Record of Old-time Taoist Anecdotes

Desperate Inheritance

The flying zombie, wrapped in billowing black mist, launched increasingly fierce attacks. The mist was like an endless and surging tide, completely engulfing Lin Yu and Daoist Lin. Every time the flying zombie flapped its wings, it set off a strong wind. In the wind, black blades whistled, leaving deep scars on the ground wherever they passed. The surrounding air seemed to be distorted by this evil force. Daoist Lin knew very well that the situation had reached a critical moment. If he didn't take a desperate move, they would surely lose their lives here. Moreover, if the flying zombie escaped, the entire village and even the vast surrounding area would be plunged into an abyss of eternal damnation.

Daoist Lin made up his mind, and a look of determination flashed in his eyes. He decided to perform the most forbidden spell of the Maoshan Sect - "Desperate Inheritance". Once this spell was cast, the caster would not only be severely injured but also very likely lose his life. However, he didn't care about his own safety. He only hoped that Lin Yu could gain powerful strength through this and defeat the flying zombie. He endured the intense pain caused by the flying zombie's attacks. Each wound felt like being burned by fire, but he gritted his teeth tightly. His hands quickly formed seals. The seal - forming movements were like flowing clouds and running water, yet with a bit of a tremble, which was a manifestation of his body enduring great pain. He muttered incantations in a low and mysterious voice, as if coming from the depths of the ancient darkness through endless time and space, carrying a heavy sense of vicissitudes and mysterious power. As the incantations were recited, a layer of golden light emerged around his body. In the light, runes flickered faintly. The runes interwove and swam with each other. This was the mysterious power of Maoshan magic gathering. Each rune carried the wisdom and power of the Maoshan predecessors.

When Lin Yu saw this, his heart was filled with shock and worry. His eyes instantly turned red. He knew the danger of what his master was doing, but he also understood that he must stay calm and cooperate fully at this moment. He closed his eyes tightly, concentrated his mind, and slowly adjusted his breathing according to Daoist Lin's instructions, guiding the true qi in his body to circulate. As he breathed, he could feel the oppression of the surrounding evil forces, but he could also sense the warm and powerful force transmitted by his master.

The golden light gradually separated from Daoist Lin's body and slowly surged towards Lin Yu like threads. With the integration of each strand of light, Lin Yu felt the power in his body growing rapidly. It was as if a powerful torrent was surging through his meridians. This power was so strong that his body could barely bear it. A faint red color appeared on the surface of his skin, and his blood vessels bulged slightly, like earthworms wriggling under his skin. Beads of sweat as big as soybeans rolled down his forehead, slid down his cheeks, and evaporated instantly when they dropped to the ground. He bit his lower lip tightly, and his teeth almost sank into the flesh. Blood oozed out, but he never gave up. He persisted with a tenacious will, with only one belief in his heart: he couldn't let his master down.

The flying zombie seemed to sense Daoist Lin's intention and became even more **. It let out a deafening roar, full of anger and unwillingness, as if it could shatter the heavens and the earth. It flapped its huge wings, and the strong wind it generated was even more violent. The black blades rained down towards Lin Yu and Daoist Lin frantically. Daoist Lin maintained the inheritance spell while also diverting part of his power to form a golden shield around them. Under the impact of the black blades, the shield kept flickering with light and making a "sizzling" sound. Each impact made the shield shake violently, and it was in danger of breaking at any moment. Daoist Lin's face became increasingly pale, and a trace of blood oozed from the corner of his mouth, but he still gritted his teeth and persisted. His eyes were firmly fixed on Lin Yu, fully protecting the progress of the inheritance.

At this critical moment, Lin Yu felt that the power in his body was about to reach saturation. He took a deep breath and suddenly opened his eyes. A sharp light flashed in his eyes, full of determination and resolution, as if he could see through all evil. At this time, he had already inherited most of Daoist Lin's skills and had a deeper understanding of Maoshan magic. He held the peach - wood sword in his hand. The sword body emitted a great light, exuding a powerful righteous qi. The righteous qi was like a scorching sun, dispelling the surrounding darkness.

Lin Yu let out a loud shout and performed a new spell that combined the power of Daoist Lin's inheritance - "Golden Light Evil - Breaking Sword". As the peach - wood sword was waved, a dazzling golden sword qi whistled out. The sword qi was more than a zhang long. Wherever it passed, the air was instantly torn apart, making a harsh sound, as if the sky had been split open by this sword qi. The flying zombie tried to dodge, but the sword qi was too fast and directly hit its chest. The flying zombie let out a painful roar, its body swayed a few times, the black mist began to dissipate, and a deep wound appeared on its chest, with black blood gushing out.

However, the flying zombie did not fall just yet. There was a crazy light in its eyes. It gathered all its strength and prepared to launch a final counter - attack. It opened its huge mouth and spat out a black flame. The flame contained endless evil energy and swept towards Lin Yu. Wherever the black flame passed, the ground was burned black, and a pungent smell filled the air. Lin Yu was not afraid at all. He mobilized the power in his body and formed a golden barrier in front of him to block the attack of the black flame. The golden barrier collided with the black flame, with light flashing and making a "crackling" sound. The surrounding temperature rose sharply, and Lin Yu could feel the intense heat burning his face.

