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

“Xi Yu…”

A very soft murmur rang out in the hall, as if it were uncontrollable.

At that moment, Yuejia, who was resting, heard her own voice.

He frowned, and after a long pause, he slightly raised his eyes, a dark red hue seemingly flashing in his pupils.

Since he used empathy to influence Shiga, things have not only not gone as he expected, but have instead become even more complicated.

Originally, Yuejia's plan was to use empathy to briefly exchange souls with Shiga, and then let Shiga know everything.

At that time, Shiga was practicing in the Buddha Cave and was troubled by his inner demons. Yuejia felt the same way as him and naturally knew who his inner demons were. His purpose in doing this was simply to aggravate Shiga's inner demons and prevent him from recovering smoothly.

After all, his power and his influence were intertwined, with one gaining strength and the other losing strength.

As long as Shiga's greed, anger, and ignorance remain undiminished, Yuejia's own strength will continue to increase.

When his cultivation level is high enough to surpass Shiga, his long-cherished wish, which he has been waiting for for thousands of years, will be fulfilled.

However, to his surprise, Shiga disregarded his inner demons and forcibly restored his magical power. It should be noted that the restoration of magical power and the regaining of the golden body brought with it the constraints of Buddhism.

From the moment he recovered, his person and his heart no longer belonged to himself.

Under the suppression of the golden body, if he dared to have even the slightest delusional thought, it would only bring him greater pain. The stronger his thoughts, the heavier the backlash he would suffer.

Yuejia never expected that Shijia would be willing to endure it. What she didn't expect was that no matter what she tried, she couldn't sever her connection with Shijia. It was as if this connection was tied together by an invisible thread, so tightly intertwined that it seemed impossible to break it.

The consequence of not being able to sever ties is that he needs to share those emotions, pain, and feelings for someone with Shiga.

Just like now, Yuejia, who couldn't break free from the shared feelings, felt as if her whole body had been numb from the backlash, and boundless pain permeated her, as if every drop of blood flowing through her body's veins had turned into a corrosive poison.

Densely packed, intoxicatingly beautiful.

Yuejia habitually tried to alleviate the frequent pain by regulating his breathing, but he didn't know what had happened to Shijia, which caught him off guard and caused a sharp pain in his heart, as if something cold and hard had shattered.

When he finally came to his senses from the pain, he was suddenly startled to realize that he had called out someone's name.

Yuejia remained silent for a moment, then lowered her gaze and stood up as if she didn't care much.

The hall was dark and quiet, with only the faint moonlight filtering in.

As he walked by, the hem of his robe stirred up a cold wind. At one moment, the wind brushed against the draped veil, causing it to flutter like smoke or mist. It was so light, yet as it fell, it seemed to be weighed down by endless longing.

Suddenly, a strange breeze entered the hall.

As the gauze curtains swayed, a silhouette seemed to appear at the entrance of the main hall.

When Yuejia looked up, she caught sight of it and her steps suddenly stopped.

When he blinked again, there was only the cold moonlight outside the palace gates.

The tall, slender figure seemed to have vanished into thin air.

Yuejia paused, his gaze seemingly blank for a moment, and then, as if possessed, he walked towards the palace entrance.

With a creak, the palace doors opened.

As the night wind and moonlight rushed in, and amidst the fluttering of countless wild roses, a figure appeared out of nowhere.

Jiang Xiyu didn't know how he managed to get back to the demon realm. The moment the palace doors opened, he seemed to lose all his strength and collapsed weakly forward.

Just when he thought he was going to fall, it seemed as if someone gently caught him.

Then, he fell into a cold embrace.

It seemed familiar, yet it was a blend of cool fragrance and the scent of roses, exuding endless tenderness and lingering affection.

Yuejia hugged him, stunned for a moment, as if she hadn't expected him to appear so suddenly.

And so, in the long silence, he supported this person, held this person in his arms, and couldn't describe the feeling in his heart.

It was as if a swaying flower had sprouted in the empty pool of blood in my heart.

