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

In this quiet place of Lingxiao Mountain, ancient trees towered, clouds and mists lingered, and only the sound of bells and the murmur of chanting could be heard from time to time in the silence. Nie Bo had been practicing here for some time. The strong demonic nature that lingered around him in the past seemed to have been washed away by the clear spiritual energy of the mountains and the Buddhist Sanskrit sounds. He exuded a sense of peace and obedience from the inside out. The perverse and violent spirit of the past seemed to be just a distant dream.

Every morning, before the first glimmer of light in the sky completely pierces the night, Nie Bo gets up, washes himself, puts on a coarse monk's robe, and starts sweeping the winding paths of the temple with a broom in hand. At first, he just swung the broom mechanically, his mind full of distracting thoughts, and his thoughts often drifted back to the past when he was fighting in the martial arts world in the dust. At that time, he was seeking the highest skills of the magic path, his hands were stained with blood, and he was hunted down by both the good and the evil, and he was in a state of panic all day long. It was not until he was captured by the abbot of Lingxiao Mountain and imprisoned in this pure land of Buddhism that things started to turn around.

But recently, as his practice deepened, his mind became clearer. One day, when he was cleaning the wide stone platform in front of the mountain gate, the immortal power in his body unconsciously flowed with his mind and flowed into the broom in his hand. The broom trembled slightly, and the flying dust no longer scattered wherever it passed, but slowly gathered and piled up, sketching out a magical picture - towering mountains, clouds and mists lingering in between, a stream gurgling at the foot of the mountain, and an old man fishing by the stream, wearing a straw raincoat and a bamboo hat, looking contented. It happened that a few young monks passed by and saw this magical scene. They were so shocked that their eyes widened and the wooden fish in their hands almost fell. They gathered around and chattered non-stop.

"Brother Nie Bo, how...how did you do this?" A round-faced young monk said in amazement, his eyes full of admiration.

Nie Bo collected his magical power, put the broom back in place, a trace of embarrassment appeared on his face, and he said softly: "It's just that I suddenly realized something while practicing recently. I use my magical power to control the dust and create a painting as I please. It's just a trivial skill, don't praise me." Having said that, the young monks were not willing to give up. From then on, every day when cleaning, there was always a group of young monks waiting by the side, quietly watching Nie Bo sweeping the dust, and occasionally imitating him, but they could only raise clouds of dust, which made everyone laugh.

The news spread quickly and soon reached the ears of the abbot. The abbot, wearing a golden and red cassock and holding a Zen stick, walked towards him with steady steps. His eyes fell on Nie Bo, full of scrutiny and expectation. When Nie Bo saw the abbot, he hurriedly bowed respectfully and stood with his head bowed. The abbot stared at the stone platform for a long time before speaking: "Nie Bo, since you entered the temple, you have devoted yourself to chanting scriptures, working, and self-reflection. Your demonic nature has gradually disappeared, and you have realized such a skill, which shows that your Buddha heart has been born. There are several profound Buddhist scriptures on the third floor of the Sutra Pavilion in the temple. In the past, you had not eliminated your demonic nature, so you should not touch them. Now, since you have a heart for Buddhism and the ability to make progress, you can go and study. I hope you will not let this opportunity go to waste."

Upon hearing this, Nie Bo was shocked, his eyes instantly turned red, he knelt down and kowtowed, his voice trembling: "Abbot, be merciful! I will devote all my energy to studying Buddhism and wash away all my past sins." From then on, Nie Bo plunged into the third floor of the Sutra Library. The room was dimly lit, with only a few candles flickering and sandalwood curling. He sat upright on a cushion, with an ancient sutra spread out in front of him. The Sanskrit was obscure and the legal principles were profound, but he did not flinch. Whenever he encountered something he didn't understand, he would stand up and walk around in contemplation, or ask the monks in the temple for advice.

Cultivation is not an easy road. During a meditation, Nie Bo's inner demon suddenly appeared. The hideous face of his former enemy flashed before his eyes, and the curses and screams kept coming to his ears, tempting him to pick up the magic skills and return to the world to avenge his enemies. Nie Bo was sweating profusely, his body trembling, his hands tightly grasping the monk's robe, his nails digging deep into his palms. Just as he was about to sink, he suddenly opened his eyes and recited the Qingxin Mantra he had studied recently. His eyes gradually brightened and his inner demon dissipated.

After the abbot promised Nie Bo to study the profound Buddhist teachings on the third floor of the Sutra Repository, Nie Bo, full of awe and expectation, stepped into the long-sealed door that only senior monks could enter on weekdays. Inside the third floor, the light was dim, the sandalwood was fragrant, and the ancient and heavy atmosphere was overwhelming. Rows of bookshelves were filled with yellowed pages of classics that had been worn out by the years, like a wise man sleeping quietly, carrying endless Zen wisdom.

