."