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

Go away...

Jiang Xiyu froze on the spot after hearing this. His eyes trembled slightly as he realized that Shijia was facing away from him and did not want to see him.

In the long silence, he was completely at a loss and could not come to his senses for a long time. He could only call out to the monk in a daze.

The soft, trembling cries filled the meditation cave, but Shiga remained unmoved.

He gripped the prayer beads in his hand, stared at the murals in the Zen cave with his eyes wide open, and felt as if something was tearing his heart apart.

Let's go, don't stay here any longer.

At least for now, don't stay by his side anymore.

Those emotions accumulated due to empathy are like monstrous merits surging overhead, on the verge of collapse, as if they might fall at any moment and engulf everything.

The Buddha possesses all the Dharma that can guide the mind free from deluded thoughts.

Now, he has too many doubts and too many emotions. These things are intricately intertwined and endlessly binding his heart, as if they want to make him experience all the emotions and desires he has missed, stripped away, and never experienced over the millennia.

Jiang Xiyu was unaware of the pain in his heart, but the intense unease in his heart told him that he could not leave now.

Finally, Jiang Xiyu hesitated for two steps, then stepped forward and cautiously reached out to touch Shiga's robe.

He looked up at Shiga's profile and spoke with difficulty, "Master, please let me explain..."

However, before he could finish speaking, he was met with only two cold, emotionless words.

He said, "Get out..."

It felt cold and distant, as if it were getting further and further away from me.

Jiang Xiyu's hand trembled slightly, and the cassock he was holding slipped from his fingertips, its falling arc cold and merciless.

He lowered his eyes blankly, staring at the scene, wanting to reach out and grab it again.

Suddenly, a pair of hands restrained his wrists.

Unlike the chill emanating from the person before him, the hands clasped around his wrists were burning hot at the fingertips and held with great force, as if he was trying his best to restrain something.

Jiang Xiyu dared not move.

He quickly looked at Shiga's expression.

Shiga tilted his head slightly, his eyebrows and eyes falling into the shadows.

Despite being so close, that gaze seemed to pierce through the clouds, looking down indifferently at all living beings, as if nothing could catch its eye or stir the slightest ripple in its gaze.

Jiang Xiyu felt as if that gaze had seen through everything.

He stood there, stunned, as if in a daze.

Shiga lowered his eyes, gripped his wrist for a moment, and then pulled it away.

This time, he turned away coldly, leaving Jiang Xiyu with only his back view.

That figure, cold and aloof, was different from the feeling of holding him earlier; it seemed devoid of any emotion.

Jiang Xiyu knew that Shijia didn't want to see him, and he could only guess the general reason.

He didn't know what had happened between Shiga and Yuega during the time their souls were swapped, so all he could do was apologize, nothing but apologize...

"Master, I'm sorry..."

Shiga remained silent.

Jiang Xiyu watched his back and saw that his aura was surging, as if he was about to go berserk.

He knew he had become this person's inner demon.

Even though he didn't want to leave at that moment, he didn't dare to linger, fearing that it would lead him astray. In the end, Jiang Xiyu could only retreat while muttering, "Master, I will wait for you to come out. When you come out, I will explain to you and... beg for forgiveness."

The footsteps that faded into the distance, the words that lingered in my ears, were as if they had taken away the last trace of warmth from the Zen cave.

So, the moment that person turned and left the Buddhist cave...

The inner demons resurfaced.

The countless merits were tearing at him, as if trying to break free from his body.

Shiga quietly felt his departure, and no matter how much the merit within his body devoured his flesh and bones, he seemed to feel no pain at all.

At this moment, the once peaceful place has become a complete purgatory for spiritual practitioners.

In the boundless darkness, the gods and Buddhas from the murals appeared and whispered in his ear:

"Should we really let him go?"

"He's yours..."

What you desire but cannot obtain is yours...

“Keep him here, keep him by your side, and stop your cultivation.”

"If you are willing, you are Yuejia."

"You are, his wife..."

……

The gods and Buddhas used this to bewitch him into abandoning his spiritual practice. Their words were like the most alluring and captivating spell in the world, trapping him in a state of empathy from which he could not escape.

After experiencing a soul displacement, Shiga, through another person's body and memories, enters a carefully woven web of love.

In that web of love, Shiga was trapped in the body of evil thoughts. Although the other party had not bound him for long, it was as if he had gone through the longest cycle of reincarnation.

In the cycle of reincarnation, there is his past, entangled with evil thoughts; outside the cycle, there is his present, characterized by gentle restraint.

How much is real... how much is fake...?

Through the memories of his evil thoughts, he learned about his entire past with that person, and suddenly, he understood.

Why did he exude an aura of malice when we first met?

Why did he suddenly appear under the Golden Lotus Formation?

Why is it that when he looks into my eyes, it's as if he's looking through me at someone else?

So that's how it is...

In the entanglements of the mortal world, such cause and effect can indeed exist.

His initial act of ridding himself of evil thoughts was the cause; his current predicament of being tormented by love is the effect.

It turns out that the person he encountered during his spiritual practice was the karmic consequence of his evil thoughts.

His appearance and everything he did were for one person.

And this person is his evil intention.

His wife, his so-called wife...

It turned out to be his evil intention.

No wonder he wanted to stay in Buddhism, no wonder he stayed by my side...

Ironically, he did even these trivial things for another person.

From beginning to end, only he took it seriously.

When everything in the web of love was revealed, the tender moments spent together, the spring breeze that kept him tossing and turning in his dreams, and the unrequited love that was like clouds, were all crushed into dust by the truth in the blink of an eye.

Did he ever have a single genuine feeling?

When you face him, whose image is quietly reflected in his pupils?

Could it be him, who's right next to me?

Is it that person who is far away in the demon realm, yet remains in his heart?

……