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

"All loving unions arise from causes and conditions. Unions will eventually end in separation; impermanence makes it difficult to endure..."

Prayer flags flutter in the sky, chanting Sanskrit; turning to Buddhism, one forgets worldly desires.

The moment Shiga stepped onto the Buddha's steps, all the Buddhas of the Nine Heavens saw cause and effect in this game of mortal life.

Colorful clouds drifted away with thousands of lotus blossoms, and the Buddha's light shone down along the descending stream of light.

That dejected, lost little cat, whose life was so difficult that even the Buddha's light could not warm it, struggled bitterly in the mortal world.

Finally, he could no longer hold on and knelt down, bowing his head deeply.

Facing the departing people and the countless Buddhas, he was like a devout believer before the Buddha. However, at this moment, he felt as if he had been abandoned by the Buddha, so heartbroken, so helpless and vulnerable, and even let out a desperate cry.

Although his weeping was silent, it seemed as if all living things in heaven and earth felt his sorrow.

Even Ling Feng felt a pang of pity and lamented for them.

At one moment, the Buddha's light seemed to transform into an invisible hand, gently stroking Jiang Xiyu's lowered head and his grieving soul, as if a Buddhist saying had fallen into his ear, advising the foolish child to let go.

Jiang Xiyu trembled and suddenly raised her hand to cover her head in pain.

His past experiences with Shiga appeared before his eyes one by one, only to be abruptly erased from his memory by the Buddha's light.

"Don't do this..." he murmured with great difficulty and pain, unwilling to let go of the past.

The Buddha's light, however, continued to relentlessly erase it.

Isn't that compassion?

Why do it this way...?

"...I don't want to forget..." Jiang Xiyu opened his lips tremblingly, silently saying, "I don't want to forget, Master..."

"Don't do this to me..."

If he forgets everything, then what's the point of him coming here?

The moment this thought crossed Jiang Xiyu's mind, a string of extreme grief snapped.

His heart suddenly calmed down in a strange and inexplicable way, and he became so calm that it was almost terrifying.

“Master…” Jiang Xiyu pulled herself out of her suffocation, her ten fingers clenching the blood-stained peach blossoms and soil as if she were holding a blade. With each bit of force, her heart would involuntarily clench, but gradually, Jiang Xiyu seemed to feel nothing at all.

His consciousness was sometimes blurred and sometimes clear.

Finally, after struggling to break free, Jiang Xiyu's figure came to a complete stop moving.

The world was deathly silent. The process of erasing memories was long and cruel. Jiang Xiyu seemed to have repeated half his life in it. He was motionless, his figure looking thin and fragile. At this moment, it seemed that even a single falling flower could easily crush him and grind him into the dust.

He could clearly feel that some memories had been erased, and no matter how he resisted, it was to no avail.

Suddenly, Jiang Xiyu felt like laughing, but as she laughed, it felt like she was crying.

He caught a glimpse of the figure lying not far away, paused for a moment, then staggered to his feet, trying to walk toward the body.

But his legs were numb and he couldn't stand up at all.

Jiang Xiyu looked at the body that seemed to be asleep, and with almost all her strength, she crawled toward him and then crawled to his side.

He wanted to hug him, but his hands were filthy and stiffly remained in mid-air. After a while, Jiang Xiyu wiped himself clean until his hands were clean before carefully holding Shiga's body in his arms.

The body, devoid of its soul, also lost its color, as if frozen beneath an eternal glacier. Jiang Xiyu felt the bone-chilling cold penetrating through it simply by holding it.

Before long, a thin layer of frost covered his body.

This body, which he used to attain Buddhahood and sainthood, is what he calls "fulfillment."

But why leave him with just an empty shell...?

What would he do with this empty shell...?

Without memories, what is the point of facing this body?

For Jiang Xiyu, it meant absolutely nothing...

Yuejia can possess Shijia's body. Shijia returns to his place, but Yuejia is left alone, unsure of where to go or what to do.

Jiang Xiyu remained silent for a long time, then suddenly said with an expression that seemed to be both sad and happy, "It's... meaningless..."

After saying this, he held Shiga's body, his expression becoming confused and blank, followed by a long silence.

In his silence, everything around him seemed to slowly return to calm, and the faint golden light on his wrist also seemed to return to stillness.

The Buddha's light, shining upon the earth, gently caressed all living beings and all things, without disturbing the dust or staining the world, and finally silently gathered in the clouds.

However, just as the last ray of Buddha's light dissipated...

It swept over Jiang Xiyu, lingered beside him for a few breaths, like the compassionate gaze of a Buddha looking down upon all living beings, or like a compassionate pity from above, gently watching over him for a moment before finally dissipating.

There were no prayer flags, no Buddhas, and no familiar figures.

Jiang Xiyu looked up as if she had glanced at him, or as if she had never looked up at all.

A breeze swept by, and the frost flowers that had condensed on her long eyelashes seemed about to fall, before finally drifting into the air, shimmering with tiny, crystal-clear light and shadow.

Jiang Xiyu felt a sense of emptiness, as if something had been taken away from her.

He closed his eyes and tried his best to think, but his mind was like a persistent fog, refusing to give him even a moment of clarity.

He was momentarily disoriented, almost forgetting what he was doing, and loosened his grip on the body in his arms.

However, as soon as he let go, the body leaning against him was about to slip off.

The feeling was like losing something from her heart. Jiang Xiyu quickly tightened her arms, lowered her eyes, and slowly moved closer to the person in her arms, rubbing her face against his cold, frosty face.

"Mage..."

Jiang Xiyu, clinging to the last vestige of clarity that refused to be relinquished even in the face of death, uttered a mute sound to Shiga's body, then stared blankly for a long while.

The moment he finished speaking, the Buddhist prayer beads on his wrist appeared, emitting a faint light.

The light, like a red thread, penetrated Jiang Xiyu's skin, then flowed through his blood and into his heart.

My heart stopped beating for a moment, then, as if resurrected, began to beat wildly.

……

The sky was clear and the earth was still, creating a beautiful, illusory dream.

As the dream faded, Jinglian and Xiujie stared at the bewildered person sitting in place, unsure of how to approach them.

Above the sky, a figure stood silently in the void.

The Buddhist light that had been binding him dissipated, and his figure remained motionless, only his eyes lowered, quietly watching Jiang Xiyu's figure, just like Jinglian and the others.

Jinglian looked up and saw Yuejia's cold face and the golden Buddhist mark on his forehead.

The coldness and killing intent surrounding him had faded, leaving only a vast and formless aura. He simply stood there calmly, like a lotus flower, inviolable and untouchable. In a daze, Jinglian mistakenly thought that the Buddha's disciple had not yet left.

Only when he saw clearly Yuejia's eerie red eyes did he lower his gaze, put his palms together, and silently chant Buddhist mantras.