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

A thousand lotus lanterns, all will eventually be extinguished.

The cold wind extinguished the lights in the Buddhist temple, dispersed the lingering incense, and also stirred the stillness in Shika's eyes.

The surface appears calm, but undercurrents are brewing, and turmoil is constant.

Shiga gripped his prayer beads tightly, his heart filled with inexplicable emotions, as if he had fallen into a bottomless abyss of still water, unable to catch his breath.

He remained silent for a long time, until the aura around him dimmed, before lowering his eyes and speaking softly: "Jinglian, I am aware of my karma..."

Such is the fate of this calamity; it is merely his own obsession. He will not force it, nor does he have the right to.

Once he has overcome his evil thoughts and returned to the Buddhist realm, thereafter, he will live in the human world and remain in the Buddhist order, with no further entanglement between them.

If one day he enters a Buddhist temple, he will see the golden statue on a lotus platform.

A single glance through the eyes of the Buddha is enough...

Shiga finally moved, glancing at Jinglian expressionlessly.

That one glance indicated that he didn't need to worry so much.

Then, he stood before the Buddha, gazing up at the solemn statue, as if trying to see through the golden image the Buddhas guiding him. His voice was clear and cold as he declared, "This disciple has long since attained Buddhahood, yet I never imagined I would encounter someone in the mortal realm. Perhaps he is merely a belated fruit of my spiritual journey..."

“I have never forgotten the teachings of the Buddha.”

“I never intended to get involved in karma, but my emotions have already stirred. All causes and conditions will eventually lead to a positive outcome, but in the meantime, my heart should always have a place to cultivate.”

That place of belonging is a person.

Shiga burned incense before the altar, the smoke curling upwards like tangled, unresolved emotions reaching the heavens.

He bowed respectfully and said, "After the journey is over, I will personally return to the Buddhist realm to apologize."

During this period, he tried to calm his mind and stop moving, but Buddhism still could not help him escape the sea of ​​suffering caused by longing. So he responded to his thoughts with his body and regarded it as a form of spiritual practice.

If I had never met you, I would have gladly accepted all the years of cultivation and solitude.

But then, he appeared right in front of me.

If he hadn't lost his magic, he might have forever harbored a fog of confusion about 'love' in his heart.

For him, this fog of mystery, if forgotten, would prevent him from becoming a true Buddha.

Only by truly experiencing and understanding can one achieve a lofty spiritual realm and bring blessings to the world.

After hearing this, Jinglian also knelt before the Buddha to beg for forgiveness.

He prayed that the Buddha would protect his followers, but after hearing Shika's words, his face turned ashen.

The Buddhist disciple wanted to treat the cat demon as a form of spiritual practice. He had already decided to wade into the murky waters of the mortal world. But throughout history, who has ever been able to truly emerge from the mortal world cleanly?

“Buddha’s disciple, please reconsider!” Jinglian turned to the side, bowed to Shijia, and advised him in a trembling voice.

Shiga stood up, his expression indifferent.

He looked at Jinglian quietly without saying a word.

Thus, in the long silence, his determination became obvious.

Jinglian felt increasingly powerless. He looked up at Shijia and said bitterly, "Buddha's disciple, believe me. While your attachments are still strong, sever your worldly desires. Otherwise, no one can escape..."

The Buddhist disciple had never engaged in worldly affairs with a mundane mind. He did not know the horror of love and affection, nor did he know that such spiritual practice was no different from a moth drawn to a flame.

Many people in this world are obsessed with love and affection, and the more they want something, the more they will lose it.

A brief encounter or union may bring temporary pleasure, but once lost, it will only plunge one into endless suffering.

Moreover, to have designs on the hearts of Buddhists is itself a sin.

If in the end, things do not end as desired, then once this sin is committed, whose tears and whose blood will be indistinguishable.

Jinglian looked at Shijia, anxious but hesitant to speak.

He didn't mean to persuade the Buddhist disciple to extinguish this feeling; he simply hoped that the disciple could see clearly the fleeting nature of this karmic connection.

Shiga looked away and said, "Jinglian, I am now just a mortal."

He lost his magic and became a mortal.

As mortals, our hearts are just like those of people in the world, and we will experience the seven emotions and six desires again.

If one is moved by emotions, one cannot reunite the golden body.

He asked the cat that day, "Isn't it a good thing to lose your magic?"

It was when he began to crave the warmth of being human.

He was ice that would never melt for millions of years, yet a touch of warmth fell upon him.

The ice and snow melted, and the spring breeze blew.

This was his true spiritual practice in the mortal world.

Shiga remained silent for a long time before his gaze returned to Jinglian.

As if lost in thought, his gaze became deep and serene.

Jinglian met his gaze and saw the determination in his eyes, and she couldn't help but tremble.

After a long while, Shiga looked away, gazing at the night outside the palace, his longing seemingly endless.

He sighed softly, lowered his eyes, and said, "Jinglian, this is the first time I've experienced this mortal world..."

The arrival of the cat dispelled his years of loneliness.

That day, he came out of the Buddhist temple and saw Jiang Xiyu lying under a tree waiting for him.

For the first time, the word 'wait' came to his mind.

Gradually, as they spent more time together, this word began to appear frequently around him.

Before his arrival, the candles in the meditation room had never been lit. But after his arrival, there was always a lamp in the meditation room at night. Whenever Shiga saw that lamp, he knew that Shiga was waiting for him.

He was never waited for...

So in the many days and nights that followed, Shiga had not yet seen him, but he had already thought of him.

He knew that Jiang Xiyu loved to sleep, and he also knew that Jiang Xiyu would always choose the place closest to him to watch over him as he slept. Unconsciously, Jiang Xiyu's figure could be found on the meditation bed, the table, the futon, the windowsill...

Later, when demons caused chaos among the human race, he took him out of the Compassionate Temple, and they went to the Jade Capital City.

He continued to watch over him like that.

Compared to himself, he was the one who needed to be protected.

Even after he lost his magic, he still stayed by his side.

His traces also began to appear on the kasaya.

Whenever Jiang Xiyu reverts to his original form, his traces will appear anywhere within his sight.

When he transforms back into a human, his aura replaces those traces, surrounding Shiga and omnipresent.

Shiga understood all of his nature; he knew he loved to eat fish and loved to laugh. Shiga also understood that when he stood alone at a distance, the cat would always come to his side, circle around him, and try to please him with a smile in its eyes, making him feel that he was no longer alone.

No one had ever treated him like this before. And no one had ever been as perceptive as him in realizing that even after a hundred years on earth, he still needed someone by his side.

When Shiga realized what was happening, he found that all he could see were traces of the other person.

Like the reflection of the sun falling into still water, it is clearly untouchable, yet you can still feel its heat and feel ripples.

Shiga subconsciously pursed his lips, and a faint smile appeared on his lips.

Fleeting in an instant, yet as radiant as moonlight, and as beautiful as the last petal of a lotus flower falling.

Jinglian noticed it, but thought she was just being blinded by the candlelight in the hall.

But this was not his imagination.

He stared blankly at Shiga, unsure how to react.

Shiga himself seemed oblivious, only sighing softly, "For the first time, I've felt that this world is... so warm..."

Because of him, the cold snow melted completely wherever he went.

Even beneath icy water, swaying flowers can bloom.