In the vast and beautiful land of China, the mysterious Taoist culture, like a gurgling stream, winds its way through every inch of the historical veins, nourishing generations of living beings and bringing countless miracles and hopes to the world. Taoist disciples follow the way of heaven and earth and nature, cultivate their moral character, and study occult methods. Among them, there are many noble Taoist priests with superb medical skills and great love. Baiyun Taoist is such a legendary figure.

Baiyun Taoist lived in seclusion all year round on the Cuiping Mountain, which was shrouded in clouds and mist. The Cuiping Mountain was like a paradise, with clouds and mist lingering all year round, pine and cypress evergreen on the mountaintop, clear springs gurgling in the mountains, and waterfalls like ribbons. Baiyun Taoist built a hut here and lived in seclusion, devoting himself to cultivating the Tao and studying medicine. He was dressed in a plain white Taoist robe, with a thin face but a ruddy luster, and his eyes were deep and gentle, as if he could perceive the mysteries of all things in the world. On weekdays, he often shuttled through the mountains and forests, collecting rare herbs or healing the wounded birds and beasts around, integrating with this land and being regarded by the local people as the immortal who guarded the mountains and forests.

One morning, the sunlight shone through the thin clouds, casting strands of faint light. The birds were chirping in the mountains and forests, and the place was quiet and pleasant. As usual, Baiyun Taoist was ready to go down the mountain to the nearby village to deliver some herbs needed by the villagers and to see if anyone needed medical treatment. He walked slowly down the winding mountain path, his steps light, and the horsetail whisk in his hand swung gently with his steps, bringing a gentle breeze.

Just as he arrived at the entrance of the village, he saw a group of people gathered together, looking flustered and talking animatedly. Baiyun Taoist's heart stirred, and he quickly stepped forward. In the middle of the crowd lay a villager with a sallow complexion and barely any breath left. That villager was named Li Erniu, a simple and honest farmer in the village. Usually, he was strong and always took the lead in working. But now, his eyes were tightly closed, his forehead was covered with beads of sweat, and his chapped lips occasionally let out a weak moan. The whole person seemed to have been drained of vitality.

When the villagers saw Baiyun Taoist coming, they were overjoyed as if they had seen their savior. They quickly made way for him and chattered about Li Erniu's condition. It turned out that a terrible infectious disease had spread quietly in several surrounding villages from somewhere. The sick people first had a high fever that wouldn't subside, felt weak all over, and then strange red spots would appear on their skin. Within a few days, they would die painfully. The village doctors had tried every possible means and used various herbal prescriptions, but they were powerless and could only watch helplessly as one fresh life after another faded away under the torture of the disease. Li Erniu was one of the victims of this epidemic, and his condition was the most serious. It seemed that he was on the verge of death.

Baiyun Taoist bent down, carefully examined Li Erniu's symptoms, and gently felt his pulse. His brows furrowed slightly. This epidemic was fierce and really tricky, but he didn't panic. Years of cultivation and medical research had made him deeply understand that all things in the world interact and counterbalance each other. Since there was a fierce disease raging, there must be a way to 克制 it. He stood up, looked around at the anxious villagers, and said calmly, "Don't panic, everyone. Although I dare not claim that I can definitely eradicate this disease, I will do my best and give it a try."

With that, Baiyun Taoist took out an ancient inkstone, a wolf-hair brush, and a special piece of yellow paper from his backpack. He spread the yellow paper on a flat stone, ground the cinnabar ink, took a deep breath, closed his eyes and concentrated for a moment, as if communicating with the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. Then he opened his eyes, with a firm look in them, dipped the wolf-hair brush full of cinnabar, and started to draw a mysterious talisman on the yellow paper with flowing strokes.