Nie Bo first picked up the Mahayana Sutra, which was filled with dense Sanskrit, like a maze of mysterious symbols. He stared at it, spelling out each word, and the sound of the words echoed in the quiet pavilion as his lips and teeth moved slightly. But the obscure meaning was like a naughty cloud, which dissipated as soon as it was touched, making it difficult to grasp the true meaning. But Nie Bo was not discouraged. During the day, he sat by the window in the light, reciting and pondering repeatedly. When he encountered new words, he would consult the dictionary collected in the temple; at night, he lit a candle, and in the flickering light and shadow, he closed his eyes and recalled what he had learned during the day, trying to outline the outline of legal principles in his mind.

Meditation is the key to spiritual practice. Nie Bo sat cross-legged on the cushion, his hands in a seal, his back straight as a pine tree. At first, distracting thoughts were like wild horses running wildly. Past grudges, swordplay, and scenes of enemies' angry eyes and close friends' betrayal flashed alternately, disturbing his mind. Cold sweat oozed from his forehead, and his breathing was rapid and disordered, but he gritted his teeth and persisted, according to his daily understanding of basic Buddhist teachings, concentrating his mind and silently chanting "Namo Amitabha", using the sound of the Buddha's name to drive away distracting thoughts. Gradually, his state of mind returned to calm after a few ripples on the lake, clear and ethereal, and he could feel a trace of spiritual energy penetrating his body, nourishing his body and mind.

On the road of cultivation, hardships come one after another. One day, when Nie Bo was studying the chapter "Dependent Origination and Emptiness", he became obsessed. He was puzzled, why are all the beautiful things in the world, the warmth of family, the company of close friends, "empty" in the end? If everything is empty, what is the meaning of cultivation? The inner demon took advantage of the opportunity to enter, transformed into his inner demon in the darkness, exuding a strong demonic breath, whispering in his ear: "Let go of this empty Buddhism, return to the demonic path, power and pleasure are within reach, why bother to be imprisoned in this cold Buddhist sect?" Nie Bo's body shook, his face was pale, his hands were on his head, and his face was full of pain.

At the critical moment of life and death, the sound of the temple bell rang out, like a sharp blade, cutting through the darkness created by the inner demon. Nie Bo suddenly opened his eyes, a determined light flashed in his eyes, and he stood up and stumbled to the scriptures by the window. With trembling hands, he opened the annotations that had been ignored, studied and comprehended them sentence by sentence, until dawn, when he suddenly realized. It turned out that "emptiness" is not nothingness, but transcending the constraints of material images. After seeing the essence, he was open-minded, relieved at the moment, and the inner demon collapsed.

After that, Nie Bo had a thorough understanding of Buddhism, and his attainments in Buddhism increased day by day. He could use his finger as a pen and his immortal power as ink to lightly draw auspicious pictures containing Buddhist principles in the air; he could recite scriptures with a voice like a bell, and his words contained the power of purification, causing the flowers and plants in the temple to sway and the spiritual energy to fill the air; he could also see the past and future, the sufferings of others, and with compassion in his heart, he decided to spend the rest of his life spreading the fire of Buddhism and saving the suffering people in the world. From a prodigal son of the devil to a wise monk of Buddhism, Nie Bo's transformation along the way has become a shining and inspiring practice legend in the long years in Lingxiao Mountain.

After this incident, Nie Bo practiced more diligently. A few months later, the temple held a Buddhist ceremony, and eminent monks from all over the world gathered. The abbot ordered Nie Bo to show the results of his practice in public, and Nie Bo nodded in agreement. On the day of the ceremony, the square in the temple was crowded with people. Nie Bo, dressed in a white monk's robe, walked into the venue, tapped the ground with his Zen stick, and his immortal power surged, and a faint golden light appeared around him. He waved his Zen stick, and for a moment, thousands of golden lotuses appeared in the air, and the petals fell and turned into scriptures, shining brightly. The onlookers were immersed in it and felt awe.

When the light faded, Nie Bo put his hands together and bowed to the four directions. The abbot smiled with satisfaction and said loudly: "Nie Bo, you have been reborn after entering my Buddhist sect. From now on, I hope you will uphold the Dharma and save all living beings." Nie Bo's eyes were moist and his heart was full of confidence. He knew that his past sins had been eliminated and the future was bright. He was determined to spend the rest of his life protecting the peace of the Buddhist sect, spreading the Dharma to the world, and saving thousands of lost people. After that, although Nie Bo's name was occasionally heard in the world, there was no longer any talk of a demon. There was only a story of a prodigal son returning and the transformation of Buddhism, which was passed down from generation to generation in Lingxiao Mountain and the world.