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

Before leaving, Jiang Xiyu noticed that Shijia's expression was unusual and feared that he might go astray due to various changes. Therefore, after leaving the Buddhist cave, he wanted to stay outside to protect him.

As a result, an unexpected event occurred.

This was the first time Jiang Xiyu had been harmed by Shijia's merits.

That vast and compassionate power seemed to lose its original gentleness in an instant, becoming fierce and terrifying, like divine retribution.

Jiang Xiyu was caught completely off guard and was severely injured by the force that blasted her away.

If Jinglian hadn't arrived in time to protect his heart meridian, Jiang Xiyu would likely have been forced back to his original form by the burning pain. Moreover, the deeper the demonic power, the more painful the burning would be.

Looking at Jiang Xiyu's pale face and then at the swirling clouds above the Buddhist cave, Jinglian thought to herself that something was wrong.

Something must have happened to the Buddhist disciple, which is why this merit is in such a state.

Jinglian was extremely anxious, but the protective barrier erected in the Buddhist cave at this moment made it impossible for anyone to approach.

He had no choice but to protect Jiang Xiyu first in order to find out what happened inside the Buddhist cave after he went in.

But to his surprise, Jiang Xiyu was seriously injured this time.

When Jinglian took his pulse, she discovered that the peaceful merit in Jiang Xiyu's body was clashing with his demonic power for some reason. In fact, the merit was burning his meridians, showing signs of spreading like wildfire.

Jinglian's expression immediately turned serious.

He quickly sat cross-legged behind Jiang Xiyu and began to clear his meridians.

Jiang Xiyu was conscious, but she couldn't open her eyes.

He was in so much pain, feeling as if his body had fallen into some kind of hell, and he was being tortured by being burned alive.

My internal organs are all in pain.

As for Jinglian, although she possessed profound magical powers, she could not extinguish the raging fire of heavenly punishment transformed from Shijia's merits.

He could only do his best to protect her.

Jiang Xiyu looked pained, and blood dripped silently from her lips.

Finally, the drop of blood strangely landed on Jiang Xiyu's wrist.

Suddenly, a strange light shone from his wrist, and the Buddhist prayer beads appeared, gleaming with golden light.

The prayer beads sensed his pain and immediately spread out on his wrist. Then, the beads clearly landed beside him, and some even lingered in place because of the presence of the Pure Lotus, as if rejecting him.

Jinglian sensed the Buddhist beads' rejection of her and immediately withdrew her hand from supporting Jiang Xiyu.

The prayer beads then completely circled Jiang Xiyu's body, spinning faster and faster, as if trying to absorb all the merits burned in his meridians.

At this moment, the golden lotus appeared from the ground, its petals slowly closing, as if to embrace Jiang Xiyu within it.

As the burning sensation within his body was drawn out, Jiang Xiyu couldn't help but tilt his head back slightly, the veins on his neck bulging, and the meridians beneath his skin seemed to glow red.

Jinglian quickly got up and looked down to observe his condition.

It is unknown how much time passed before the person inside the golden lotus finally raised their eyes again.

……

Merit became divine punishment, and things weren't going well for Shiga either.

He clearly understood that it was this misalignment of his soul that caused his heart, which had been forcibly calmed down, to start acting recklessly again, and even inevitably broke his precepts and corrupted his compassion.

This was the Buddha's punishment for him.

He knelt calmly before the Buddha, accepting the situation with equanimity.

With each strike of heavenly punishment, a vast and ethereal verse would appear in one's ears.

The Buddha said that all four elements are empty, so why be moved by them? Why be unable to let go?

Shiga seemed numb. He remained kneeling before the Buddha, refusing to raise his head. He could not hear clearly, and even if he could, he would not speak.

Buddha loves all people, but does not allow them to be moved by emotions.

But I also have feelings, and I also have things I cannot say.

If the scriptures could erase his image, that would be one thing. However, no matter how many times he let go, the Buddha would bring him back to his side and into his sight again and again.

How can one see through such a practice?

Shiga slowly raised his head. The Buddha mark on his forehead appeared and disappeared, golden yet dim, highlighting a strange sorrow in his eyes.

He stared motionlessly at the gods and Buddhas in the mural, his whole being like a Buddha statue being reshaped, yet at a certain moment, he was like a clay figure weathered by wind and rain, the golden body he had sculpted unable to hold steady, it crumbled inch by inch, and was sculpted again, repeating this process until a crack finally appeared on his face.

The prayer beads he was twirling in his palm came to an abrupt halt and broke. The scattered beads scattered like a sudden rain, stirring up still waters.

Shiga silently recited the scripture in his heart again and again: "One should abide nowhere, one should abide nowhere..."

But in the end, it was not a proper piece of writing, and only resembled a nightmare.

Those memories, those he had seen with his own eyes, and those he had never seen, all flooded into his heart.

The cracks on his cold face seemed to be spreading endlessly, as if they could no longer be contained.

A voice, even more ethereal than the Buddha's verses, arose, as if it had lost its soul.

He seemed to be talking to himself: "I want to forget, I want to let go..."

Those two sentences seemed to be a warning to myself.

However, his mind was not at peace; he could neither forget his feelings nor let go of them.

So Shiga kept kowtowing before the Buddha, almost losing his voice as he told himself and the Buddha who had brought down the divine punishment.

"I will forget, I will let go..."

“I always remember the promise I made before the Buddha, and I have never dared to forget the teachings of Buddhism…”

“I am no longer attached, I will no longer act rashly, I have returned to the Buddhist cave, and I apologize to you…”

"I shouldn't have fallen in love, I shouldn't have loved..."

His repentance was utterly calm, yet it also seemed like a madman's questioning.

"But why, why did you, Buddha, still send down such a practice?"

Why did you have to tell me all this?

"Why would I harbor evil thoughts about his wife?"

"Why? Why is it me..."

My evil thoughts.

If that's the case, why did you send him to the mortal realm to cultivate in the first place?

If that's the case, why not just let him and his evil thoughts fall into the cycle of reincarnation?

The echoes from the Zen cave grew fainter and fainter, each word like a sob, or like a drifting duckweed with nowhere to cling to.

Ultimately, Shikya was born a Buddha, and he never experienced worldly cultivation.

He was different from other Buddhas who had endured suffering and attained enlightenment.

From the day he was born, it was destined that he would walk a path completely different from that of the Buddhas, yet leading to the same destination.

However, this road is full of thorns and worldly illusions.

He will pick up all the emotions and desires he has lost, and the spiritual cultivation he has neglected, along this path.

In the shimmering golden light, the murals seem to reflect the compassionate image of the Buddha.

The Buddha's benevolent face smiles, its eyes lowered, devoid of birth and death.

He extends his hand in the gesture of fearlessness and wish-granting, blessing all beings.

However, when facing the Buddha kneeling before him, earnestly asking questions, and when facing his disciples, his expression was both affectionate and seemingly indifferent.

He admonished his disciples:

In spiritual practice, one will gain new things. While attaining enlightenment, one will also let go and lose. Forgetting these insignificant little loves is nothing, but if one disregards great love for the sake of little love, it is a sin for a Buddhist.

Buddha can have love.

But Buddha cannot be obsessed with love.

Buddha can love people.

But a Buddha cannot love only one person.

The Buddha said, "Shika, you should not have love."

Because you have already become a Buddha, because you were reborn from a golden lotus, and because you are the future Buddha-state master who will sit high on the spiritual altar, you cannot have love.

Lovelessness bestows upon you the most boundless merit in the world, and grants you the noblest power and honor.

If you believe in Buddha and become Buddha, you should not let him down.