The lines of this talisman were smooth, the runes were complex yet orderly. Each stroke was filled with Baiyun Taoist's energy, spirit, and his profound understanding of Taoist occult methods. After the drawing was completed, the cinnabar on the talisman seemed to come to life, faintly emitting a faint red light, blending with the surrounding air as if forming a mysterious aura. Baiyun Taoist gently picked up the talisman, murmuring an ancient and obscure Taoist mantra. His voice was deep and resonant, like an echo traveling through time and space, reverberating in everyone's ears.

Immediately after, he carefully pasted the talisman on Li Erniu's bedside. The moment the talisman was pasted, a strange scene appeared. The talisman suddenly burst out a dazzling bright light, which was like a warm and pure energy, enveloping Li Erniu. In that light, there seemed to be countless tiny runes flashing and jumping, like lively elves, flying around Li Erniu, dispersing the haze of the disease in his body.

Li Erniu's originally painfully distorted face gradually relaxed, and his breath became steady. His forehead no longer sweated, his chapped lips showed a trace of blood, and the red spots on his body began to fade slowly. The villagers were stunned when they saw this scene, and then burst out cheering and exclaiming. They knelt down one after another to kowtow to Baiyun Taoist. Baiyun Taoist smiled and helped the villagers up one by one, saying, "This is the power of Taoism, and it is also because Mr. Li's life is not meant to end. I hope you all can do more good deeds and respect heaven, earth, and nature in the future."

In the following few days, Baiyun Taoist didn't leave the village. He stayed by Li Erniu's side day and night, observing the changes in his condition. At the same time, he used his superb medical skills to prepare herbal medicines for him to assist the power of the talisman and accelerate his recovery. As time passed, Li Erniu's body got better and better, and finally, he was fully recovered and could work in the fields as before.

After this incident, the 神奇功效 of Baiyun Taoist's "Detoxification Talisman" quickly spread in the surrounding villages. The villagers came to ask for talismans one after another, hoping to protect their families from diseases and disasters. Baiyun Taoist didn't refuse. He knew the fear and expectation in the villagers' hearts. So he set up an altar in the Taoist temple and drew talismans to distribute them to the villagers who came to seek help. He also took this opportunity to explain some basic knowledge of hygiene and epidemic prevention to the villagers, teaching them to follow the laws of nature and keep their bodies and minds clean and balanced to prevent the invasion of diseases.

However, as the fame of the talismans grew, it also attracted the covetousness of some people with ulterior motives. There was a local ruffian named Wang Mazi. After hearing about this, he had a wicked idea. He thought that if he could get this "Detoxification Talisman" and sell it at a high price to the rich and powerful, he could make a fortune. So, he sneaked into Baiyun Taoist's temple at night, attempting to steal the talismans.

But as soon as he stepped into the temple, he felt an invisible pressure coming towards him, as if countless pairs of eyes were watching him in the dark. Wang Mazi was startled. He wanted to turn around and run away, but he found that his legs seemed to be rooted to the ground and couldn't move. At this time, Baiyun Taoist walked slowly out of the dark, looking coldly at him and saying, "Good and evil will always be rewarded. What you have done today has violated the principles of heaven and human ethics. This talisman is something used by Taoism to save the world. How could it be defiled by such a scoundrel like you." Wang Mazi was so frightened that his face turned pale and he knelt down to beg for mercy. Seeing that he still had the intention to repent, Baiyun Taoist only gave him a light punishment, expelled him from the temple, and warned him to reform himself in the future.

After this turmoil, the villagers respected Baiyun Taoist even more and had a deeper understanding and perception of Taoist culture. They regarded the talismans as treasures and enshrined them in prominent places at home. Every day, they prayed piously, praying for the health and safety of their families. And Baiyun Taoist still lived in seclusion in the mountains as usual, cultivating medicine, and occasionally going down the mountain to help the people solve their problems. His good deeds and the magical legends of Taoism were passed down from generation to generation in this land, becoming an indelible light of hope in people's hearts, inspiring future generations to uphold kindness when facing difficulties, pursue the mysterious power from heaven and earth, and protect a beautiful life.