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

When he was alone, he never knew what loneliness was.

But when that person suddenly left, Shiga realized that missing someone is true loneliness.

Such a long time had passed before his arrival; he had walked alone for who knows how long...

Shiga slowly closed his eyes.

Suddenly, he remembered seeing his own reflection in Jiang Xiyu's eyes when he was in the pigeon demon's illusion.

Those were incredibly affectionate eyes, and when they reflected his face, all that love seemed to be focused solely on him. No matter how dazzling the red curtains and wedding candles were, his eyes could only see him, focused and tender.

Shiga was momentarily distracted and fell into the illusion he saw.

The golden statue suppressed his heart, and he felt cold all over. But in the instant their eyes met, Shiga could still clearly feel the burning heat of the other's gaze on his face.

At such a temperature, the waters of a thousand rivers churned, even scalding the still waters that had remained completely undisturbed.

Shiga remained motionless, quietly sensing that his own heart had also fallen into a whirlpool of still water.

His divinity was unconsciously restraining everything, wanting him to return to peace, but Shiga's emotions were still preoccupied with this.

He developed a sliver of obsession, and that obsession was with the eyes of the person before him.

He thought that everything in the illusion was caused by the deepest greed in people's hearts.

So, is the greed he sees his true self?

If his greed truly is him...

Does that mean he has feelings for her?

As soon as this thought arose, Shiga's cold heart felt as if a spring breeze had swept through it.

As the wind blows, ripples spread and the banners flutter.

It seemed to have stirred up his heart as well.

Thus, in the long gaze and in the increasingly close breaths, Shiga developed selfish thoughts and delusions that he should not have.

He secretly wanted to see it.

He fantasized that Jiang Xiyu could forever gaze at him tenderly with those eyes.

Just look at him...

A person.

So is it really true that you can't control that body?

Or perhaps he had developed inappropriate thoughts and no longer wanted to resist those eyes.

The golden body was constantly restraining his delusions, and the divinity was suppressing his selfishness.

Gradually, he could no longer see the flickering red candle, nor could he discern the bewildered heart within.

Even so, at that moment his mind was still restless, restless, pulling him into the net woven by anger.

With just this one thought, Shika's anger was aroused.

So before leaving the illusion, he knew calmly and clearly that he had turned back...

It is precisely because of this that no matter how much the divinity carried by the golden body extinguished his feelings, as long as Jiang Xiyu's figure appeared in front of him, he would still be filled with resentment at just one glance.

Even after suffering the backlash and losing his golden throne, he secretly felt that it was all for the best.

He knew he couldn't bear to part with that warmth, so he asked Jiang Xiyu, and it seemed he was also asking himself.

Isn't it good to lose your magic power?

Jiang Xiyu felt uneasy because she was worried about him.

But at that moment, all Shiga could think about was the warmth of his embrace.

His hair clung to his neck, his breathing was shallow, and there seemed to be a hint of sorrow in his eyes.

At that time, Shiga only wanted to wipe away his sorrows and wished him eternal joy.

He followed Jiang Xiyu's example, staying by his side and silently reciting prayers for him, just as Jiang had done countless times.

He stood before the Buddha, personally burning incense at the altar, and made his first vow as he looked at the Buddha in the shrine.

He wanted to cross the river to Xiyu to become a Buddha, and wanted him to enter the Buddhist order. Once he returned to the Buddhist realm, he would have a disciple following him.

Of all things created by nature, only he and himself exist.

He hoped that he could always stay by his side.

He will lead him into the Buddhist path, and he will teach him everything he has.

I just hope that when he looks up, he will see me for even a moment.

This is his greed.

He told Buddha that he had met someone he wanted to enlighten.

Shiga also understood that coveting a person was like chasing a bubble, and would ultimately be in vain.

But he couldn't bear to part with it...

Since you can't let go of it, then treat it as a form of spiritual practice.

Even if you want to let go of your greed, it takes time; you can't cut it off instantly.

He only hoped that Buddha would give him time, and he also wanted to stay in the human world a little longer.

At that time, whether his cultivation is successful or not, he will bear all the consequences of his actions and karmic retribution.

I only pray that Buddha will not blame me...

Throughout the entire ordeal, his emotional outbursts had absolutely nothing to do with Jiang Xiyu.

He would neither disturb him nor point it out.

And so, I dare not hope for more...

Until it's all over.

Shiga has made up his mind and will not change it.

He looked up at Jinglian again, his expression calm, yet carrying an indescribable solemnity.

His figure shifted, his cold gaze sweeping across the empty hall, struggling before the Buddha along with the ever-burning incense.

It seems like a struggle of delusions; when the incense burns out, it will also cease to exist.

The Buddha statue no longer glared at him angrily, but instead looked down at him with solemn compassion.

Shiga raised his hand and placed it on the futon.

The remaining hairs seemed to cling to his sleeves with a touch of lingering affection.

Shijia stared silently for a long time before whispering, "Jinglian, please don't tell him about today's events."

“All of this actually has nothing to do with him.”

"It wasn't him who moved my heart, it was me who harbored selfish and delusional thoughts..."

Shiga stood with his back to the Buddha statue, the flickering candlelight reflecting on his robes as if bound by scriptures and precepts.

The halo blurred his outline, his expression was unclear, but his gaze was calmly fixed outside the main hall, as if it were fixed on a very distant place.

This is his personal spiritual practice, and he doesn't need to involve anyone else.

Even if this person is the source of his delusions...

He didn't want Jiang Xiyu to be troubled by this; he only hoped that he could always be like when they first met, without worries or fears.

He will protect him forever.

Whether in the human world or across countless miles of heaven.

I only wish that he may always be joyful and at peace.

For Shiga, that was enough.

Jinglian knew that his decision was irreversible, but after hearing him finish speaking and seeing Shijia take on everything, she couldn't help but feel sad.

His lips trembled, and he couldn't utter a word of agreement for a long time.

In fact, Buddhist disciples do not understand the dangers of romantic love.

As long as one is moved by emotions, many obsessions and desires will arise. Even if these obsessions and desires are still within the controllable range of Buddhists, one day they will become uncontrollable due to long-term suppression and restraint.

Even though their love hasn't deepened yet, the Buddhist disciple is already reluctant to let go.

If one develops attachment to self, one will likely experience even greater pain and torment.

You must know that attachment is like sand; the more you try to hold on, the less you can keep it.

The simpler a Buddhist practitioner thinks about this practice, the more it proves how heavy their attachment is.

One day, this feeling will become so intense that even he himself will lose control, and at that time, it will only hurt himself and others.

But he didn't want the cat demon to know.

He was unaware of the eight sufferings of human existence: separation from loved ones, being with those one hates, and not getting what one desires...

The sheer pain of wanting something but not getting it can drive a person mad.

If the cat demon doesn't understand his feelings, and even finds the destiny he desires in the future, what should the Buddhist disciple do then?

He's already having trouble letting go now that his feelings are still shallow. How can he suddenly accept the pain of losing someone after spending so much time together?