At the same time, Lin Yu noticed a place at the root of the flying zombie's wing that was flickering with a faint light. That seemed to be its weakness. His heart moved, and he concentrated all his strength to condense the golden sword qi again. This time, the sword qi was more concentrated than before, and the light was even more dazzling, as if it had gathered all the light and justice in the world. Lin Yu saw the right moment and shot the sword qi towards the root of the flying zombie's wing.

The sword qi was like a golden lightning bolt, instantly hitting the flying zombie's weakness. The flying zombie let out a shrill scream, as if it could tear the soul, echoing in the air. Its body swayed a few times in the air and finally fell heavily to the ground, raising a cloud of dust. The black energy on its body dissipated quickly, and its huge body gradually lost its vitality.

When Lin Yu saw this, the tense nerves in his body finally relaxed. He collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath. At this time, he noticed that Daoist Lin had fallen aside, his face as pale as paper and his breath weak. Lin Yu struggled to crawl to Daoist Lin's side, his hands trembling as he helped his master up. Tears welled up in his eyes: "Master, Master, wake up!" Daoist Lin slowly opened his eyes, looked at Lin Yu, and a relieved smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Lin Yu... I have passed on all my life's learning to you... In the future, you must shoulder the heavy responsibility of the Maoshan Sect... Subdue demons and eliminate evils... Protect the peace of the world..." After saying that, Daoist Lin's hand slowly dropped, and his eyes slowly closed, but there was still a look of relief and peace on his face.

"Master!" Lin Yu shouted in grief. The sound echoed in the empty field, full of endless sorrow. A Xiu and A Fu also rushed over. When they saw this scene, A Xiu covered her mouth, and tears welled up in her eyes. A Fu's face was full of grief, and he knelt down on one knee.

Lin Yu endured the grief and thought of A Fu. He got up and ran to A Fu's side. At this time, A Fu's face was as pale as paper, his breath was so weak that it was almost imperceptible, and his body still twitched from time to time. The nails of his hands had begun to grow longer, showing a strange black color. Lin Yu's heart tightened. He knew that the evil energy in A Fu's body was still stubbornly resisting and might completely erode his consciousness at any time.

Lin Yu endured the fatigue of his body. According to the method taught by Daoist Lin before, he placed his hands against A Fu's back and slowly injected the remaining power in his body into A Fu. As he transmitted the power, he muttered incantations, performing the "Purification Spell" in Maoshan magic that was specifically used to restrain evil energy. As the incantations were recited, a faint golden light gradually emerged on A Fu's body, which was a sign of the confrontation between righteous qi and evil energy. Beads of sweat as big as soybeans rolled down Lin Yu's forehead, and his face became increasingly pale, but he never gave up. He concentrated on continuously injecting power into A Fu's body.

A Xiu on the side watched all this nervously. Her hands were tightly covering her mouth, and tears were rolling in her eyes. She silently prayed in her heart that A Fu would be safe and sound. Her eyes were full of worry and expectation.

With Lin Yu's unremitting efforts, the evil energy in A Fu's body was finally gradually suppressed. His twitching gradually stopped, his nails slowly returned to their normal color, and a trace of blood color began to appear on his pale face. When Lin Yu saw this, he was overjoyed, but he didn't dare to relax his vigilance. He continued to maintain the performance of the "Purification Spell" until A Fu's breath completely stabilized.

After a long time, A Fu slowly opened his eyes. He looked at Lin Yu and A Xiu who were guarding him. A trace of confusion flashed in his eyes, and then he gradually regained clarity. He said weakly: "I... I'm still alive?" Lin Yu excitedly held A Fu's hand, with tears glistening in his eyes: "Senior Brother, you're awake! Great, you finally woke up!" A Xiu also burst into tears and laughter. She stepped forward and gently held A Fu's other hand: "Brother A Fu, you finally woke up. We were so worried about you."

A Fu struggled to get up, and Lin Yu and A Xiu quickly helped him. A Fu looked at Lin Yu gratefully: "Junior Brother, thanks to you. If it weren't for you, I'm afraid..." Lin Yu shook his head: "Senior Brother, we're brothers. Don't say such things. Master sacrificed himself for us and to defeat the flying zombie..." Thinking of Daoist Lin, Lin Yu's voice choked up.

At this time, the sunlight shone through the clouds and sprinkled on this tribulated land. The villagers in the village came out of their homes one after another. They looked at the defeated flying zombie and then at Lin Yu and the others. Cheers resounded through the sky. Lin Yu looked at the cheering villagers, and his heart was filled with emotion. He knew that although his master had left, the power and belief he left behind would always support him. The road ahead might still be full of challenges, but he would carry his master's expectations and the mission of the Maoshan Sect, firmly move forward, and protect the peace of the world.