The new mission of the CEO of the Miraculous Doctor after traveling through time

On the top of Lingxiao Mountain, which is surrounded by clouds and mist all year round and filled with spiritual energy, the majestic Lingxiao Mountain Hall stands solemnly. Nie Bo, wearing a coarse monk's robe that has been washed to a white, holds an old but smooth broom in his hand, and silently sweeps the bluestone floor in front of the hall every day. His heart is full of guilt and regret for the evil deeds he did in the demon world in the past. He only hopes that he can use this trivial daily life of sweeping the floor to get rid of the demons in his heart and start a new life.

The morning light was just breaking, and the tiny golden rays of light passed through the mottled shadows of the trees and fell in front of the palace. Nie Bo lowered his eyes as usual, sweeping the leaves that were blown down by the mountain wind last night. The low-level disciples of Lingxiao Mountain filed out and rushed to the martial arts field to practice martial arts. Their young faces were full of vitality, and the sound of footsteps and whispers were intertwined. No one expected that an undercurrent had quietly surged.

A thin, sneaky low-level disciple took advantage of everyone's inattention and quietly returned to the treasure pavilion at the back of the hall. His steps were unsteady, his eyes were wandering, and he looked back nervously from time to time. Beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, soaking his collar. This person was Huijue, the young monk who was bewitched by the demon shadow. Although he was taciturn on weekdays, he was honest and dutiful. Who would have thought that he seemed to be a different person today. He was seen tiptoeing towards the stone door of the treasure pavilion, muttering something, and making strange hand seals with his hands. The stone door slowly opened, and a faint light shone from the pavilion, shining on his twisted face. There are many rare spiritual objects stored in the pavilion, all of which are magic weapons accumulated by the ancestors of Lingxiao Mountain over the years to help disciples practice or resist foreign enemies. It is usually heavily guarded, and only disciples who know the secret method can enter.

With trembling hands, Huijue reached into the pavilion and grabbed a piece of spiritual jade that emitted a warm blue light. As soon as the spiritual jade was in his hand, it began to hum and tremble, as if resisting the thief's hand, but it was held tightly. At the same time, a vague demonic shadow emerged behind him, as ethereal as a wisp of smoke, but with a bone-chilling chill. The demonic shadow grinned and laughed shrilly: "Well done, little monk, take this treasure with me, and you will have wealth, glory, supreme magic power, and everything you want in the future." Huijue's eyes were dull, and he nodded mechanically, hugged the spiritual jade tightly and turned to leave.

At this moment, Nie Bo came here while sweeping, and he saw this scene when he looked up. The Demon Shadow sensed someone, turned around, locked his eyes on Nie Bo, and instantly put on a playful smile: "Hey, isn't this Nie Bo, the famous demon in the former world? Why, now you are hiding in Lingxiao Mountain as a sweeper, don't you feel depressed?" Nie Bo's body was shocked, and the scenes of killing and slaughtering in the demon world in the past surged into his mind like a tide. His hands unconsciously clenched the broom, and his knuckles turned white. Seeing this, the Demon Shadow struck while the iron was hot, and his body flashed in front of Nie Bo, stretched out an illusory hand, and lightly touched his brow: "Look at you, why do you suppress your nature? Can the ruthlessness and desire for power in your bones really be wiped out by this sweeping business? Come with me, return to the demon world, and we will dominate it as before."

Nie Bo's eyes widened with anger, and he suddenly waved away the demon's hand. The broom in his hand shone with golden light, and the magic surged. He swung the broom and shouted, "Don't try to seduce me! Now that I have decided to repent, I will never look back!" After that, he swung the broom, bringing up a fierce wind, which turned into a series of golden light curtains, sweeping towards the demon. The demon made a shrill cry, twisted his body to avoid it, but his hands continued to condense black magic flames and counterattacked Nie Bo. For a moment, the light in front of the temple intertwined, the air waves surged, and the surrounding flowers, plants and trees were swept by the energy, and the branches and leaves flew.

This movement instantly startled all the monks on Lingxiao Mountain. Just as Nie Bo was fighting fiercely with the demon shadow and the spiritual objects in front of the temple were trembling endlessly due to the demonic energy, a powerful and long Buddhist chant sounded like a huge bell, breaking through the noise of the fight: "Amitabha!" The abbot and several eminent monks appeared instantly like gods and Buddhas descending from the sky.