After an unknown amount of time, the arms wrapped around her waist slowly tightened, filled with an overwhelming emotion, as if she wanted to completely integrate him into her bones and blood in order to fill the emptiness in her heart.

In the stillness of the night, everything seemed to stand still.

Jiang Xiyu's body has not yet recovered, and her mind cannot bear the immense pain.

His face was deathly pale, and in his dazed state, he buried his head in Yuejia's neck. Before losing consciousness, he whispered, almost sobbing, "I'm sorry..."

……

As the first soft rays of the next day shone through the horizon.

Jinglian finally finished helping Bangshijia with his meditation.

A whole night passed, and only when the backlash subsided slightly did Shiga's face seem to regain some color.

Jinglian looked on with a very heavy expression.

Logically speaking, such symptoms should not appear in a Buddhist disciple's body, but after what happened last night, Jinglian had some vague guesses in her mind.

I forced myself to recover, but my mind remained unsettled.

Under the blessing of the golden body, one will inevitably suffer the pain of backlash. It is like walking barefoot on a mountain of knives and a sea of ​​fire, or like having one's heart burned in a raging fire. In such a hellish situation, the Buddhist disciple did not utter a sound.

Jinglian couldn't even imagine how the Buddhist disciple managed to climb the steps after the little cat demon left.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have mistaken someone for someone else before losing consciousness.

He could tell how painful and reluctant that whisper was.

But clearly, there's no need for such insincerity between the two of them.

At first, Jinglian didn't understand, but in the end, Shijia seemed to have glimpsed something in his eyes.

Perhaps, in the end, what prevailed over the Buddhist disciple's reason was not jealousy, but sadness...

It is knowing that you and evil thoughts are the same person, but still feeling sad because of the differences between them.

Worldly love has always been like this; the slightest ripple can cause immense suffering.

Jinglian cultivated in the mortal world and witnessed too many insincere words and too many unspoken feelings. He did not understand why people in love always took this path in a tortuous way, always separated because of misunderstandings, preferring to shed blood and tears rather than openly express their feelings to each other.

However, Jinglian forgot that there is no true empathy in this world.

Perhaps only those who are in the midst of it can truly understand.

Standing outside the situation, he could naturally see the entanglements and pain clearly, but those involved could not be sure whether the other person's entanglements and pain were because of them, or whether they loved as deeply as he loved them.

They always hesitate before speaking up, unaware that time flies and years pass quickly.

It's one thing for ordinary people to make such mistakes, but Buddhist disciples, with their clear minds, should understand this perfectly.

He once defiantly stepped into this mortal world, so why is he now, like any ordinary mortal, troubled by love?

Jinglian sighed.

For a long time, he pondered how to help the Buddhist disciple escape the sea of ​​suffering in this mortal world.

Now, he discovered that although the Buddhist disciple had regained his magical powers, he had not forgotten his emotions.

He knew that the Buddhist disciple couldn't let go.

There is nothing to leave behind, and nothing to gain from seeking.

After all, among the eight sufferings in Buddhism, "not getting what one wants" is the hardest to let go of and the hardest to transcend. Even if a Buddhist has cultivated Buddhahood for millions of years, once they fall in love, they are destined to suffer the pain of love again for the Buddhahood they have cultivated for millions of years.

Only by letting go can one be free from suffering.

However, if you never obtained it, how can you let go of it?

At this moment, Jinglian paced back and forth, as if she understood.

When he looked up, he suddenly realized that he had walked to the front of the Buddhist shrine.

Jinglian hesitated for a moment, then offered incense to the Buddha shrine in the meditation room. Gazing at the Buddha in the shrine, he became more certain, as if he knew why the Buddhist disciple had been unable to see through the illusions of the world.

At that moment, a glimmer of light swept by, making the shrine appear as if it were gilded, or as if a divine intervention had occurred.

Jinglian was stunned for a moment, then put her palms together and silently recited the Buddha's name.

He seemed to understand how he should comfort the Buddhist disciple.