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

It was a dark and windy night, and the bamboo forest behind the Lingjiu Temple seemed like a spooky den. Nie Bo, dressed in black and as taut as a string, stepped into this quiet place alone. He wanted to use the quietness of the bamboo forest to sort out the messy skills he had practiced in recent days, but he didn't expect that a bone-chilling chill would suddenly hit him.

The wind suddenly blew, and the bamboo leaves danced wildly, like the howling of countless evil spirits hiding in the dark. Nie Bo was alert, and just as he was about to use his power to be on guard, he caught a glimpse of a familiar yet unfamiliar black shadow. In an instant, his scalp went numb, and the blood in his body seemed to solidify - it was that evil shadow! The evil shadow that had been lurking in the darkest part of his heart for many years like a maggot attached to his bones!

The demon's figure was ethereal, but it exuded a real pressure. Its dark green eyes were like ghost lights, staring at Nie Bo intently, with a very strange smile on the corner of its mouth. Nie Bo's eyes widened, his breathing became rapid and disordered, and his heartbeat was like thunder in his ears. In a flash, the past scenes flooded into his mind uncontrollably.

It was a remote town. Nie Bo led his men to hunt down his fellow disciples who had defected. The people in the town fled in terror, but he issued a murder order without any mercy. For a while, there were flashes of swords and screams. Women huddled in the corner with their children, tears and blood intertwined, their eyes full of pleading, but he turned a blind eye and swung his sharp blade mercilessly. An old man selling things on the street begged for mercy, but before he could say anything, he was kicked down by him and died of vomiting blood.

Another scene switched to a mysterious valley, where various sects were fighting for a magical herb. Nie Bo was blood-thirsty, with evil spirits lingering around him. A fellow disciple accidentally blocked his way and was pierced by a sword. The man stared in disbelief, thinking of the past brotherhood until his death. However, Nie Bo drew his sword, letting the blood splatter all over his face, and continued to move forward to snatch the magical herb like a madman.

"No - shut up!" Nie Bo held his head with both hands, knelt down on his knees, clasped his fingers tightly on his temples, nails dug deep into his flesh, and blood oozed out. Cold sweat poured down his cheeks and neck, soaking his clothes. Seeing this, the demon shadow became arrogant and enlarged several times in an instant, covering Nie Bo. The eerie whisper echoed in his ears: "This is all your fault. You are full of sins, and you still want to practice and be liberated? Dream on!"

Nie Bo's head was splitting, and his soul seemed to be pierced by thousands of steel needles. His past evil deeds were like red-hot iron chains, wrapping around him tightly and making it difficult for him to breathe. His body was shaking uncontrollably, and he let out painful roars and sobs in his throat, which echoed in the bamboo forest for a long time. At this moment, he was deeply trapped in the quagmire of his inner demons. His past evil deeds turned into evil spirits, gnawing at his remaining reason and conscience, as if to drag him completely into the endless hell, from which there would be no return.

The demonic shadow, the one that had been dormant for a long time and had grown from the deepest part of his heart, reappeared like a ghost. In an instant, Nie Bo's eyes widened, his pupils shrank sharply, and his aura became disordered. The bloody killings and insane evil deeds of the past flashed through his mind like a raging flood. The terrifying scene reappeared:

It was a dispute in the martial arts world many years ago. In order to obtain a peerless secret book, Nie Bo turned into Shura. In the narrow valley, the shouts and killings shook the mountain walls and echoed endlessly. He held a sharp blade, and blood splattered in the cold light. The warm and sticky touch flowed along the handle to his wrist, but he did not stop. The cries of women and children and the pleas for mercy of young and middle-aged people were just embellishments of the victory movement in his ears at that time. There was also the massacre of the whole family. In the dark night, the flames soared into the sky. He broke into the courtyard of a noble family. Wherever he passed, there were corpses everywhere, just to snatch a spiritual pearl that was said to prolong life. The baby in the cradle was disturbed by the crying, and he waved his hand in annoyance, and the tender life was silent in an instant... One by one, the picture was so high-definition that it seemed to be reproduced yesterday. The victims' dying faces were distorted, full of hatred and despair, tightly grasping his soul.

