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

So calm, so resolute.

Jiang Xiyu's hand froze in mid-air, her body swayed, and she seemed about to fall over.

Suddenly, a compassionate yet chilling magical power supported him.

Shiga raised his eyes again, his gaze seemingly falling on Jiang Xiyu through a thin mist.

“I will definitely purge this evil thought,” he said. “Now, you either leave this place, or…”

Shiga did not say anything more.

Jiang Xiyu felt as if the burning pain from the merit she had felt a few days ago was returning to her a hundredfold or a thousandfold.

He felt like he was going crazy from the pain, but he still looked at Shiga with a serious and stubborn expression, without revealing the slightest bit of his feelings.

After a long silence, Jiang Xiyu lowered his head and said, "Master, I just want to stay..."

He murmured to himself, his voice so soft it was as if he had never spoken, or as if he were speaking only to himself.

I am an ordinary person, and I am bound to have my own selfish desires.

If I were to enter the Buddhist order and become your disciple, what would I still have left to hold onto?

What do I want to hold onto? What can I still possess?

Master, besides keeping your evil thoughts, what else can I possess from you?

Jiang Xiyu asked herself if she was a person who was not free from worldly desires.

He couldn't bring himself to give it up.

If one enters the Buddhist order and becomes a disciple of Shigatse, and does not completely sever ties with him, it is difficult to guarantee that one will not have inappropriate thoughts while facing him every day.

Having gone through so much, how could Jiang Xiyu not understand what kind of person he is?

Rules and regulations cannot restrain a heart that longs to be close to its lover.

Sooner or later, he will commit a sin even more serious than tempting a monk.

Since he couldn't have the high and mighty moon, he would be willing to have the shadow cast by its light, even if only for a moment.

He had reasons to protect Yuejia, whether out of his own conscience or out of a sense of duty.

Finally, the hand that had been frozen in mid-air seemed to lose its strength and slowly fell to its side.

Jiang Xiyu dared not look into Shijia's eyes again. His vision was blurry, but he still tried his best to keep his tone calm and natural.

In the end, all he could say was, "Master, thank you..."

Shiga remained silent and motionless.

Jiang Xiyu calmed down for a while, and although no tears fell, his eyes were red.

After saying those words, he felt completely lost and his mind went blank.

He never looked up.

Between the two, perhaps countless reincarnations had passed.

Jiang Xiyu then heard the person standing in front of him give a very soft "hmm".

"You can go back now..."

After he finished speaking, there was no more sound.

No more wind could be heard in the world.

It was calm, not like a farewell.

It was quiet, yet it felt like a final farewell.

A word of thanks and a response were enough to conclude the bond and affection between us.

……

As Jiang Xiyu took her last step away, she suddenly turned around and, from a distance, saw that aloof figure standing still.

The statue, standing motionless like a Buddha that has endured countless years, appears both lonely and somber.

Sure enough, at this time, someone should be by his side...

Jiang Xiyu, her face pale, turned her head away resolutely, forcing herself not to look.

He was afraid that if he looked at him again, he wouldn't be able to resist running back to hug him.

Just as that figure gradually disappeared into the long night, Shiga's figure suddenly swayed.

His body, which was blessed with golden light, looked shaky and precarious, as if a single fallen leaf could easily crush him.

Watching the other person's back disappear into the long distance, even though just watching it had been so painful before, now, my heart felt no reaction at all.

That heart, it's as if it's frozen over, can no longer be felt.

The Zen temple suddenly fell silent.

Shiga clutched his prayer beads silently for a long time before slowly turning around and climbing the steps.

Jinglian, who was watching from the shadows, was secretly alarmed.

He only learned everything tonight.

It turns out that the little cat demon is actually the ruler of the demon realm, and his so-called wife is actually the evil thought that the Buddha's disciple has stripped away.

He didn't know how the Buddhist disciple knew, but the strange phenomenon that occurred at the Buddhist cave that day subconsciously surfaced in his mind. Perhaps, it was at that moment that the Buddhist disciple learned everything.

No wonder he always had a strange feeling when the Buddhist disciple regained his magical power.

So even restoring his golden body and magical power couldn't suppress his delusions about that person?

The Buddhist disciple even considered taking the little cat demon as his disciple, hoping to guide him to convert to Buddhism.

But he himself probably didn't know how gentle his expression was when he told the little cat demon to convert to Buddhism, and there was even a hint of barely perceptible expectation in his eyes.

At that moment, Jinglian knew that the Buddhist disciple's practice had encountered an unprecedented obstacle.

He felt lust.

The Buddhist disciple developed lust...

As long as desire is not eliminated, one cannot escape the cycle of reincarnation.

Indulging in love and desire will cause him to develop many obsessions with the other person.

Just like when you fall in love, you crave to possess the other person. Once you get them, you feel happy and will want to get everything from them even more. This is how greed and attachment arise.

When you can't get what you want, you feel sad, upset, and even resentful, and you feel a lot of resentment.

So he repeatedly mentioned to the little cat demon, wanting him to convert to Buddhism, and repeatedly gave him choices, wanting him to give up his worldly wife.

All of this was simply because he was jealous.

He was completely unaware of his own jealousy.

However, his actions and words revealed that he was insanely jealous.

He went mad in peace...

Jinglian was an outsider, so he could see things clearly and felt a heavy weight in his heart.

He thought that divinity would diminish the Buddhist disciple's emotions, but at this moment, he suddenly realized that the more those things were restrained, the more deeply the Buddhist disciple would be immersed in them.

One day, this shackle will break, and those restrained emotions will pour out like a flood.

By then, it will be too late to recover.

No one can stop it.

……

Shiga walked to the door of the meditation room.

It was only a few steps, but it took him a long time to walk.

Finally, he stopped in front of the door, gazing at the empty meditation room, his figure swaying slightly.

He reached out to steady himself against the doorframe, nearly falling over.

Jinglian snapped back to his senses and quickly appeared beside Shijia, supporting his swaying body.

Just as he was being helped up, Shiga suddenly looked up at him.

Under the moonlight, he seemed to be soaked in cold air, his face was deathly pale, as if he were enduring some great pain.

Jinglian supported him, feeling as if she were about to be frozen by that cold air.

He was about to ask him with concern when he saw Shiga staring at him in a daze, his eyes dull and lifeless, even the mark on his forehead. His expression was like that of a madman, his state bizarre, as if he couldn't recognize him.

He looked at Jinglian, then suddenly called out in a daze, "Xiyu..."