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

Shiga gazed at the Dharma image for a long time, until his face seemed to fade away in the shimmering light.

He followed the Buddha's words, but the color of his eyes was so strange that no light could be seen in them.

He murmured softly, his voice as calm as still water: "Yes, I shouldn't have loved..."

The phrase "there should be no love" echoed for a moment, and his heart suddenly awoke from the stagnant water.

Shiga looked at the Dharma image and retorted, "But I am now a mortal."

"It is only natural for ordinary people to have love."

"Since I am no longer a Buddha, why can't I have love?"

"If we are just mortals, what's wrong with loving?"

As he spoke, he was in a state of intense struggle, and even began to waver in his spiritual practice, as if under the influence of a spell.

He waited for the Dharma image before him to punish him, waiting for it to completely extinguish his wild thoughts and trivial emotions.

However, the Buddha's image remained silent for a long time.

So long that Shiga's heart became desolate and empty.

He questioned his faith in bewilderment, questioning the Buddha who had placed him in the mortal world to cultivate himself.

I asked him, "Why do you still repeatedly deceive and tempt me when I return to the Buddhist cave to cultivate myself, even though I have clearly resolved to sever all worldly desires?"

I know it's all just a mirage, but to prove my devotion to Buddhism, I remain unmoved.

But why did you let me know this truth, and feel such resentment?

Therefore, the pigeon demon's words came true.

Shika, indeed, in his mortal body, experienced greed, hatred, and even delusion...

Greed, anger, and ignorance gradually took hold of his mind, to the point that he dared to question his faith in this way after all hope had vanished.

Every word is filled with his pain and struggle.

He wanted to ask Buddha for a way out, but the way out was right in front of him, and he couldn't give it up.

He was plagued by inner demons amidst his empathy, making it difficult for him to regain his golden body.

Despite the rain of merit, his golden statue was repeatedly sculpted and shattered, shattered and sculpted again.

It was so easy to reconstruct, yet when it shattered, it seemed as if his flesh and blood were being slowly torn apart and tortured.

The deeper one's emotional restraint, the more painful the backlash will be.

Shiga asked, "Tell me, what should I do?"

He waited quietly, until he became numb.

The Buddha never gave him another answer.

Perhaps he had truly lost his mind, for his limp hand suddenly clenched, the veins tearing at the thin flesh, as if trying to break free of the cage and shackles that bound him.

Shiga's pupils gradually dilated to a blood-red hue, with streaks of blood seeping from the corners of his eyes.

"I shouldn't have love, I should have love, I shouldn't have love..."

He murmured to himself, forcing himself to stand up, and looked at the Dharma image with the expression of an ordinary man, infatuated with love.

However, the merits he had accumulated have now turned into divine retribution.

He tried several times to get up, but was eventually forced to kneel before the Buddha.

After several attempts, he seemed to have lost all his strength and collapsed helplessly in front of the Dharma image. Even the murmurs on his lips were bound by the Dharma image, as if he could not escape it.

Blood slid down the corner of his mouth and fell onto the lotus platform, staining his plain white robe with a striking and alluring crimson.

Then, Shiga seemed to smile, and the curve of his face turned into snow.

He gazed at the dissipating Dharma image, at all the Buddhas in the mural, his eyes seemingly bleeding, his pupils deep and cold, and he stubbornly said, "If you are unwilling to give me an answer to cultivation, then I will seek it myself..."

Whether there is love or not, it is all my karma.

"My karma..."

"My tribulation, my destiny..."

He repeated these words, and no matter how much merit he tried to suppress them, he remained unchanged in the slightest.

Just like in the beginning, he knew that this person was his cause and effect, but he still brought him to his side.

At this moment, he also seeks an answer to the cause and effect between them.

Shiga gazed at the gap in the cave ceiling through the blinding golden light.

That was the exit of the Buddhist cave, and it also seemed to be the exit of his spiritual practice.

The golden light blurred his vision, and in that blur, he saw a familiar figure.

However, when this figure faced him, it was the back view he least wanted to see.

His back view...

Shiga's eyes dimmed slightly, and the next moment, something seemed to forcefully reshape his heart. Like frost falling, or shattered ice reforming, it spread inch by inch, pulling his heart, which had been pushed down, back out.

The Buddha's mark on the forehead reappears.

Blessed by the golden body of a Buddhist disciple.

In an instant, the Zen cave was filled with dazzling light, and an invisible yet gentle aura rippled outwards. The merits of the heavens trembled and gathered together. Golden light, like wisps of green smoke, lingered around the Buddha cave, and golden lotuses appeared between heaven and earth.

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Three days later, the stone gate of the Buddhist cave finally opened, and the aura contained within the inner force shook the temple. The banners fluttered in the wind, and the blue sky stretched for thousands of miles.

The monks in the temple, who were guarding the distance from the Buddha cave, noticed the unusual movement of the temple's banners and realized something. They all turned their attention to the Buddha cave.

A figure in pure white slowly emerged from the Buddhist cave, its robes brushing against the steps, and finally stood quietly at the entrance of the cave. From a distance, it looked like a crystal statue, its cold and holy appearance resembling a lotus blooming in a clear pond.

A breeze swept by, causing the robe to flutter and the light to shift subtly.

He seemed to be enveloped in a faint Buddhist light; his eyebrows, eyes, and robes were untouched by the dust of the mortal world.

Upon seeing this, the monks became excited and knelt down to pay their respects.

Jinglian, who was guarding outside the Buddhist cave, was the first to see Shiga emerge.

When he saw Shiga clearly, he saw that Shiga's aura was gentle, yet he carried an invisible pressure that looked down on all living beings, which was a sign that he had regained his magical power.

Jinglian was overjoyed and quickly stepped forward to greet him. Her voice was filled with excitement as she said, "Buddha's disciple, you have regained your magical power."

Shiga did not speak or look at him.

He raised his eyes slightly, his gaze sweeping over the grass and trees, over all living beings, his figure remaining motionless for a long time, as if he hadn't seen anything, yet as if he had seen everything.

Shiga withdrew his gaze expressionlessly, as if he hadn't lingered at all.

At this moment, no matter how scorching the sunlight or how gentle the breeze, his eyes seemed to be completely devoid of emotion.

Jinglian felt familiar with this Buddhist disciple who was devoid of emotion and desire, yet for some reason, she also felt a strange sense of unfamiliarity.

Before he could figure it out, a cold wind suddenly swept over him.

Shiga lowered his eyes slightly, his robe brushing against the steps.

He walked towards the outside of the Buddhist cave, and wherever he went, the invisible wind seemed to be covered with frost.

Jinglian snapped out of her daze and hurriedly followed him to his side.

But as he drew closer, a barely audible whisper drifted past his ear in the wind.

The soft murmur that should have dissipated into the wind with the clouds and smoke fell into Jinglian's ears, calm yet seemingly carrying a chill like ice and snow.

"You lied to me again..."