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

Chapter 329 The Cold and Pure Human Buddha Child VS The Adorable and Devoted Demon Cat Emperor [5]

After treating Jiang Xiyu's injuries, Shiga did not expel him.

Cibei Temple does not accept outsiders. Jiang Xiyu was not expelled, probably because he is currently in the form of a kitten. Temples have always allowed kittens to enter, and Cibei Temple is no exception.

Therefore, if Jiang Xiyu wants to stay here temporarily and get closer to Shiga, he has no choice but to maintain his original form for a period of time.

After all, how could such a compassionate monk bear to drive away such a little thing?

As Jiang Xiyu was thinking, she saw Shijia go to sit on the meditation bed. Jiang Xiyu obediently lay on the futon for a while. Seeing that he really didn't care about her and seemed to be in deep meditation, she dared to use her front paws to support herself on the ground, sticking out her buttocks and stretching out in a long yawn.

After stretching and yawning, Jiang Xiyu glanced at Shijia before gracefully leaving the meditation room.

Cibei Temple is a continuous complex of halls and pavilions, with green tiles and yellow walls. The Bodhi trees reach for the sky with lush foliage, creating a serene and tranquil atmosphere, like a secluded paradise painted in the pictures.

Jiang Xiyu leaped onto the green tiles, then raised its tail and walked on them, admiring the ancient temple and pagoda as if surveying its territory.

Jiang Xiyu did not return to Shijia's meditation room until the last bell rang in the temple.

However, when he returned, the person who had been meditating on the meditation bed was no longer there.

He wasn't in a hurry. He looked around Shiga's meditation room for a while, as if he were familiar with the place, before lying down on the futon to wait.

Shiga's meditation room is very simple. It contains only a solemn Buddhist shrine and scriptures. Apart from that, there is almost no trace of human presence or daily life.

Especially after nightfall, the cold moonlight makes one feel even more lonely and desolate.

No wonder the monks here are so detached from worldly desires; if they had even the slightest worldly interest, they probably wouldn't be able to withstand such solitude.

Jiang Xiyu uttered "Amitabha".

He lay prone on the meditation cushion, his golden pupils fixed on the door of the meditation room.

He thought, Shiga must have never been waited for.

Jiang Xiyu waited for a long time, and just as she was about to fall asleep with her eyes closed, she suddenly heard footsteps outside.

Although the footsteps were very light, Jiang Xiyu's cat ears were too sensitive to sound.

His ears twitched, and after confirming the movement, he squatted down in front of the meditation room door.

A serene and otherworldly figure gradually appeared on the Zen gate.

Jiang Xiyu looked up.

When Shiga pushed open the door and entered, he saw a fluffy clump on the ground by the bright moonlight outside.

He didn't stop walking, seemingly neither surprised nor emotional about it.

Seeing this, Jiang Xiyu let out a disappointed meow, then walked over and brushed Shiga's robe with her tail.

Shiga slowed his pace as he entered the meditation room, where candles were lit one after another.

Seeing that he was ignoring her, Jiang Xiyu called out, "Master."

Shiga did not move after hearing this.

Seeing that he was not moving, Jiang Xiyu took the initiative to walk in front of him, raised her head and said softly, "Master, thank you for saving me."

Shiga lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes casting a faint shadow on his face.

He looked at Jiang Xiyu for a while before nodding slightly.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Jiang Xiyu followed at his feet.

Shiga sat cross-legged before the table, seemingly about to recite some scriptures.

Jiang Xiyu jumped onto the table, squatted down, looked at him, and said, "Master, I..."

He wanted to stay.

Shiga seemed to see through his thoughts and said calmly, "Don't say anything."

Jiang Xiyu looked at Shijia's almost rigid expression as he twirled his prayer beads and dared not speak.

Although she was a person of flesh and blood, she seemed like a glass statue situated on a high snow-capped mountain, with an aloof and cold demeanor that made people dare not look up to her.

Jiang Xiyu fell silent, and the surroundings were eerily quiet.