The abbot was wearing a golden cassock and holding a Zen staff. The cassock fluttered fiercely, and the Buddha light around him was like the scorching sun in the sky, dazzling and eye-catching. With a wave of the Zen staff, a golden rune flew out of the staff, growing in the wind and turning into a light shield about ten feet wide, blocking the demon shadow's deadly magic flame. As the rune circulated, the magic flame dissipated. Elder Huikong beside him twisted the Buddhist beads in his hand, and the Buddhist beads floated up, emitting golden light. Each of them seemed to contain the weight of a small mountain. With a whistling sound, it smashed towards the demon shadow like a meteor chasing the moon. The demon shadow flashed and just dodged the attack of the Buddhist beads, but crashed into the sword formation of Zen Master Zhishan.

Zen Master Zhishan waved his hands, and dozens of flying swords flew out from his sleeves, connected end to end, circling and whistling, weaving into an airtight sword net. The sword net tightened, the light flashed, cutting the body of the demon shadow, and the demon shadow let out bursts of shrill roars, his body was torn into pieces, but it was reassembled and restored in the blink of an eye.

The other monks were not idle either. The low-level disciples formed a formation on the periphery and chanted scriptures. The sound waves gathered into materialized golden ripples, which spread out in circles, restraining the movement of the demon shadow and making it difficult for it to move. The high-level monks used their unique skills. Some offered alms bowls, which were turned upside down, releasing endless suction to pull the demon shadow; some put their palms together and slapped out a giant palm print, which was wrapped with majestic Buddha power and made the demon shadow shake.

The demon shadow was trapped in the siege, and became angry and humiliated. The demonic energy around him surged wildly, gathering into a ferocious beast, and pounced on the monks with bared fangs and claws. The monks showed no fear, and the Buddha's light became stronger. The abbot jumped into the air and slammed his Zen staff on the ground. Golden chains immediately emerged from the ground, wrapping around the demon shadow and the beast like a spirit snake. Elder Huikong's Buddhist beads split into hundreds of beads, forming a storm of Buddhist beads, crushing all the demon shadow incarnations that approached.

For a moment, the light in front of the hall was extremely bright, and the roar of the demon shadow, the chanting of Buddhist mantras, and the roar of magic weapons were intertwined. The demon shadow struggled with all his might, but seemed to be stuck in a quagmire and could not get out. As the monks cooperated more and more tacitly, the magic circle gradually reached its peak, and the demon shadow's resistance became increasingly weak, and his figure became increasingly dim, and was finally compressed to the size of a palm. Under the burning of the Buddha's light, only a wisp of unwilling black smoke remained, dissipating between heaven and earth. This fierce battle ended, and the monks put away their skills. Although they looked tired, their eyes were firm, and their determination to protect Lingxiao Mountain was even more solid than a rock. The abbot was the first to bear the brunt, leading several monks to teleport. When they saw the demon shadow, their expressions suddenly became stern, and they all offered their magic weapons. "All disciples, listen up, form the Arhat formation, don't let this demon escape!" The abbot gave the order, and the monks quickly stood in position, their robes fluttering, Buddha's light shining, and golden runes flew out from their palms, interweaving with each other, turning into a tight net, trapping the demon in it. The demon rushed left and right, roaring continuously, but was firmly suppressed by the formation and could not move.

Nie Bo just breathed a sigh of relief, but felt a sharp pain in his heart, as if pierced by thousands of steel needles. It turned out that the provocation of the demon just now had touched the inner demon buried deep in his heart. The blood in his body surged and reversed, and a mouthful of blood rushed up his throat. He vomited "wow" and his body was shaky. The monks were shocked when they saw this. The abbot held Nie Bo's back with a palm through the air, and sent spiritual power to calm his disordered breath: "Nie Bo, calm your mind!" Nie Bo gritted his teeth, sat cross-legged on the ground, and used his spiritual power to resist the inner demon. The veins on his forehead bulged and sweat poured down like rain.

The demon shadow was trapped, and it roared: "Nie Bo, if you let me go today, you will suffer in the future if your inner demons haunt you! There will be no peace in Lingxiao Mountain!" Nie Bo closed his eyes and said nothing, suppressing his inner demons with all his strength, and silently chanted the Heart Purification Mantra in his heart. The monks increased the power of the magic circle, and the light became more dazzling. The demon shadow gradually dissipated under the burning of the Buddha's light, leaving only a wisp of black smoke that curled away.

The storm has subsided, but Lingxiao Mountain is shrouded in a solemn atmosphere. Nie Bo's inner demons have not been eliminated, and the road ahead is still bumpy; the demon's shadow reappears, indicating that there seems to be something unusual in the demon world. How should Lingxiao Mountain deal with it in the future? The monks are worried and look at Nie Bo who is still sitting cross-legged and regulating his breathing. The mountain wind blows, and his clothes flutter. They can only wait for him to stand up again before discussing countermeasures.