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

Yuejia never expected that he would so easily give up his body.

He paused for a moment, a dark glint in his eyes, and asked, "What exactly do you mean?"

Shiga looked at him quietly, as if he were looking at himself. After a long while, he smiled faintly, as if relieved and at peace.

He saw the jealousy and hatred in Yuejia's eyes, as if he had finally seen himself when he was troubled by love not long ago, and felt the same resentment and anger.

However, these emotions are most likely to turn into sharp blades and most likely to hurt the hearts of lovers.

Shiga sighed, “Sometimes what you see before your eyes is not the truth. You should look with your heart and feel with your heart... If you can see clearly, you will not be so attached to it.”

Shiga paused, then gently advised, "The more you cling to something, the more you'll lose it. Don't lose him..."

Upon hearing this, Yuejia felt a strange sorrow in his heart. He was furious at the emotions he felt because of Shijia, and gritted his teeth, saying, "What do you mean by attachment or loss? Stop spouting nonsense!"

As he finished speaking, a terrifying force swept across the clear water beneath his feet, and the lotus flower trembled as if it had been severely injured.

Shiga slowly focused his gaze, looking at Yuejia with a gentle and compassionate look.

After a long while, he raised his hand, and the eerie and mournful red of the Buddhist seal between his brows gradually faded.

He silently recited a Sanskrit mantra, and the golden seal on his forehead, seemingly drawn by the mantra, shone faintly before settling into Yuejia's brow.

"I'm sorry," Shiga said softly. "I hope your wish comes true."

Yuejia's eyes widened suddenly. When the golden seal appeared on his forehead, his dark red pupils seemed to shimmer with golden light, and a myriad of emotions surged within him.

He looked at Shiga, met his compassionate gaze, and for a moment forgot to speak and struggle.

Shiga's lips curved slightly into a smile as he gently touched the center of Shiga's brow, as if bestowing a blessing. His voice was hollow and ethereal, yet it seemed capable of cleansing countless sinful souls.

He said, "Be the real me again. Stop being Yuejia and stop being Shijia."

"May Buddha have mercy, and grant our request."

To fulfill your wish is to fulfill mine.

As soon as he finished speaking, Shiga's figure vanished from the illusion.

Yuejia was stunned for a moment, but quickly came to her senses.

As Shiga vanished, the illusion also dissipated, and the lotuses swaying on the still water suddenly began to crumble, their petals falling and fluttering gently across Yuejia's face, and also across the barrier between illusion and reality.

Above the sky, everything returned to normal, and the red and golden light seemed to have been swept away.

Suddenly, as if an invisible hand had lifted the curtain of the sky, colorful clouds appeared, accompanied by echoing chants of Buddhist hymns, causing the heavens and earth to tremble and all living beings to bow their heads in devout reverence.

A brilliant beam of light, carrying the force to destroy mountains and overturn seas, shot straight from the clouds to the ground, shaking the heavens and the earth.

Having just been rescued by Jinglian who had arrived, Jiang Xiyu hadn't even stood up straight when he witnessed this dramatic change, leaving him filled with confusion and worry.

Xiu Jie was shocked. He shielded his eyes from the blinding light and asked anxiously, "What happened?"

Jinglian sensed the familiar power within the radiant light, understood something, and simply said, "The time has come."

The Buddhist disciple is leaving.

Through the seven-colored light, Jiang Xiyu could not see the figures of Shijia and Yuejia, and when he heard Jinglian say "the time has come," a huge panic suddenly surged in his heart.

He grabbed Jinglian, his eyes reddening, and asked, "What time has come? Master Jinglian, what happened to the Dharma Master and Yuejia?"

Looking at Jiang Xiyu's anxious face, Jinglian recited a Buddhist chant, feeling a pang of pity.

He didn't say anything, only that Jiang Xiyu and the other person were fine.

Jiang Xiyu breathed a sigh of relief when she heard that they were alright.

However, before he could fully relax, he looked up and saw the two people facing off in the void.

Through the shifting light and shadows, through the falling peach blossoms, he saw Shiga's figure, which seemed to be fading away.

Jiang Xiyu was immediately shaken and exclaimed, "Master!"

The call lingered in the Sanskrit chant, and Shika's figure, bathed in radiance, remained motionless as if he hadn't heard it.

Within the chanting, there are sounds from the Buddhist realm, like the distant tolling of a bell, imbued with profound Zen meaning.

The Buddha asked him many questions, but he seemed not to hear them, neither answering nor speaking, his heart filled with emptiness.

As his connection with Yuejia gradually faded, he vaguely heard a familiar voice, as if weeping and lamenting.

He lowered his gaze slightly, looking down, his eyes reflecting the light of the sky and that figure.

He looked at her one last time with a blank expression, yet with great care and reverence, no longer able to restrain himself, filled with immense reluctance.

The red light around Yuejia dissipated, and he also heard the shout. He slowly lowered his eyes, his expression very complicated.

If it were before, he would have been furious that Jiang Xiyu was calling out to someone else.

However, at this moment, he was unusually calm, his heart churning with emotions. As the emotional imprint in his heart gradually faded, he clearly discerned the feelings that belonged to him.

It wasn't because Shiga had feelings for him, but because...

He also has feelings.

Jiang Xiyu, unaware of what had happened between them, asked Jinglian in a panic, "Master, what's wrong with your health?"

Jinglian was initially reluctant to speak, but later she could no longer bear to hide it, and simply said, "Buddha's disciple, you must return to where you belong."

Jiang Xiyu paused, then murmured, repeating, "Back to where he belongs?"

Jinglian nodded and clasped her hands together, saying, "After you left the Compassion Temple, the Buddhist disciple was drawn by the Buddhist realm. This time, he came to the Demon Realm to settle his grudges with evil thoughts..."

“The Buddha is willing to grant your wish.”

Jiang Xiyu stared blankly, feeling a sharp pain in her eyes from the light.

He could hear nothing anymore; only the phrase "go back to where he belongs" remained in his mind.

He's leaving...

Jiang Xiyu's lips suddenly moved stiffly.

He had originally intended to see him off with a smile, but when the moment actually arrived, he found himself unable to smile no matter what, and even felt so bitter that he wanted to desperately try to keep him there.

Jiang Xiyu looked up in a daze, staring at the figure far away in the clouds, tears streaming down her face.

"Master..." he said with difficulty, his voice low and hoarse, "What do you mean by 'granting our wish'?"

Jinglian explained, "The Buddhist disciple is willing to give his body to him."

Jiang Xiyu murmured, "But didn't the Master want to subdue the evil thoughts?"

This is the purpose of his long stay on Earth.

Jinglian could not answer this question.

Jiang Xiyu then asked, "What about the monk? What will happen to him?"

"The soul of a Buddhist disciple will return to the Buddhist realm."

Returning to the beginning, boundless desolation.

Jiang Xiyu bit her lip hard, feeling blood stuck in her throat.

He seemed to understand something, and was so sad that he couldn't even speak.

It turns out that he had already planned to leave that body to Yuejia.

It turns out that he had already planned to leave.

It turns out that he had said so much to him today, and had no restraint in showing him all his tenderness.

It was all just to say goodbye to him...