Only occasionally does a breeze blow through the window, causing the bodhi leaves to rustle.

An ordinary person could not possibly stay still for so long, but Jiang Xiyu, this cat, could stay in one place all day without moving.

He looked at Shiga, wrapped his tail around his body, and silently stayed by his side.

After Shiga finished reciting the scriptures, he looked calmly at Jiang Xiyu, who was staring at him with open eyes.

He seemed not to mind Jiang Xiyu being there, because it didn't bother him at all.

The candlelight flickered, and unusually tonight, there were shadows of other living things in the meditation room.

Shiga closed the scripture and then got up and went to his meditation bed.

Seeing that he treated her like she didn't exist, Jiang Xiyu immediately rolled around on the table in frustration, and then persistently followed Shijia to the meditation bed.

He doesn't take up much space, especially since Shiga doesn't seem to need to sleep; he just meditates.

Shiga glanced at him indifferently, then closed his eyes, and the candlelight in the meditation room went out.

Jiang Xiyu had excellent night vision, so he didn't believe that this person would really stay still and sleep cross-legged like that. As a result, he couldn't hold on any longer in the middle of the night and collapsed onto the meditation bed.

The sound of him falling onto the couch was so faint as to be almost imperceptible.

But for the past hundred years, such sounds have rarely been heard around Shiga.

He slowly lifted his eyelids and looked down at the sleeping cat.

After an unknown amount of time, half of the cat's head had fallen off the meditation mat, and its entire body was bent into a crescent shape, making it look somewhat comical.

Shiga reached out and turned his head back. Although his expression remained indifferent, the movement of his fingertips was very gentle.

The next day, before dawn, as soon as the temple bell rang, Shiga would go to attend the morning prayers with the monks.

Jiang Xiyu is the kind of person who wakes up at the slightest sound.

He watched as Shiga got up, and then stretched and got up as well.

Shiga went to the Baohua Hall.

Jiang Xiyu followed behind him, entering with elegant steps.

Incense burned in the main hall, and the smoke swirled like mist.

For Jiang Xiyu, whose body was so small, the Buddha statues enshrined in the main hall, along with the rising smoke, gave him the illusion of towering into the clouds.

The monks watched it enter with curiosity, their faces all kind and compassionate. When Jiang Xiyu walked to the feet of a certain monk, the monk even offered him his prayer mat.

To them, cats are extremely spiritual animals. Since Buddha allowed him to receive offerings, the monks would naturally cherish him.

Jiang Xiyu didn't stand on ceremony and climbed onto the prayer mat.

The monks bowed to Shigatse, then knelt before the Buddha to perform their morning prayers.

Shiga sat cross-legged in front of the monks and preached the Dharma. His pronunciation was slow and clear, and his intonation was rhythmic and varied.

The monks listened attentively, their expressions becoming increasingly focused and attentive.

Jiang Xiyu initially observed with curiosity and found Shijia's Buddhist teachings somewhat interesting. However, after the monks began chanting sutras, Jiang Xiyu found the chanting sound incredibly soporific, and coupled with the fact that he had gotten up so early, his eyelids were already drooping.

He silently recited the Buddha's name in his heart, and then showed his respect for the Buddha. When he and the monks worshipped the Buddha, he bowed his head down in devout worship. He did not raise his head for a long time after that.

The morning prayers last for one hour, after which the monks go for their morning meal.

Seeing Jiang Xiyu bowing before the Buddha, they couldn't help but say, "This cat is quite spiritual; it's very devout, kneeling before the Buddha for so long and still unwilling to get up."

The other monks smiled faintly, but did not laugh out loud.

Shiga walked over, glanced at him seemingly casually, then shook his head and looked away indifferently.

When the monks saw him shake his head, they quickly moved closer to the cushion and took a closer look, only to find that the cat was asleep.

He's asleep...

These words immediately drew laughter.

In the end, it was Shiga, who had already reached the entrance of the main hall, who used magic to take him away.