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

Chapter 519 The Cold and Pure Human Buddha Child VS The Adorable and Devoted Demon Cat Emperor [195]

Human beings are always deeply entrenched in greed, anger, and delusion. After escaping from the Buddhist realm, Yuejia has not returned to the world for a long time.

He stood on the clouds, overlooking the chaos of the world, and wherever he went, evil thoughts were as numerous as floating clouds.

Even though places where greed, anger, and ignorance are strong should be perfect for Yuejia, he always feels that something is wrong.

Thinking back, he realized that he now had a different body and naturally no longer needed to absorb evil thoughts.

What he needs is merit.

The place where human merit is most abundant is none other than the Compassionate Temple where Shiga resides.

After Yuejia went to Cibei Temple, she followed the remaining memories of Shijia and looked around. In each memory, there were some indelible traces that belonged to Jiang Xiyu.

Yuejia inevitably recalled the details of Jiang Xiyu and Shijia's relationship.

At first, his attitude towards these memories was one of resentment and frustration; he simply didn't want to recall them. Later, he discovered that once he thought about the memories of this body, it was like a flood bursting open; no matter how unwilling Yuejia was, a trickle would always overflow.

Later on, that memory piled up all over him.

So much so that his steps slowed down, and finally he stopped at the door of the meditation room without anyone noticing.

After Jiang Xiyu left Cibei Temple, all that was left for Shijia was a room full of withered vitality and flickering candles.

Yuejia stood at the doorway, looking around, and images of the Zen room from the past flashed before her eyes.

At that moment, he was like an indifferent spectator, wanting to laugh, but his eyes grew increasingly red, as if he were about to shed tears, and his whole demeanor seemed somewhat strange.

Yuejia didn't want to think about anything related to Jiang Xiyu anymore. He felt he had already given Jiang Xiyu a chance to choose, but Jiang Xiyu had repeatedly refused. So why should he still think about him...?

Having made up her mind to cultivate herself and return to the realm of Buddhahood, Yuejia would not allow anything or anyone to hinder her.

Besides, he already has everything.

Shiga's body was qualified to return to the realm of Buddhahood.

He has almost gotten everything he wanted.

Now that everything has gone his way, why should he go through another emotional ordeal for someone insignificant, for a fleeting, brief romance?

In the mortal world, the tribulations of love are hard to overcome.

If you can't get through it, you'll be left with half a life.

Yuejia suddenly felt a little ridiculous, and also wanted to laugh at herself for staying behind that day.

He felt hatred and resentment, but in the end he found that all of this hatred and resentment was suppressed by the golden body, leaving only the emotions that surged with memories.

These emotions fell like raindrops in his eyes, blurring his vision, yet bringing him unprecedented clarity.

In the long night, who was he waiting for as he sat there? Who was he longing for in his heart?

Yuejia realized this with absolute clarity...

Even so, he still hated him, so much so that whenever he thought of that day, he couldn't help but hate himself for letting him go so easily.

Saying that you'll never do it again is all useless nonsense.

He should have locked Jiang Xiyu up and made him suffer the same pain as him.

What if we don't choose him?

Then cut off his escape route, leaving him with no choice but to choose himself.

For thousands of years, what has he wanted that he has not been able to obtain?

A dark glint flashed in Yuejia's eyes. After a long while, she raised her gaze and coldly stared at the Buddha in the shrine, a mad, demonic smile slowly curving her lips.

Even though the divinity of the golden body was constantly erasing his evil thoughts, the desire to completely obtain Jiang Xiyu gradually and frantically occupied Yuejia's mind, like ink spilled in a clear pond, which could never be washed away no matter how hard he tried.

Even with the suppression of this body, the desire to possess it remained unchanged.

Yuejia entered the meditation room, her eyes bloodshot as she gazed at the Buddha shrine.

Their past seemed to appear scene by scene around Yuejia. When Yuejia looked at the Buddha shrine, she remembered the incense that Shijia burned for Jiang Xiyu; when she looked at the low table, she remembered them sitting opposite each other; and on the meditation bed, she remembered countless days and nights of sleeping together.

Even Yuejia seemed to see it before her eyes: in that long night with flickering candlelight and wisps of incense smoke, Shijia carefully lifted Jiang Xiyu from the table, and then held him with utmost gentleness and tenderness as they passed by her.

In that instant, the flames of jealousy seemed to burn the golden body to ashes.

Yuejia smiled coldly, casting aside her illusions. She then walked to the Buddha shrine, pretending to bow her head in reverence for the Buddha, but when she looked up again, her eyes were filled with determination.

He clasped his hands in greeting before the Buddha shrine, while hypocritically murmuring the so-called Amitabha Buddha.

A touch of irony lingered in his heart; he wondered if, after falling in love, Shigatse, each time he faced the Buddha in the shrine, was thinking of his Buddha, or of someone he shouldn't be thinking of...

What in this world can be hidden from the Buddha's eyes?

Yuejia's gaze suddenly turned deep and cold. He stared at the half-closed Buddha's eyes for a long while before closing them and feigning piety, saying, "May the Buddha have mercy and protect this disciple..."

Such is the nature of a hypocrite.

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Meanwhile, upon learning that Yuejia had arrived at Cibei Temple, Jiang Xiyu guessed that Yuejia intended to use the merits accumulated there to cultivate herself and return to the Buddhist realm.

With Shiga's body, cultivation becomes twice as effective.

It is estimated that it will not be long before Yuejia will be able to accumulate immeasurable merits and then return to the place he wants to go, to become the Buddha he wants to be.

Jiang Xiyu remained quiet in her own sea of ​​consciousness, as if she were thinking of nothing, yet also as if she were thinking of everything.

It wasn't until Shiga withdrew his divine soul, slowly opened his eyes, and called out to him that he finally did.

Jiang Xiyu finally came to her senses and asked, "Master, what's wrong?"

At this moment, with the blessing of the Buddhist beads, Shiga temporarily gained control of Jiang Xiyu's body.

Jiang Xiyu stayed obediently in her own sea of ​​consciousness. At first, she found it a bit strange, but later she felt a bit drowsy.

Shiga said softly, "It's alright, this body..."

Jiang Xiyu knew that Shijia meant to return control of the body to him, but he suddenly found it somewhat amusing, so he didn't take it back and only asked, "Master, what do you think of my body?"

Seeing that he was getting playful, Shiga quieted down for a moment, seemingly thinking seriously.

After pondering for a long time, he still couldn't utter a single word.

He was unable to describe how he felt at that moment.

When his soul took control of this body, he was initially unaccustomed to it.

Jiang Xiyu's body was very warm, which was completely different from his perpetually cold golden body.

Jiang Xiyu's body is like molten fire buried deep beneath an iceberg, warm and scorching. Even if falling into it would result in being burned, it still makes those who have endured the frost feel sweetness, willing to succumb, and willing to be like moths drawn to a flame.

Now, Jiang Xiyu personally asked Shijia about his feelings, which inexplicably stirred up a very subtle feeling in his heart.