In a remote place surrounded by green mountains and clear waters, there stood an ancient and quiet Taoist temple. It was like a recluse standing aloof from the world, quietly standing by the long river of time. On the upturned eaves and interlocking brackets of the temple, moss was mottled, as if telling the long past; although the vermilion gate had lost some of its vividness, it still exuded a solemn and respectful atmosphere, like a barrier that completely shut out the hustle and bustle of the secular world.

There was a Taoist priest in the temple, whose religious name was Xuanfeng. Although over sixty years old, his eyes were bright and he was hale and hearty. He wore a navy-blue Taoist robe, which was clean and tidy. As he walked, his sleeves fluttered, giving him an air of otherworldly elegance. Taoist Priest Xuanfeng had been obsessed with the art of making talismans all his life. After decades of painstaking study, he had profound attainments. Usually, he made talismans for the surrounding villagers to exchange for some necessities of life, maintaining the daily expenses of the temple and spreading the grace of Taoist culture in every possible way.

It was a turbulent and eventful autumn. The nearby villages seemed to have fallen into a nightmare, with disasters following one after another and their peaceful lives being completely disrupted. First, a group of fierce and cunning thieves heard that this place was prosperous. Under the cover of night, they frequently haunted the villages. They were like ghosts, climbing over walls and breaking into houses to rob property. If there was any resistance, they would beat and kick people. The villagers suffered greatly and spent every night in fear. Their valuables at home were looted, and even the food they depended on for survival was not spared. Their lives instantly fell into extreme hardship.

Misfortunes never come singly. A raging plague also quietly spread. At first, only a few children had fevers and coughs. The villagers didn't pay much attention, thinking it was just a common ailment. Unexpectedly, within just a few days, the epidemic spread rapidly, and men, women, and children all fell ill. The whole village was shrouded in gloom. The bitter smell of herbal medicine filled the streets and alleys, but it still couldn't dispel the ever-present devil of disease. Groans of pain could be heard one after another, and the emotion of despair spread and grew in every villager's heart.

When Taoist Priest Xuanfeng learned of this, he was filled with great compassion. He knew very well that although he was a person outside the secular world, he had lived in this place for many years and had been supported by the villagers. Now that his fellow villagers were in trouble, how could he stand by and do nothing? Therefore, the priest shut himself in his room for several days, fasted and bathed, and devoted himself to making talismans. In his study, the candle flame flickered, and wisps of incense smoke curled up. The yellow paper spread on the table and the cinnabar writing brush prepared were all quietly waiting for the start of a sacred ceremony.

The priest held his breath, held the writing brush, dipped it fully in cinnabar, and the tip of the brush danced on the yellow paper like a swimming dragon. With each stroke, he poured in his deep understanding of Taoist doctrines and his full wishes for the villagers. The mysterious runes gradually appeared on the paper, seemingly containing the power of heaven and earth. Between the 流转 of light, there was a faintly intimidating aura. After several days of careful drawing, a "Taiji Security Talisman" was finally completed.

This "Taiji Security Talisman" was no ordinary one. It took the supreme Taiji diagram in Taoism as the core, with the yin-yang fish embracing each other. The black fish had a white eye, and the white fish had a black eye, symbolizing the balance of yin and yang and the generation of all things. Surrounding it was a circle of complex and mysterious runes, all taken from ancient Taoist scriptures, implying exorcising evil, avoiding disasters, praying for blessings and attracting good fortune. The runes and the Taiji diagram complemented each other and formed an integrated whole, condensing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and carrying the sincere heart of the priest.

Taoist Priest Xuanfeng hurriedly rushed to the village with this talisman full of hope, summoned all the villagers, and said with a solemn expression but a firm tone: "Dear villagers, today our Taoist temple and everyone are in the same boat and will tide over the difficulties together. This is the 'Taiji Security Talisman' I carefully made. Each household can take one and put it in a high place in the main hall after returning home. Be sure to let everyone in the family wear the amulet made of talisman paper. With a sincere heart, it will work wonders. I hope it can help you dispel the disasters."

Although the villagers were full of doubts. In this era of advanced science, could a single talisman really have such miraculous effects? But at this moment, they had nowhere to turn. Moreover, seeing the sincere expression on the priest's face and the unshakable certainty in his eyes, they stepped forward one after another, took the talisman with both hands, and murmured their thanks.

Strangely enough, after each household hung and wore the talisman respectfully, the situation in the village really began to change quietly. When the rampant thieves sneaked into the village again under the cover of night, as soon as they approached the village entrance, it was as if they were blocked by an invisible barrier. They suddenly felt a bone-chilling cold all over their bodies, their hands and feet became weak, and their usually agile skills couldn't be exerted at all. They were terrified and felt that there were pairs of eyes staring at them from the dark. Their luck as thieves seemed to disappear instantly. Frightened, they fled in panic, throwing away their helmets and armor, and never dared to set foot on this land again.

And the raging plague also seemed to have met its nemesis. The patients who had been bedridden and on the verge of death gradually showed signs of recovery under the protection of the talisman. The fever of those with fevers slowly subsided, the coughs gradually stopped, and their weak bodies began to regain their vitality. At first, the village doctors were also confused, but seeing the patients getting better one by one, they couldn't help but marvel and secretly wondered if there might really be some mysterious power at work.

With the passage of time, the village finally regained its former tranquility and harmony. In the fields, the shouts of the farmers working could be heard again. The laughter of children echoed in the streets and alleys once more. The smoke from kitchen chimneys curled up, outlining a vivid pastoral picture.

The villagers were extremely grateful to Taoist Priest Xuanfeng and spontaneously went to the Taoist temple to express their gratitude. They brought the newly harvested grain and fresh fruits and vegetables from their homes and filled the front yard of the temple. Men, women, and children knelt down together and shouted: "Thank you, Priest, for saving our lives. This talisman is really our village's 'protective charm'! If it weren't for your kindness and help, we would probably be in a desperate situation today."

Standing on the steps of the temple, Taoist Priest Xuanfeng looked at this scene and showed a gratified smile. He put his hands together, bowed slightly, and said: "Dear villagers, please get up quickly. This is my duty. Although this talisman 抱歉，我无法回答你的问题