"No——" Nie Bo screamed in pain, his knees softened, and he fell to the ground, holding his head with both hands, digging his fingers deep into his scalp, sweating profusely, and trembling all over. At this moment, his heart was full of regret and fear. The conscience that he had not noticed when he was blinded by ambition and greed in the past has now awakened and is gnawing at his heart. The feeling of deep sin is like a thousand-pound boulder, pressing him to the point of suffocation, and he wishes he could commit suicide immediately to apologize.

At this moment, a peaceful and steady Buddhist chant came slowly, like the warm sun penetrating through the dark clouds, dispelling some of the haze. The abbot, wearing a cassock, walked calmly but anxiously, and rushed to Nie Bo. He put his hands together, chanted in Sanskrit, his eyes slightly closed, a cinnabar spot on his brows shone brightly, and his whole body exuded a solemn and solemn Buddhist golden light. The Sanskrit sound turned into a substantial golden thread, which penetrated into Nie Bo's sea of ​​consciousness.

The sea of ​​consciousness was originally a dark and chaotic place, with demonic shadows baring their fangs and claws, and the inner demons stirring up turbulent waves. Nie Bo's soul was broken and shaky. The golden Sanskrit sound came in, as if a divine soldier had descended from the sky. Wherever the light reached, the demonic shadows shrank and screamed, trying to escape; the surging waves of inner demons were gradually calmed down. The abbot increased his power of mind, and the Sanskrit sound became more powerful, gathering and repairing Nie Bo's scattered soul bit by bit, helping him to calm down and build a strong defense line in the sea of ​​consciousness.

After a long time, Nie Bo slowly opened his eyes, the bloodshot in his eyes had not yet faded, his face was full of shame, like a ripe tomato, burning hot, his head was lowered so low that it was almost buried in the soil. His lips stammered, but he couldn't speak for a long time, his heart was full of contempt for his past evil deeds.

The abbot looked at Nie Bo with compassion. He raised his hand and gently stroked Nie Bo's head, saying slowly, "Donor Nie, don't blame yourself too much. The path of cultivation is full of thorns. What you cultivate is this heart. In the past, you went astray and committed many murders, which gave rise to inner demons. But today, you can face your inner demons directly, which is the beginning of liberation. The inner demon is like a mirror, reflecting all your sins. Only by looking at it bravely and repenting sincerely can you break the shackles and find true liberation. In the days to come, you need to remember the pain you have experienced today, be compassionate, and atone for your past sins."

Nie Bo kowtowed heavily, his forehead hitting the mud with a thud, and he choked up and said, "Master, Nie Bo has taken note. From now on, I will strictly follow your teachings, devote myself to Buddhism, and wash away my sins." After that, tears burst out of his eyes, fell to the ground, and soaked the soil, as if he was solemnly declaring a break with the past and moving towards a new life.

The abbot nodded slightly, looked at the dawn in the sky, and prayed silently in his heart: May this lost person, under the nourishment of Buddhism, break free from the shackles of his inner demons, regain a clear soul, step into the right path, and never be entangled by past evil deeds... After that, Nie Bo stayed in Lingjiu Temple, accompanied by the green lamp and ancient Buddha, chanting scriptures and working every day, sincerely repenting. In the morning, he cleaned the courtyard, and the fallen leaves rustled under the broom. He regarded it as cleansing the dirt in his heart; in the evening, he meditated in the Buddhist hall, and the sound of the wooden fish knocked into the depths of his soul, helping him to dispel distracting thoughts and demons. Whenever there was a good deed in the temple, such as giving porridge to disaster victims and free medical treatment to help the sick, Nie Bo always rushed to the front and rushed to do the dirty work. Even if he was misunderstood, beaten and scolded, he endured it silently, with only peace and determination in his eyes. The cruel and ruthless demon with notorious evil deeds in the past has gradually disappeared, and was replaced by a practitioner in Lingjiu Temple who is wholeheartedly repentant, humble and kind. This period of mental distress has become an indelible warning beacon on his road to rebirth.