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

Chapter 391 The Cold and Pure Human Buddha Child VS The Adorable and Devoted Demon Cat Emperor [67]

Jiang Xiyu didn't want to talk much with Jinglian. After finishing the fish and returning home, he habitually walked to the open window of the meditation room.

A gentle breeze blew outside the window, rustling the Bodhi tree. The swaying shadows created a tranquil spring scene. Light slowly climbed onto the windowsill, and Jiang Xiyu was about to leap up when his pupils widened as he looked up.

Sitting quietly in the meditation room, bathed in a soft light, his face was pure and serene, like the bright moon and white lotus. When he closed his eyes and concentrated, he seemed like a Buddha sitting high on a lotus throne, making the world fall silent and lose its color.

Jiang Xiyu stared at him for a while before gently jumping up. The closer she got to Shijia, the more she could smell the cool temple fragrance surrounding him, as if it were from years of meditation, or as if she was born with it.

Jiang Xiyu really liked this scent. Every time she smelled it, she couldn't resist it. She always felt that the scent was as addictive as catnip.

He originally intended to stay by the windowsill, but Shiga suddenly opened his eyes.

Jiang Xiyu's cat ears twitched, and she whispered, "Did I disturb the mage?"

At that moment, the morning light shone directly on his body, making his fur glow with a golden light, like spring sunshine reflected on white snow. Perhaps because the light was too dazzling, his pupils slanted upwards, looking sharp yet giving off a strangely ambiguous feeling of smiling.

Shiga paused for a moment, then shook his head, telling him that he didn't feel disturbed.

Jiang Xiyu smiled and found a comfortable position to lie on her side on the windowsill.

Shiga glanced at the uneven windowsill, then raised his hand to put the scriptures on the table aside and moved the small futon that Jiang Xiyu usually used to sleep on. After doing all this, he looked up at Jiang Xiyu again, as if indicating that he should sleep on the table.

Jiang Xiyu said, "It's alright, Master, I can sleep here. I want to bask in the sun."

As he spoke, his tail wagged happily behind him.

With a flick of his sleeve, Shiga opened the window wider, letting in the full sunlight that illuminated Jiang Xiyu's lovely silhouette on the table.

Now, the sun shines on the table too.

Jiang Xiyu's eyes darted around, and seeing that Shijia was still looking at her with a calm expression, she obediently got up and jumped onto the table.

The small futon was originally stained with some of Jiang Xiyu's odor, but it was now clean. Jiang Xiyu thought that it would be free of his scent, so he leaned closer to sniff it. He found that his pheromones were still present, so he lay down on it comfortably, stretching his short limbs towards Shiga.

"Thank you, Master." He looked at Shiga and thanked him.

Shiga nodded, then closed his eyes again to meditate.

He knew Jiang Xiyu's habit: she liked to feel sleepy after eating.

Seeing that he had closed his eyes and was meditating, Jiang Xiyu lowered her eyelids and stared at him quietly, as if deep in thought.

In the past two days, he had vaguely sensed the instability of Shiga's aura and guessed that the merit in his body was increasing. Having stayed by Shiga's side for so long, Jiang Xiyu also knew that he would not show any abnormality unless it reached the point where Shiga could not control himself.

All Jiang Xiyu could do was observe his condition constantly, and then, when the merits backfired, help him absorb the excess as soon as possible to prevent him from suffering the pain of the backlash.

He couldn't help but wonder if Shiga would lose his magic power after this backlash.

After all, judging from Jinglian's reaction, Shijia's loss of magical power after the incident in Yujing City was probably just a coincidence. However, it's unknown whether such a coincidence will happen again, and Jiang Xiyu doesn't want him to lose his magical power again.

Ideally, nothing unexpected should happen.

Jiang Xiyu had been thinking for too long when suddenly, as if overcome by a feeling of drowsiness after a full meal, she yawned, placed her soft, fleshy paws under her chin, and slowly closed her eyes to fall asleep.

Jiang Xiyu didn't know how long she had slept, but she felt a cool breeze creep up her back.

He instinctively wrapped his tail around himself to keep warm, but the cold wind continued to blow. Jiang Xiyu couldn't help but shiver, then turned over and half-opened his eyes listlessly.

He stared blankly out the window for a while, and noticed that the sky outside had darkened at some point, a cold wind was blowing all around, and the world seemed to have undergone a sudden change, with the sky appearing frighteningly gloomy.

Bodhi leaves trembled and fluttered in the air, their originally melodious rustling sound, like chanting, seemed to startle the temple bells, which then rang out in mournful torrents.

Jiang Xiyu was shocked by the scene before him. In a daze, he thought he had fallen asleep into the apocalypse. After he came to his senses, he sat up abruptly to see if Shiga was still there.

Turning around, he found Shiga still sitting cross-legged in front of the table as always, as if he had never moved.

However, unlike Jiang Xiyu before he went to sleep, his usually frost-white eyebrows were now furrowed, and even his forehead, chin, and neck were covered in fine beads of sweat.

Jiang Xiyu sensed something was wrong. Listening carefully, she noticed that Shiga's breathing was also erratic. She immediately called out softly with concern, "Master..."

But no matter how many times he called out, it was to no avail; Shiga had already fallen into a backlash.

The merits of Qicheng were no less than those of Yujingcheng, and Shijia prayed for the rebirth of all the innocent people of Qicheng. Therefore, the merits that entered his body were as vast as the sea, and when they backfired, they surged like a tsunami.

The golden body within Shiga was protecting its master, but it could not withstand the continuous erosion. Compared to the previous time, the backlash was more severe this time, and it even caused strange phenomena in the heavens and earth.

This strange phenomenon is a punishment from Heaven.

The result he has now is just like that of the pigeon demon.

Although the turmoil in the two human cities was not his wish, since both calamities were caused by evil intentions, and he was one with him, now that he had committed extremely serious evil deeds, Shiga could not remain unscathed, because this was the cause he had sown.

The punishments of Heaven may cause one to feel as if their heart is being burned by raging fire, or to be plunged into endless cold.

Shiga was not concerned about such pain. On the contrary, the heavens confirmed his guess. All of this was inextricably linked to evil thoughts. For every bit of pain he suffered, the evil thoughts suffered three times more. With Shiga's abilities, he could naturally eliminate this punishment, but he did not intervene. Instead, he calmly accepted it.

He wanted to use this incident to warn evil thoughts, to warn them not to commit evil deeds again, otherwise, in this world, the heavenly order would restrain them.

Since the merit entered his body yesterday, Shijia had foreseen this tribulation. He wanted to suffer it alone, so when Jinglian took Jiang Xiyu down the mountain to find food, he agreed.

He didn't want the cat to notice anything amiss, but he hadn't expected it to return so quickly. Just as he had said in the palace, it would return to his side…