The Unremarkable Little Taoist Master

Feeling bored, I picked up my phone and mindlessly scrolled through my messages when a knock on the door interrupted my thoughts.

The knocking grew louder, and both the old daoist priest and I sensed that something was off.

I hesitated for a moment, glancing at the old daoist priest’s frantic expression. It was the scariest thing to see someone who usually smiled so warmly turn wild. I shook my head.

I didn’t want to see the old daoist priest like this, but I didn’t know how to express my feelings.

I opened the door and poked my head out, addressing the old man, “Hey, I’m a bit hungry. Can we go downstairs for a meal?”

I glanced at the old daoist priest, who was reading, and said, “Let’s go eat something. You can’t just keep reading without a break.”

The old daoist priest slowly put down his book, glanced at us, and then set it down completely, saying, “Alright, let’s go grab a bite.”

However, as we went downstairs, something felt off.

The room was filled with an eerie atmosphere, and suddenly the lights went out, plunging us into darkness. In an instant, I pulled out a talisman and threw it into the air; the room lit up at once. I scanned the area, but it was empty. Quickly, I took out the compass, and the needle spun wildly, pointing east. I hurriedly dashed out of the dining area, heading toward the east, with the old daoist priest closely following me.

After a while of chasing, the tattoo on my chest suddenly emitted a blood-red glow. It seemed we were on the right track. We hurriedly quickened our pace, racing forward. We chased our way to the entrance of the hotel when I suddenly spotted a dark shadow. Without a second thought, I bit my tongue, letting a mouthful of blood spray forth, and to my surprise, a mist of Qilin appeared before me.

The mist directly hit the shadow, and I collapsed weakly onto the ground, while the old daoist priest stayed behind to tend to me.

I gritted my teeth and continued to chase the dark shadow. The shadow wasn’t moving very fast, and I quickly caught up to it. Realizing it couldn’t escape, the shadow lunged straight at me. I swung my fist, and a golden light enveloped my hand, striking the shadow with great force. The shadow let out a miserable cry, and from the sound, I deduced that this must be Wang-Ge.

With the bright moonlight, I finally saw the appearance of the shadow. The dark figure’s gloomy face shocked me for a moment. Just as I was about to say something, I felt a heavy blow to my head and everything became dizzy. I collapsed, my consciousness starting to fade away.

When I opened my eyes again, I saw the old daoist priest sitting beside me, intently reading a book, while Xinger stared blankly behind him.

I blinked, trying to speak, but a sudden pain coursed through my head. I noticed the thick bandage wrapped around it. The old daoist priest set down his book and smiled at me, saying, “So you’re awake?”

I nodded and asked, “Who exactly are you? What do you want? Is it for the legacy?”

“Haha, little one, I am your father’s junior brother, your uncle master. I’m here to help you receive the legacy.”

A sudden wave of intense pain hit my head. Seeing my pained expression, the old daoist priest quickly grabbed the frantic Xinger. Once she was restrained, Xinger seemed to realize her excitement was too much, flashed an apologetic smile, and loosened her grip. I lay quietly for a moment, feeling a bit more comfortable, then slowly asked, “What on earth is going on?”

The old daoist priest sighed before he spoke, “Your father died sealing a demon. In his last moments, the thing he worried about most was you. I appeared in your life to train you, and everything you’ve experienced recently is by my design.”

I suddenly felt a shiver run through my body, and I realized I wasn’t in a good state at all.

As if he didn’t notice, the old daoist priest continued coldly, “You are just one step away from receiving the legacy.”

With that, he took out a jade pendant from his robe and placed it into my hands.

“I know you have many questions, but this jade pendant was left by your father. If you drop your own blood on it, you will understand everything,” the old daoist priest said.

After speaking, it seemed he didn’t want to disturb me, so he turned and pulled Xinger out of the room, leaving me alone to hold the jade pendant.

In my mind, I unknowingly envisioned my father’s gentle face from my childhood.

I cut my finger, allowing a drop of fresh blood to fall onto the jade pendant.

Suddenly, the pendant emitted an extraordinary glow, and a blood-red beam shot up into the sky.

I felt as if I had entered a long dream, where I was a daoist master guarding this realm.

I fought demons and monsters throughout my life, until one day when an unparalleled demon appeared in the world.

I battled this fearsome demon, and in the end, I paid with my life to seal it away.

However, sealing the demon was no easy task; it required the blood of generations of daoist masters to accomplish.

Watching my ancestors fall one by one deeply stirred my heart.

On one hand, if I chose not to accept this legacy, the demon would likely break free and wreak havoc in the human world.

On the other hand, accepting it would mean I could become another daoist master, living my life among spirits and monsters.

I was caught in a profound internal conflict.

Outside the room, Xinger looked anxious and said to the old daoist priest, “Will he really choose to become a daoist master?”

The old daoist priest seemed a bit unsure, but he clenched his teeth and stated with unwavering conviction, “I believe he won’t let us down.”

Yet, deep inside, the old daoist priest sighed silently. If he chose not to accept the legacy, he would have to use his life to reinforce the seal.

However, from the perspective of his heart, he truly did not want the lineage of daoist masters to be cut off from the legacy.

I picked up the jade pendant, a hint of relief spreading across my face.

At that moment, I finally came to terms with my thoughts. Some people are born bearing certain responsibilities; they cannot escape them, nor can they refuse to comply.

I silently placed the jade pendant on my forehead, whispering something under my breath.

Suddenly, the pendant transformed into a beam of red light and entered my mind.

In an instant, a vast expanse of knowledge flooded my brain, but I knew it would require further honing and practice.

With the old man’s reassuring smile and Xinger’s sweet expression, the three of us embarked once more on a journey through another dimension of this world.

One day, when we pass by you, don’t be afraid.